Page 242 of Fractured Devotion
“Come with me,” I whisper, my voice dipping low.
His eyes darken, but he doesn’t ask where.
He already knows.
I lead him toward the bed, my hand never leaving his.
The room is quiet except for our breaths, the air heavy with something slow and molten.
I pull him close, and our mouths meet, fierce and searching.
His lips claim mine with a hunger that simmers beneath every brush of skin.
He tastes like heat, like home.
I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling the firm planes of his chest, and tracing every scar and muscle with a possessive touch.
He groans deep in his throat as I push the fabric up and over his head.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe against his lips.
“So are you,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
My robe slips from my shoulders with a soft rustle, pooling at our feet.
His hands roam freely, sliding along my bare skin and savoring every curve.
“I need you,” I whisper, my voice thick with need.
“You have me,” he replies, his voice rough with restraint.
He lowers me onto the bed, his body pressing me into the cool sheets, comforting, solid, and overwhelming in all the ways I crave.
But then he pulls back, just enough to rise over me, his eyes locked to mine as his hands move to undo the buttons ofhis shirt, intentionally taking his time, like he wants me to watch every movement.
I do.
I watch as he strips away each layer, his focus never breaking, peeling himself down to bare skin with a kind of subtle hunger. Every motion feels intentional, like a promise made in silence.
And when he finally comes back to me, the air feels heavier, charged and waiting.
His mouth travels lower, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts.
He takes his time, sucking and teasing and drawing soft gasps and whimpers from me as I arch beneath him.
“You drive me insane,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
“Good,” I pant, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He trails lower, kissing down my belly, licking and biting gently until I’m trembling beneath him.
When he finally reaches the ache between my thighs, he pauses, his eyes locking with mine, dark and filled with heat. “Say it,” he demands, his voice thick.
“Please,” I beg, my voice wrecked and desperate.
His mouth descends, and I shatter.
He licks and sucks with ruthless precision, his tongue teasing every sensitive spot until I’m gasping and clawing at the sheets, my hips bucking against his mouth.
