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Serenity
My brain can’t reason out what is happening to me. What seems only hours ago, I was fighting Heath like a madwoman over leaving Nathan’s body, and he all but jerked me along behind him, leaving bruises on my wrists.
Then I holed myself up in his bathroom for ages waiting for him to leave me alone. But he never did.
Finally, he breaks me down brick by brick with his words. Ohh, those words…they hit me so hard. They’re still echoing through my body with such force I hardly realize that he has me naked and spread on his bed until his touch awakens me again.
I gasp out. His lips caress mine, shoving away the horrors I’ve seen today. It won’t heal from a mere touch, but Heath knows me better than anybody in the world. He knows what I need, probably more than I do.
“Open your eyes, Serenity. Look at me.” His voice lures me to the surface of this passion swirling inside me along with the pain of all that came before.
I force my eyelids to move and find a set of vivid blue eyes looming right in front of me. Heath’s warm breath passes over my lips.
“Put your arms around me, babe.”
Heart stuttering, I glide them around his neck. The intimacy of the moment has my insides shaking so hard and fast that I can scarcely breathe or think. All I can do is feel Heath’s wonderful weight anchoring me in this world.
And his heated kiss.
Lips crushed over mine, he drops the full weight of his hips down, pinning me. The bulge in his jeans takes my heart rate up a notch. An ache starts deep in my core, pushing out what happened and replacing it with white-hot desire for this man in my arms.
I tighten my hold, and he deepens the kiss, angling his head, swishing his tongue gently over mine.
His tenderness stirs me to a frenzy. I wrap my legs around him and drag his stiff cock against the V of my legs. We share a moan. And he starts to grind into me.
The pressure bottles up until I feel I might blow. My breath comes out in hitching rasps. He answers with grumbles of need.
As if neither of us can stand it another second, we tear from the kiss and start ripping off each other’s clothes.
I scrabble with button and zipper while he practically shreds the top and leggings off my body. Digging my fingers into his spine, I drag his hot, muscled chest down onto my bare breasts. The heat between us is volcanic.
I explore his muscled spine down to his carved buttocks. Clasping him to me as he enters me in one slippery-wet glide.
Gasping, I angle my hips to receive every inch of his thick cock. He sinks deep. Holding my stare, he plunges in again and again.
The inferno between us rages to another level. It’s primal, animal and all-consuming. I feel like I’m being scorched alive by this man and all his body is demanding of mine.
I answer in kind, taking and giving, rocking to the beat he’s setting for us. When a knot in my core starts to throb, I know I’m close.
“Kiss me,” I plead.
He slams his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue in time to the rhythm. When I’m sure that I’ll expire from the pressure building inside me, the tension shoots even higher.
I come with a scream of his name, and jets of Heath’s cum hit my inner walls, soaking me with his seed.
Passion winds through me, and suddenly I’m crying.
He grips me to him, kissing away my tears and then dropping his head to trace over my pulse in my throat with the point of his tongue.
A final whimper rips from my lips. I collapse, exhausted from the emotional turmoil that’s become my life.
Even Heath has sent me racing through an obstacle course of emotions, of not knowing whether I could dare to dream of being with him, at long last, or not.
When he rolls to the side and draws me tight against him, I lay my head on his chest and listen to the thrum of his heart.
He says I will be his queen. Heath is my king. But that terrifies me more than anything.
In high school we were both good at history class. So what I’m afraid of, Heath already knows.
