Page 71 of Break Her Heart
I stepped toward the bed, but then I hesitated—just long enough to glance at the desk.
Don’t hold back.
She wanted it all. She wanted to make me angry so I would give her everything I had tried so hard to stop myself from doing.
So I changed course.
With one arm still wrapped around her, I swept the books, inkpots, and parchment off the heavy desk in a single violent motion, sending them crashing to the floor. Her eyes widened, but not in fear—in anticipation. She loved this. The frenzy. The rawness.
I laid her across the desk like something sacred and sinful all at once.
Her hair spilled over the wood like black ink, her back arching as my hands trailed up her thighs. I kissed my way down her neck, across her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, legs trembling around me as I worshiped every inch.
She moaned—soft at first, then louder, more urgent—and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to lose myself completely. I wanted to take her hard, fast, right there. But gods help me, I needed to feel all of it. To make her feel all of it.
Her hands found my hair again, tugging me closer. I kissed lower, slower, her breath shuddering every time my mouth touched her skin. Her thighs tightened around me as I pressed a hand flat to her stomach, holding her steady.
I was shaking. With need. With hunger.
And with something deeper. Something that clawed its way up my throat and lodged there like a vow.
I dropped to my knees before her, hands gripping her thighs, parting them slowly as I looked up at her—watching the realization dawn in her eyes. She gasped, fingers slipping from my hair to cover her mouth.
Good. I wanted to surprise her. To worship her. To ruin her completely.
I lowered my head between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh—once, twice—until she was trembling above me. Her body jerked when I finally tasted her, soft and wet and fucking perfect. Her hand flew back to my head, clutching tight, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as my tongue moved with practiced cruelty.
She was already falling apart.
And gods, I loved that I could do this to her. That no one else would ever know this part of her.Onlyme.
She moaned my name—high, broken—and I gripped her hips harder, dragging her closer, burying myself in her until there was nothing but the sound of her falling to pieces on my tongue.
When she came, it was violent. Her legs locked around me, her body arched so high I thought she’d break in half. And I kept going. Just a little longer. Just enough to feel her sob out and try to shove me away, her hands weak and shaking.
I stood then, lips wet, heart thundering, and met her eyes.
“I’m not finished,” I said.
And I wasn’t.
Not even close.
She was still gasping when I brought my fingers to her entrance, slipping one in slow, curling until she moaned again. Her body clenched, still sensitive, still riding the edge I’d left her on. I added another, thrusting gently at first, then harder.
“You want it all, Winnie?” I murmured, voice dark with promise.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips rolling against my hand.
I bent over and kissed her stomach as my fingers slowed. “Yes,August. Say my name. Say it like I’m the only thing you want.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at me, her eyes gleaming with unfiltered need. “You’re all I want, August,” she whispered as her body trembled with desire.
I let my teeth scrape against her stomach as I dragged them up to her breasts, nipping at the soft swell until she arched into me. The tip of my cock nudged at her entrance, slick and ready, but I held back—barely—as I took in her scent. There was no going back after this. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, to rebuild the crumbling barriers I’d tried so hard to keep between us.
But I gave in.
I bit her, hard, just above her left breast. The moment her blood hit my tongue, it was like being struck by lightning—sweet, intoxicating, laced with something only she possessed. My mind blurred, my body caved to instinct as I plunged into her, driven by a need so deep it bordered on madness. The taste of her flooded me, shattering whatever restraint I had left.
