Page 111 of Before We Break

“Your pretty little pussy is soaked for me.” He slides the vibrator lower, breaching past my entrance. “I bet you love having two holes filled at the same time, don’t you, baby? You’re taking it so well.”

I close my eyes as he pistons his hips, saliva dipping out of the corners of my mouth. I can hear the wet sounds my pussy is making as he moves the vibrator in and out, the short arm hitting my clit over and over but not staying in the same spot long enough to let me fall apart.

I grip the base of his cock, twisting my fist in tandem with each thrust forward and back.

I can’t think straight with so many things happening at once; all I know is I’m dangerously close to falling apart. My pussy spasms as I creep every closer to peaceful oblivion.

“I know, baby. You’re so close, aren’t you? Wanna watch you gush for me again.”

He holds the vibrator still, and my spine tingles like it does the moments before an orgasm. Before I can get there, he pulls away, replacing the vibrator with two thick fingers, crooking them inside of me. His thumb finds my clit again, and lewd, wet sounds fill the quiet room as he hits that spot inside of me that I know will give him exactly what he’s hoping for.

I hastily release his cock from my mouth, knowing I’m seconds away from detonating.

“Noah.” His name comes out on a cry as I clamp down on him. My orgasm tears through me, and I come apart. A kaleidoscope of color explodes behind my eyelids, and my thighs shake as I soak the bed. He pulls out and lays a wet slap on my pussy, then rubs back and forth with the tips of his fingers, drawing out my release.

“Atta girl.” He leans forward and runs the flat of his tongue between my thighs, lapping it up, my entire body shuddering when he sucks on my clit.

In a surprisingly tender move, his lips gently press to the inside of my thigh. “So fucking perfect,” he grits out.

Completely boneless, I roll onto my stomach and grip his cock, licking up the length.

He hisses on an inhale and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him through my lashes. “Such an eager little thing, but I’m not coming down your throat tonight.”

He moves away from the bed, stroking his hard length a few times. “On your back against the pillows. I wanna watch your face when you fall apart for me.”

My heart rams against my ribs as I get into position. He prowls closer, his gaze narrowed between my spread thighs. “Are you sore?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Tell me if you need me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you”

In the time it took to shift positions, Noah has softened, his impenetrable armor disappearing as he gazes at me with such ardent affection. This is dangerous. I’m a fly stuck in a spider’s web, and he has the power to devour me whole if he wants to. My heart and soul all at once.

He drapes his body over mine, notching his crown at my entrances. His fingertips ghost over the side of my face as he achingly slowly pushes forward. “You’re mine, Clio.”

His words sink their teeth in my heart. I drag in a slow breath as he slides inside of me, and I feel whole for the first time maybe ever as some missing piece finds its home.

I don’t know why this feels so different from all the other times. Maybe it’s the look in his eyes or the absence of a contract holding us back, but something has shifted.

He rocks his hips back and forward again, taking his time, each delicious slide carefully measured. “You feel like home.” He whispers the quiet confession as his warm breath ghosts against my cheek.

It’s both the best and worst thing he could’ve said. Home is the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted—to belong to someone, to be wholly and emphatically loved. If home is not a place, but a person, I have found it, and it terrifies me to my core knowing I could lose him at any moment.

NOAH

I don’t know what I intended to happen when I barged back into her apartment, but I don’t regret a single second of it. I never understood the difference between sex and making love until now.

After experiencing both in one night, I’m more convinced than ever that she was made for me. She has this uncanny ability to be exactly what I need at any given moment. She’s soft and pliant when I need control, and when I falter, she lends me her strength.

After a hot bath, I wrap her in a fluffy robe and change the bedsheets, then we slip under the covers, and I lay my head on her chest, listening to her heart keeping perfect time with mine.

“Why did you come back?” she asks.

Tightening my hold on her waist as her fingers run through my hair, I lay my heart on the line. “Because in your arms is the only place that the weight of the world—and my past—doesn’t reach me.”

THIRTY-TWO

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