Page 91 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

He holds out his hand and I take it, rising from the sofa. Before I can blink, he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I throw my arms around his neck. Holding my thighs, he lifts me up and down, pressing himself into me. My cotton pants are wet between my legs as he continues lifting and lowering me. I moan, closing my eyes and biting my lower lip.

“I want to feel you.” I breathe, begging.

“Not yet. I’m going to take my time with you.” His seductive growl runs the length of my spine.

My body wrapped around his, he walks us to his bedroom. When he sets me on the ground next to his bed, he slides my pants down my legs. I step out of each leg and he tosses them away. As he rises, he puts a gentle hand on the inside of my calf, gliding slowly up my leg until he reaches my wet lips. My inner thighs heat and tingle, yearning.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers back and forth on top of my panties, making me even wetter. Then he peels them down my legs and stands in front of me.

Now it’s my turn. I sit on the edge of his bed and pull the waistband of his underwear over his hard-on, uncovering his mushroom-head. I tug it down just enough to take the velvety-soft tip into my mouth, eliciting a grunt from him as his hands rush to the sides of my head. Pulling the waistband farther down, I slide my mouth farther down his length. He heaves an exhale. Sliding my lips up, I go back down, taking him deeper into my mouth.

“Ah,” he groans, his fingers pressing with restraint into me, resisting a forceful pull.

I glide off of his shaft and move his underwear over his butt, then tug them down in the front. That’s when I see it.

Goose bumps scatter across me as I gasp. My neck jets forward on reflex as I inspect it, the intricate swirls on the bow, the teeth on the bit. It’s a perfect match. Then I look up at him, his eyes watchful.

“The key,” I say softly, warmth flooding my body.

Hypnotic, kryptonite eyes possess me. He hushes a soft stroke of his thumb across my cheek as the corners of his lips lift. “This was your surprise I never got to show you.” His deep, low sound bolts up my spine.

I stand, looking up into his eyes. “But when did you get it?”

“When we got home.” One side of his mouth curls higher.

“Why?” I search his eyes.

He pulls my body flush to his, our tattoos touching where our flesh meets. “So I’d know every time I hold your body against mine, I have the key to your heart and I’m opening it with my love for you in the space made only for us.”

Hehasopened my heart. He’s cradled my vulnerability and understood my fears, accepting me through it all. Loving me with all my fucked-upness. He’s shown me his big, beautiful heart, blessing me with the miracle of a second chance at love. A love so deep, it’s filled the cavern of my soul with the promise of eternity.

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