Page 95 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

I didn’t give him time to argue as I walked to the bathroom and gathered the supplies I needed. When I came back, I found him struggling to undress.

“Here, let me help you,” I offered.

He gave me a frustrated sigh but allowed me to undress him. I put a towel down beneath him and placed my bucket of soapy water within reach.

To my surprise, he laid back and relaxed against the pillows, allowing me to get straight to work.

“You aren’t fighting me on this.” I smoothed the cloth over the hard planes of his body, careful to avoid his bandages.

He grinned. “I can’t say that this doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Of course you’d like this,” I teased, gliding the cloth up and down his arm.

“I like any time you touch me of your own free will,” he confessed.

Though he hadn’t intended to, his words returned the darkness of our situation to the room. The ever-present reminder of how all of this had started. The painful chasm that still divided us.

I ignored it and my mixed up feelings as I ran the cloth up and down his legs. His cock started to jerk against his belly, swollen and eager to be touched.

He shuddered as I ran the cloth over that part of him, cleaning him quickly and without finesse. It was difficult to pull away, but I managed, placing the cloth back into the bucket. I moved to stand, but Ryland grasped my arm.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “I need you, baby girl.”

“Ryland, we can’t,” I protested. “You need to rest.”

“I need to be inside of you,” he insisted. “God, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you so much. I need to feel you again. Please.”

I knew I shouldn’t. He needed to relax and let himself heal. But in my mind, I was as desperate as him for that connection. The one place we’d never had any problems. The one way we could communicate our feelings without words.

So, throwing caution to the wind, I positioned myself between his legs and kneeled down to suck him into my mouth.

He hissed the moment my lips enveloped him and tried to buck his hips up to greet me.

“We do this my way,” I warned him. “Or not at all. I’m in control here, Ryland, not you.”

His eyes flared, but he didn’t say a word of protest as he watched me take him back into my mouth. I could tell it was difficult for him, but he let me have control.

He wound his fingers through my hair and groaned, his cock swelling even more as I sucked him deeper.

“Please, Brighton,” he begged. “I need to be inside of you.”

I pulled away and tugged off my shorts and panties, discarding them on the floor before I straddled his hips again. His hands pushed down the material of my cami, seeking out my breasts.

I was soaking wet for him already, and I glided him inside of me without resistance. He made another strangled noise in his throat as his hands fell to my hips.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as I began to move. “You can’t ever take this away from me again.”

He devoured me with his eyes, his frustration warring with awe as I took charge. I rolled my hips around in circles and bobbed up and down on his shaft, giving him what he so desperately needed.

“Play with yourself,” he rasped. “I want to watch you.”

I did as he requested, not feeling the slightest bit shy. We were far past that at this point. Whatever this man asked of me, I would do. It was a dangerous power he held.

I reached up and cupped one of my breasts while the other hand toyed with my clit. All of my frustration and anger and pain from the last few days combined to a boiling point of pressure inside of me. When I finally blew, the waves of pleasure seemed to roll on forever. It was the most cathartic release I’d ever had.

Ryland’s breath was ragged and his eyes wild as I increased my pace fractionally to drive him over the edge.

“So hot,” he grunted. “So fucking beautiful, baby girl. Oh, God.”

His release barreled into me, bathing me with warmth as his breath stuttered in his chest. He started to cough, and I gave him a panicked look, but he shook his head as I climbed off of him.

“Was it worth it?” I scolded.

He smiled and nestled me against his arm, kissing me softly on the forehead.

“It always is with you.”

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