Page 55 of Where the Stars Heal

Her breath hitches, and she pumps me quicker in response, my spine tingling with raw desire.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Ye-yes, hard and fast,” she stammers out, her thighs clenching to ease the ache I know must be unbearable.

Gripping her under her ass, I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist. The tip of my cock nudges the opening of her pussy and I pause, groaning.

“Condom, sweetheart,” I rasp out.

Her legs tighten around me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t beenwith anyone in a long time,” she rushes out, not letting me go.

“It’s been a long time for me, too. Never done it without one, either,” I say, my voice thick with want.

Halle’s nails claw their way from my neck up to my face.

“You’re running out of time,” she urges, her hips circling.

I thrust forward with no warning, my cock filling her all at once, and she cries out. Blood rushes from my head, and my heart thrashes inside my chest. Her hand tangles in my hair, gripping tight as she pulls my head back, giving her access to my throat. She leans in, her teeth grazing along my jaw before she bites down on the sensitive spot of my neck.

Her pussy is heaven. Tight, so damn tight and warm. Her walls flutter around me as she grips my cock and I grow impossibly harder as I give her a second to adjust to my size.

“Move, Asher.” She breathes out.

And I do, I fuck her hard and fast, bringing my right hand up to cradle the back of her head as my other holds her up, my fingers leaving bruising marks on her ass.

Halle’s heels dig into my ass, and the little moans and gasps falling from her urge me on.

Her walls tighten around me. “Asher,” she moans.

Hearing my name fall from her lips as I slam into her makes me lose all control. My cock moves deeper, harder, in and out of her pussy. Her sounds fill the room, and her body tenses. She cries out, coming hard. My balls draw up and, with my cock buried so deep inside her, with her pussy milking me, I finish. My orgasm rips through me with such force, my legs almost give out.

We stand here connected, catching our breath, her eyes so heavy with satisfaction, pride ripples through me at the sight. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, inhalingdeeply. She’s my favorite everything: scent, taste, touch, sight. All of it.

“All of you is mine,” I say into her ear, my tone deep and low.

I pull back and watch as her eyes darken at my claim. Her hand slides up, gripping the nape of my neck, her fingers curling possessively while her other hand wraps around my throat. The intensity in her gaze lights another fire in me.

“If I’m yours, then it’s only fair that you’re mine,” she says with so much confidence that I begin to stiffen inside her again.

My lips pull up uncontrollably, the smile taking over my whole face. I’m hers, and I’ve never been happier in my life.

I slip out of her, gently placing her legs down, and scan the room for something to help clean her up. Finding a box of napkins on a shelf next to the door, I grab a packet and rip it open.

We move together with such ease, like we’ve done this a million times over. A warm, content feeling settles over me as I look over at her slipping her shorts back on. Her cheeks still flushed and her hair a wild mess from where my hands had tangled in it. Moving forward, I reach out, tucking a loose strand behind her ear and smoothing out the back. Her eyes soften, and she leans into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Three little words dance on the tip of my tongue as I hold her tightly against me. But I swallow them down, knowing it’s too soon to speak them.

A loud bang rattles the door, snapping us out of our trance. The handle jiggles, and we both move, rushing to fill the ice buckets.

“Yo, Ash! What’s the hold-up? We’re almost out of ice.” Connor’s voice thunders from the other side.

Halle laughs beside me, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.

“Why is it always Connor?” she says with a grin.

My shoulders shake with silent laughter. She’s right. Why is it always Connor who manages to catch us in these situations? Not that I’m complaining. It could have been her brother, and as supportive as he is, I don’t need him finding out what we just did against this door.

“Why the fuck is the door locked?” Connor yells, the handle rattling harder now.

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