Page 99 of Tabitha

“I love you. Even the flaws you hate, I find adorable.” His smile melts away, his face becoming serious. “I know your deepest, darkest secrets, what you fear the most, but you are not a monster. You make the tough choices that would destroy most people. You save people from their worst nightmares. You are amazing, and anyone who doesn’t see it is a fool.”

For the first time in my life, I act rashly and impulsively follow my emotions. I grab his shirt, yank him forward, and kiss him with all the passion bottled up in my soul. He doesn’t hesitate to step between my legs, his cock settling against my core, and I give a hum of appreciation. I wrap my legs around him, loving the spark of pleasure when I rub against him.

Needing more, I yank up the bottom of his shirt, only breaking the kiss to drag the material over his head. Before I can kiss him again, his hand tangles in my hair, refusing to let me resume our kiss. I retaliate and sink my nails into his back, unable to hold back a little growl of protest.

“Tell me,” Pierce begs, his voice gruff and demanding.

I’m so damn hopeful that my heart aches.

And absolutely terrified I can’t give him what he wants. “I’m not sure I understand love and what it means, but I do know that I don’t want to live without you in my life. I’m not sure when it happened, but you’re a part of me now. A part that I can’t live without. I—”

“It’s enough,” he interrupts gruffly, his lips brushing lightly over mine, his smile gentle. “From you, it’s practically a declaration of undying love. I’ll take it.”

A blush heats my face, and I feel a little bashful at how easily he reads me. Before I can get all awkward, he kisses me again like he’s claiming a part of my soul, and I give it to him freely. Wanting more, I pull away, then yank my own shirt over my head.

Pierce’s breath catches, his touch reverent when he reaches out to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing across the nipples in a way that has me groaning. I’ve had sex a few times, more of an experiment than anything else, but it’s different with Pierce.

More.

It’s not long before we’re both naked. My hands are everywhere, desperate to learn the shape of him, while his own touch leaves my skin tingling. He fusses at the wound where a bullet grazed my ribs, but I refuse to be distracted, my body craving him so much that I grab his cock and stroke him to keep him focused.

A growl rumbles in his chest, and he leans forward, taking my breast in his mouth, sucking so hard that my back bows. A moan escapes me, and I cup the back of his head so he can’t move away. Bliss fills me for a few blessed minutes, but I soon grow restless, needing more.

Pierce grabs my wrists, then pins them both above my head with one hand. My eyes flash toward him, and his devilish smile has my breasts feeling both heavy and aching, leaving me desperate for more. Without hesitation, he reaches between my legs and strokes me with sure fingers, and it’s not long before I’m riding his hand.

And not once does he look away. He stares at me like I’m the most fascinating thing in the world to him.

His touch is like magic. He’s so attuned to my body that my own orgasm takes me by surprise. The pleasure strikes hard and fast, pulling me under, and I melt as wave after wave leaves me gasping.

I discovered orgasms in my teens like most girls, but today is different from my other experiences.

Deeper.

More intense.

Because of him.

Pierce.

Before today, if someone suggested that emotions had anything to do with orgasms, I would’ve told them they were foolish. An orgasm is a bodily function. It has nothing to do with a connection and everything to do with endorphins.

And yet Pierce smashes that theory to dust.

When he releases my arms, I’m so boneless, I can do nothing but slump against him when he pulls me close. He gently kisses the top of my head. “Why don’t you start a shower and let me get you some clothes?”

I stiffen, and when he tries to pull away, I quickly wrap my arms and legs around him. I click my tongue, giving a low chuckle of amusement, and I tip my head back to peer up at him. “If you think you’re going anywhere without repeating that, then you are not the man I thought.”

His gorgeous pale blue eyes deepen with hunger, and I don’t hesitate to reach between us and cup him once more, the heavy weight of him in my palms making my core clench with need. He splays his legs, his hips thrusting forward with each stroke of my hands, and damn if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’ve watched you for months, saw you pleasure yourself every morning, and I’ve never been so jealous of a simple hand. I’ve dreamed of you stroking yourself, even touched myself at the thought of you, and it was never enough. I didn’t understand that until now. It was never enough, because it was never you.”

A low groan of need escapes him, and I swear I feel his cock swell in my grip. He cups the back of my head, and such a naughty grin crosses his face that I shiver. “If we’re making confessions, then you should know that I was aware of you watching me.”

I inhale sharply and grip the base of his shaft hard in punishment. “I knew it!”

His husky chuckle turns into a groan, the sound tightening my nipples. Needing more, I reluctantly release him, then lean back and spread my legs. “I think it went something like this…”

Then I run my hands up my legs, skimming my fingers along the inside of my thighs. As I stroke my clit once, Pierce growls and grabs his own cock, stroking himself, even as pre cum leaks from the tip. I reach out with the same finger, drag it through the liquid, then bring it to my mouth and slowly lick it clean.

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