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Stars dance in my vision, the power of my own orgasm taking the air right from my lungs. It’s never been like this before. It’s never felt like my whole fucking soul was being ripped out. But I’m already fucking addicted to the feeling.
The sound that escapes my throat is barely human as I pump her full of thick ropes of my cum. I’ve never ridden a woman bareback before, but I want Mia full of my cum at every opportunity. I want to watch it drip down her thighs, to smell it on her.
I collapse on top of her, careful to hold my weight as I press gentle kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, over her cheeks before finally capturing her lips with mine. Slow passes of tongues and gentle nips as we both recover from our releases.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I brush the hair from her cheeks, my eyes roaming over her face, committing the moment to memory.
It came eight years too late, but I finally claimed her. Finally took what was always mine.
Mia pants beneath me, her face buried in the crook of my neck as I reach up and undo the belt around her wrists.
She wraps her arms around me and holds me close, and there’s something so fucking powerful about being needed by her.
A choked sob escapes her throat, and her whole body shakes underneath me. The sound tears my heart clear from my chest.
Did I do that?
Did I hurt her?
Have I just ruined everything?
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
MIA
I’ve never felt anything so intense in my life.
But then, I’ve always disassociated during intimate encounters because it was never consensual before. It was rape.
Every single sexual experience I had before Ace saved me was against my will, and I don’t know how to reconcile what we just did with all those times and all the horrific things that have been done to me during them.
A tremble racks through my body, followed by a brutal sob that tears through my chest without warning.
An endless battering of emotions slams into me all at once, and I can barely breathe through them. The only thing keeping me grounded is Ace’s bare skin pressed to mine.
I’m safe.
I’m okay.
No one can hurt me here.
Ace won’t let anyone hurt me.
But that thought only makes the tears come in harder and faster because I should leave him. I need to keep him and the people around him safe. But how am I ever meant to live without the other part of my heart?
He’s always held it in his hands. Ever since he took my hand when I was six and helped me unpack my things in the house we came to know as hell.
“Mia,” he murmurs against my ear. “It’s okay, sugar. I’ve got you.” There’s a strain in his voice that chips at what’s left of my composure. I can only imagine what’s going through his head right now. He’s still inside me for god’s sake. But I can’t help it. All I can do is hold on to him like he’s the only thing holding me together, and right now, he is. He’s the difference between me falling apart and somehow being able to salvage how special the moments we just shared were.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Mia,” Ace whispers against the shell of my ear. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
I shake my head, trying and failing to explain to him that this isn’t his fault. That I’m too fucked up, too broken, to be any good for him.
He clings to me almost as tightly as I cling to him, and I know that as soon as he pulls away, I will fall apart. There will be no stopping it because he did exactly as I asked him to.
He replaced all the men that came before, and all the things that were forced upon me. And now all there is, is him. But those emotions, the fear, the terror, the pain, have to go somewhere. It has to escape, and I have no choice but to let it.
Ace rolls to his back with me held close to his chest until I’m spread out over him and his softening cock is still lodged inside me, like he can’t stand to pull out just yet. And I don’t think I want him to. I need the extra connection right now.
