Page 31 of Pieces of Halves

The other hand has my breast in it, his fingers moving to caress my nipple while his tongue goes deeper inside of me. A loud gasp escapes my mouth. With my lips parted, I arch my back.

His mouth leaves my needy center to pepper kisses on my hip and the inside of my thigh. With a desperate moan, I shift my hips, begging for more.

“Don’t move,” he whispers into my thigh and bites the tender flesh.

The vibration of his voice so close to my entrance sends a wave of warmth through my skin, making the walls of my vagina spasm, screaming for him to enter me. My muscles tight from restraining myself, I stay still.

“Relax, Izzy,” he murmurs, the touch of his lips against my hip delicate. “Breathe.” His breath fans my belly, and his hand leaves my breast.

Exhaling, I loosen my limbs. His lips go around my other hard peak, and his fingers slide around my nub, rubbing around the moisture. The stimulation floods my senses, forcing another moan out of me; it is loud and needy. The tension that builds in me is so intense that my feet go numb, and I see white in my closed eyes.

Unable to control myself, I squirm under him, searching for that release. Biting on my nipple, he keeps rubbing me below, his motion fast, smooth, and steady. My body light, I feel as if I will explode any moment now. Whimpering, my legs shake, the release close.

“Scream, doll. Scream,” he demands as he roughly trails kisses along my chest and neck.

Holding pressure on the throbbing clit, he slides his fingers a little deeper, everything inside of me shatters, and the need to scream takes over. His lips press against mine firmly, muffling the sound of my yell as I spasm in bliss around his hand.

“Let it out,” he whispers and cups my face. Heaving, I slump. He hovers over me, his breath tickling my cheek. Never in my life have I felt this free. “Don’t get too comfortable just yet.” He looks at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

My mind is too slow to process his words, so I don’t say anything. Instead, in my blissful state, I chose to get lost in theshimmer of his eyes. His smile grows as he lies on his side next tome. I follow him with my eyes, expecting him to untie me. He lazily grazes his fingers around my mounds, nipples, and arm. Then lower to my belly. The touch is barely there, but it leaves traces of fire on my skin.

“How many orgasms do you think you can have before you beg for mercy?” he casually asks and lingers at my slit again. My heart hammers in my chest. I don’t know what to say. “We will test those limits today.” His voice is a low hum.

I stop breathing. The ideais intriguing yet terrifying. His finger goes low again, massaging me. My clit is still sensitive, but the touch awakens every cell.

The kisses never stop, loving every part of my body. His touches don’t cease until I am ready to explode with a scream. When I do, he kisses me, taking away the doubt and pain. Again and again, until I can no longer lift my head, and my eyes can barely open.

Slowly blinking, my mind a blissful fog, I watch him hover over me. My legs and arms tremble when he unties my wrists. Lethargically, I turn my head to look at him, too weak to move. I lost track of time, but I feel so elated that time does not matter.

“How are you feeling?” He brushes his finger along my cheek.

With my face resting on the sheets, I peer at him through my lashes.

“Good,” I answer sleepily. “Thirsty.” A slow smile forms on my lips.

“I’ll go ask a maid to bring you some food and water.” He presses a soft kiss against my lips. “I will be back in a minute.Okay?” he says, locking his eyes with mine. “I will be back,” he repeats.

I nod, and he is gone. Without his body heat, it suddenly feels cold, and then lonely. Taking a deep breath, I wait for him, the feeling of being used and dirty clawing at my chest. Pressure inside my head builds as I try to chase away the nagging voices.

Used. The thought is persistent. Everything seems to be falling apart, and tears rim my eyes. My chest hurts, making me want to run away and hide. Before I realize it, a sob escapes me.

I don’t understand what is happening. Curling into a ball, I hold my knees to my chest as tightly as I can.

Stop it. I am not dirty. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Izzy.” I hear his voice, but I can’t open my eyes. The pain of being alone is too much. “It’s okay. I’m right here.” He collects me into his arms. “I’m sorry. I had to get you food and water. It has been a few hours, and your body has been through a lot,” he explains, his voice soft. “I’m right here.” He holds me tight and strokes my hair.

Melting into the warmth of his body, the ache vanishes, and I can breathe again.

I’m not used. I’m okay. I’m safe.

Lost Trace.

Chapter Twelve

JACOB

he meeting room has a long table with twelve chairs in it, but there are only four of us –Adrian, Rosie, Izzy, and me. Rosie insisted that Adrain and she get involved in helping me find my mother. Here we are, sharing what we know.

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