Page 53 of Pieces of Halves

The door closes behind us. Before I can make a move, Izzy is sitting on top of me, her knees on both sides of my thighs.There is a smile on her face when she presses her forehead against mine.

“Show off,” I mumble and brush my nose against hers.

She must feel much better if she’s using her vampire speed like this. My hands go on her hips to feel her softness against my skin.

“I’m so happy he is dead,” she whispers and runs her fingers through my hair.

“I would kill anyone for you, my queen,” I respond, bringing her hips closer.

“I am a queen now, aren’t I?” She bites her lower lip.

Damn it. I love this new confidence in her. With Victor’s death, she seems free – as if her monsters died with him. Her lips press against mine slowly, tenderly, and then hungrily, making my body catch on fire. I return her gesture and kiss her back. The hold she has on my head tightens as she presses her chest against mine.

“Izzy, are you sure you are okay with going back?” I pull back and look at her flushed face.

“No, but I want to be strong. I want to face my fears and help you get your answers.” She locks her eyes on mine, determination and fire in her greens.

“Izzy, you don’t have –” I start, but she crushes her lips against mine.

“I know. I want to.” She breathes out.

Her lips on mine, she is kissing me, her fingers threading through my hair. There is so much passion in the action that it makes my world swim.

I don’t know what has come over her, but I love it. Digging my fingers into her ass, I spread and knead, enjoying the way her flesh becomes mine. She moans into my mouth, and the need for more grows.

Lifting her, I get up and keep kissing her. Her legs wrap around my waist only to drop again when I set her down on the table. Her plump lips move desperately against mine as she moves her hands to the buttons of my shirt.

“Izzy,” I breathe out and take her hand into mine. She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling, full of life and thrill. For a second, I stare, lost in the beautiful certainty in them. “Are you sure you want to dothis right now? Here?”

“It doesn’t matter where, as long as it is with you. No one can dare take away my memories of you,” she says, her voice soft and her chest moving heavily.

My heart fills with beautiful buzzing warmth until it feels like it’s going to explode. I crush my lips against hers and pull off her blouse. It hangs loosely over her shoulders, showing off her perfectly round breasts. I’m not sure the sight of them will ever get old.

My breathing tight, I mumble into her neck, “This is not a very private location. Someone might walk in on me inside of you, your body writhing with pleasure.”

“Let them,” she whispers and looks up at me from under her long lashes, her cheeks pink.

I want every part of her – her body, soul, heart, and mind. The need to make love to her overfills my senses, but she has been through so much. Her progress has been good, and she has been healing, but the mind is such a fragile and unstable thing; one wrong move and I could hurt her. I can’t be the one she is afraid of.

“If at any point you want to stop or go somewhere else…” I start. She means too much to me for us to rush this.

“I know, Jacob.” Her eyes sparkle with stars that I want to capture them. “I trust my body to you.”

She shrugs off her blouse, the light blue fabric pooling around her. I’ve seen her naked so many times before. She has spent hours tied at my mercy, yet she still looks timid when exposed before me like this.

“Please don’t hesitate.” I snake my hand under her skirt and glide it along the soft skin of her thigh. “I want to be your light, not your darkness,” I whisper and hook her underwear with my finger.

I tug at the material in the way, and she wiggles to help me slide it off. Meanwhile, I observe her face for any indication of uncertainty because, damn it, I am scared of hurting her. The underwear drops to the ground. Using both of my hands to hike up the skirt, I let the softness of his skin imbed into my memory.

Slowly, her fingers undo my shirt. She places her palms on my bare chest, sensually moving them lower. Her touch sends shivers through my body making my heart beat faster. Pleasing her with my fingers and tongue is one thing, but being inside of her is binding. Her hands stop at the waistband of my pants, and she snaps the button open. I don’t move, but my hands dig into her hips and my cock twitches.

Leaning in, she pulls my pants and undergarments down. The hardness springs free, standing firm and erect. Her eyes drop low, and she stares between us.

“Oh.” The words are quiet and breathless, and I don’t know what to make of them.

Is she afraid? Should I stop this?My mind scrambles.

Her head tilts up slowly. I stop breathing, unsure what to expect. Lower lip pinned under her teeth, her eyes are wide and glazed over with a beautiful, lustful shimmer. Her eyes locked on mine, she wraps her arms around my neck and scoots to the edge of the table. My hardness is mere centimeters away from her core. It throbs, aching to be inside of her.

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