Page 69 of Where the Stars Heal

Her eyes widen, and I chuckle, but I don’t give her asecond to think. I pull her up quickly, a soft squeal leaving her lips as her hands scramble to hold the wooden headboard.

Her cunt is the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, and I’m obsessed.

Moving my hands behind her, I grab her ass, squeezing as I bury my face between her legs. Her thighs tense around my head. My tongue swipes up, tasting her, and I hum in approval at how wet she’s becoming. I lick and suck. I eat her like she’s my last meal on Earth, and when I bite down on her clit, her hand flies to my head, fingers tangling through my hair, pulling on the strands.

My eyes meet hers, and I pull back, my lips wet with her sweetness. “Ride my face, baby.”

Needing a little guidance, I grip her hips, dragging her closer to my face until she’s properly seated. Her gasps and whimpers fill the room, and when I moan into her heat, she rolls her hips over me, chasing her orgasm. Her hands move to cup her breasts, the sight is mesmerizing, and I grip my cock tightly to find some kind of relief. I’m so hard my body is vibrating with anticipation, pre-cum leaking out of my tip.

Her movements pick up, her hand pulling tighter, and I know she’s close, can feel it. I bite down harder, suck harder, and she shatters. Her head falls back, and she moans. Her legs spasm around my head as I lick her through the high.

She sighs, her hips rolling ever so slightly, and I know she needs more. I kiss her cunt, once, twice, three times, and push her up, motioning her down to my cock.

Her nails scrape over my stomach. My abs tense with the sensation, and those stunning blue eyes lock onto mine, a smirk curving at her mouth. She wraps her hand around me, and I hiss, my fists clenching the sheets at my sides. I’m aching to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around me.

I push up, my hands cupping her cheeks as I capture her mouth in a desperate, hot kiss. And when she opens, I dive in, my tongue fighting for control. We pant together, our hearts racing to the same beat, and she guides me to her, sinking down until I’m fully inside her. We both groan, her hips circle, and we move together slowly.

“Asher,” she moans, “fuck me harder.”

My control snaps. I flip her onto her back, her tits bouncing with the sudden motion, and I thrust into her hard and fast. I fuck her like she asked. I fuck her to stop the pain, to help her forget for a moment. My skin dampens, and I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth, biting down hard before I move to the other. Her walls flutter around me, and she claws at my back.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan, “take my cock.”

I push back, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting them further as I thrust in deeper.

“Look at how good your pussy takes me,” I say to her.

Tilting her head up, she watches in awe as I slam into her, over and over again until her eyes are closing in ecstasy. Her walls tighten around me, and her legs tremble as her orgasm crashes down, ripping through her as she screams my name.

“Halle, oh, fuck,” I growl out as I follow her.

Every muscle tightens. My pulse pounds in my ears as the whole world disappears. Pleasure shoots down my spine, and I spill inside her, filling her with all I have. My skin tingles. Her hands roam all over my body, and I collapse on top of her, inhaling her deeply.

34

DEAR HALLE

ASHER

I walk back from the kitchen, two bottles of water in hand, thankful that everyone in the house has passed out from too much drink, too much adrenaline. The darkness hums with heavy breathing and quiet snores, a stark contrast to the earlier chaos. The questions they’ll throw at me in the morning can wait.

Halle sits up on the bed, her legs crossed. The shirt she stole from me rides up her thighs, the photo of her mom I found cradled in her hands. Her fingers trace the edges, lost in the memory. Her brows are pinched together, her lips pursed in a thin line, and a look of longing and sorrow ripples across her face.

Her gaze lifts, locking with mine as I approach. Handing her the water, she smiles weakly at me, her fingers brushing mine as she takes it. Climbing onto the bed behind her, my legs stretch out on either side of her, and I reach for her hips, pulling her into me, closing the distance between us. My hands curl around her shoulders, kneading them gently, working at the knots that have formed there from the tension of her crying. She exhales, her breath shuddering,and I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of her neck.

“I came home one afternoon,” she begins, her voice quiet, fragile.

Leaning us back, I wrap my arms around her chest, holding her close, offering every ounce of strength and support I have.

“It was just like any other day,” she continues with a shaky voice. “I finished up my shift and went straight home. I knew Ray was down at the bar, and I was excited to have a few hours with her. We didn’t get those moments often, so when we did, I loved every second of it. Mom… she had this way of making me feel safe. Like, no matter what happened in those shitty four walls, it would be okay. Because we had each other.”

Her words linger in the air as she stops, taking a deep breath to steady herself and gather her thoughts. I can feel her taking back control of her emotions.

“I found her in the shower. The water was running hot, steam clouding the room, and she was just slumped against the wall, her legs outstretched, head fallen forward. I thought she had just fainted, so I rushed to her, trying to wake her up.” Her voice falters.

I feel a small tremor in her body, her tension radiating against me.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I reassure her, pressing my lips to her temple. “Take your time”

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