Page 112 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
When his fingers brush my jaw, I realize how soaked and ready I am.
I allow him to guide my body up his thighs until I’m hovering over his enormous length. My thighs are braced, lifting me as high as I can go, yet his crown is right there. I’m no longer nervous about it, about the breath-sucking sensation I feel when he stretches me in every direction. But tonight is the first time I feel crazy for it. If he were to push me away now, I would actually throw a tantrum. I need him inside me. I need to feel the two of us together—two souls entwined, a force to be reckoned with.
My gaze drifts to the scar on his chest, the blood drying in a jagged formation where Arrow cut quickly in his desperation to save his best friend.
Andreas watches me with a possessive heat in his eyes.
“I need to fill you.” His voice breaks. “I need to beinsidemy woman.”
I flick my gaze to his and my lips part.
Then his eyes narrow as though the pain is searing him. “Sit the fuck down.”
I allow the crown of his cock to find my entrance, then I slide slowly over it, my eyes rolling back at the sensation of him filling me inch by inch until I’m fully wrapped around him.
We both take a minute, allowing the feeling of being joined again to be absorbed into our bones. In recent months, I’ve read the accounts of women who haven’t been able to come from penetration. Don’t hate me, but I wonder how it would be possible not to when my husband’s cock presses into every nerve-ending inside me. I don’t even need to move a whole lot before the heat begins to build.
I feel his palms on my hips, beneath the satin. He moves me up and down, angling my hips just right, seeing as I appear to have disconnected from reality.
“You change me, Serafina,” he groans, brokenly.
I close my eyes against the overwhelming sensation of fucking my husband from above. Being on top only deepens the angle and it’s swiped all consciousness from my brain.
“You make me want to rule the world, just so I can give it to you.”
I melt at his words.
His hands thicken as he pauses my movement to stare into my eyes.
“You make me want to own the fucking sky, the oceans, the earth, so I can make you the Goddess you werebornto be.”
He releases me and I sink down onto him again and press my lips to his.
“Perfect,” he murmurs against them. “Every inch, every flaw, every scar. You are so beautiful.” He stretches out the last word as though he’s tasting every consonant, every vowel. “I love youentirely.”
I’m on the brink of combusting into flames and sparks and the stars he wants to give me, but I manage to utter a response. “I love you too… sir.”
“Oh God,” he grunts, suddenly picking up the pace.
I grip his cock as he strokes me up and down it, our open mouths inhaling each other’s breath.
“Give me your surrender,” he pants. “Give it all to me.”
I start to moan incoherently, rapidly reaching the precipice where I plummet into oblivion.
“You look like an angel,” I hear him murmur. “So beautiful, falling apart on my cock. Those eyes losing focus. Your thighs gripping me like I belong to you. And I do, baby. I’m forever yours. And the forever after that. And the forever after that.”
“Oh!Andreas…” I’m floating on that edge, swimming in his words.
“That’s it. That’s my wife. Choke my cock. Make me come. Make meclaimyou.”
Oh God, I want him. I want his come. I want his soul, forever.
The muscles deep in my core tighten as if they never want to release him, and I fall over the edge, not caring what’s over the other side. Because I know, without a fraction of a doubt, that whatever it is and whenever it happens, he will catch me.
Serafina
“Have fun, baby.” Andreas plants one more sizzling kiss to my lips. “Try not to kill anyone.”
