Page 155 of Broken Road

Standing, he pulled me flush against his chest and kissed me. His lips were gentle, but his body trembled with the effort to hold back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my lips to his, and he let go, tasting, sucking, nibbling, filling, kissing me breathless.

He backed me up and lay me across the bed. Quickly undressing, his gaze never left my face until he climbed in beside me.

Hovering over me, balanced on one forearm, he reached out and smoothed his hand over my breast, across my abdomen, around my hip and down my thigh. He watched his hand make the journey, then met my eyes again.

“You belong to me, and I desire only you.”

His sweet words opened my legs like a key in a lock, and he lay his long body over mine, his cock nestled against my clit. He flexed his hips, and I tipped my head back at the pleasure.

“Vander,” I whispered.

He kissed my throat, licked my pulse, ran his teeth along the edge of my jaw.

“Everything I have, is yours,” he whispered back.

I hooked my ankles around his thighs and rubbed against him, wanting everything he had to give me, including his pain, including his past.

Pushing up on his hands, he glided back and forth across my slit, spreading my wet, nudging my clit, watching my face.

Pressing my palms to his chest, I flexed my fingers in the crisp hair. With my fingertips I traced my name on his ribs. With my thumb, I stroked the birthdates of first Jace, then George. His eyes darkened

“In me,” I ordered, and he smiled.

Lowering his chest to mine, he rolled so that I straddled his hips. He grasped my ribs, pushing me up off his pelvis, then locked eyes with mine.

“Ruby-mine,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “I belong to you and you alone. Take what’s yours.”

He took hold of his cock and I lowered myself onto him, taking my time, taking all of him. Once fully seated, I brought my eyes back to his.

His jaw tight, lips pressed in a firm line, he rolled his hips.

A moan escaped from my lips, and he grasped my neck, pulling me down, swallowing the sound with his kiss.

“Shh, Ruby-mine.”

I nodded and pushed off his chest to sit back up. He linked his fingers through mine then pushed my arms up. “Over your head, baby. I want to watch you take me.”

Stretched out before him, I rose off his pelvis, tilting my hips to hit that magic spot inside, before sheathing him with my body.

Over and over, rising and falling, pleasure building, fear falling away. A sense of belonging, the thrill of homecoming, and the sweetness of surrender, broke over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away the debris of our painful past.

Hard hands on my ribs, pulled under, Vander over me, face set, shoulders bulging, slamming into me again and again until shaking, trembling, with his face tucked into my neck, he filled me with his love.

Walking up the path to the house, we were a different group of people than those who left only two days before.

Yiayia’s eyes swept over us as we walked in.

“Ah, bravo, koritzaki mou.”

She came to me immediately and patted my cheek then did the same to Vander as he bent to kiss her.

She opened her arms to the boys. “Agoria mou! Ela styn Yiayia sas. Come to your Yiayia.”

Jace glanced at George. “Watch your cheeks. She pinches.”

Yiayia laughed and enclosed them both in her arms. “Good boys. Yiayia is very proud. Now, get out of my kitchen. Go find Alex.”

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