Page 504 of Coal Hearts

Our lips parted wide, colliding with force and violence.

Just like our other kiss, this one transcended the act of sex and made it something more.

It felt as if we merged, melded, fused, and blended.

Tingles spread from my heart and into every cell.

My clit throbbed. My insides clenched around him.

His large hands swooped up my body and cupped my cheeks, cradling me so tenderly, so ruthlessly, all while his mouth plundered mine and his body stabbed deliciously deep.

He thrust hard.

Viciously hard.

He fucked me from below all while I rode him from above.

We turned wild.

Grunting and panting, we struggled to get a proper breath, breathing each other in, sucking each other down, all while the pain in my side hinted medically this wasn’t advised.

Screw commonsense.

If I had any brain cells, I would’ve run from this man back at the bar in Paris.

If I’d listened to the Vedic astrologer, I might never have stumbled into Henri’s orbit.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his.

“You are the same. You are one. You are destined to destroy each other.”

Pinpricks of bruised agony blazed down my front.

A whimper of discomfort even as bliss coiled and spindled in my lower belly.

I couldn’t see him.

The lack of sight only made our kiss that much richer, that much deeper, that much more terrifying.

Our tongues spoke for us, silently feeding each other our truths.

Our lips made promises, weaving our faults into one.

“This match will not last. The intensity will destroy both of you. You will both burn.”

His every thrust forced me to gyrate and arch over him, riding him harder, faster, rushing toward the finish line that blazed like a comet in the dark.

“You will both burn.”

Too late.

Too late.

I was alight.

Burning.

“You are destined to destroy each other.”