Page 69 of Bound by Wreckage
“Nope. Just lots of lines, beautiful shading, and the 3D is spot on.”
“Yeah, it’s perfect.”
“Wanna tell me why I was lookin’for something inside of it?”
Slowly, my index finger traces the invisible letter N, and Nox watches with avid fascination. “I wanted you to always be with me.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
Not asking him, I lift up and place my lips on his needing to feel the softness of him again, needing that connection. The fire burns inside as he deepens the kiss and I straddle him, his hands comingto the sides of my face—another thing I love about him. Small acts like this one make me feel special and unique as if I’m the only woman in the world he’s given this to. It’s a euphoria in and of itself. A feeling I don’t want to go away, ever.
My body is so needy and primed for him. All the dreams from the past few months slam into me, making my libido fill with yearning, need.
He doesn’t pull away, so I take that as a good sign I didn’t fuck everything up between us. He hasn’t seen me in months and for me to just jump on him like this, when I would never do something like it, filled me with apprehension. I could’ve read him wrong when he found me. But as he takes my mouth, he wants it just as much as I do. Then everything disappears except for him and me and this moment.
Resting my body on his, his hard length presses against my core and my hips begin move in time with his kisses, loving the friction between us.
He twists and tosses me to the bed, releasing me, stripping of his shirt, and coming down on me once more and attaching our lips. His warmth surrounds me, encompassing me in his strength.
Our hands roam each other, his coming up myshirt and sliding against my skin causing goose bumps in its wake, taking my shirt with it all the way up and off.
My nipples pebble against the cold air of the room and each time he moves, brushing them, I feel it in my core.
His lips leave mine and make a trail down my body, to each breast and my torso. When he lifts, the most gorgeous smile comes from him making me feel like allof him is just for me. Damn, I want that. So much.
Nox sheds his clothes then mine, grabs a condom from his wallet, and sheaths himself before falling down on top of me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, making my heart, already goo, melt further.
“Yeah. I’m always okay with you.”
His response is another searing kiss as his cock rubs at my clit. He falls down to his elbows andlooks down at me, watching to make sure I really am okay. I wasn’t lying. With him, nothing else exists now. I’ve been without him for so long, and I know what that’s like; this means the world to me. He means the world to me.
He slips inside of me, filling me up, his eyes never leaving mine with each glide. There’s so much swarming in those eyes, and hope blooms inside of me.
Hopethat this won’t end.
But just as soon as those thoughts hit, so do the ones of Buck and how he’s still out there.
“Hey. What was that?” he asks, fully inside of me but not moving.
Shaking my head, he doesn’t take that as an answer. “Talk to me, Carsyn. That’s what this is. We talk and work through shit.”
I can’t tell him what I was thinking. It’ll ruin everything, andI’ve been waiting for this moment in his arms for so long. I can’t do that. But I also can’t lie to him. That’s one thing between Nox and I that I’ll never break because if I do, it will sever one of the lines between us and that can’t happen.
“Buck just came to mind.”
“Why?”
My hands come up and clasp the sides of his face, like he does to me all the time, feeling the heat.“This means too much, Nox. You mean too much. I’m scared he’ll take it away.”
“Never. That fucker has nothing to do with us, ever. I’ll make sure he never has anything to do with you.” His words come out like a vow, and the fear of him getting hurt tears at my insides. Nox can never be hurt because of me. Ever.
“Whatever that was…” he starts again. “Get it out of your head. It’sonly me and you in this bed.” Nox clasps my hand and pulls it down his body, landing on where his cock is entering me. “This is all you have to think about.”
Tears spring to my eyes because I feel it. The connection. The hunger. The everything. A smile comes to my face as tears fill my eyes. Only then does Nox move, starting slow and steady.
He pulls my hand back up and laces hisfingers through each of them, holding them at the side of my head.
