Page 37 of Taming a Ruthless Heart

“Please!”she begs, fighting to lift her eyelids and focus on me.

My erection has turned so painful it’s hard to articulate words.I lean down and rub my nose along hers.

“What is it, pet?”I manage to gasp against her parted lips.

“I need to come, Dave, please,” she whispers, breaking the role-play, her voice raw and full of need.

Hearing her call me by my name—not “Sir,” but just Dave, the man she once loved— cracks something open in me, something I thought I’d buried.

“Me too,” I confess, my voice rasping with emotion I can’t hide.

This isn’t just sex anymore.It’s everything we’ve lost, everything we’re trying to rebuild.

I sear our lips together, releasing her hands and lifting her knee as I thrust my hips forward.She’s so wet that I slide fully in to the hilt.I’m wide and her tight walls grip me, enveloping my cock in their warmth.I still for a couple of beats, waiting for her body to adjust.

Her nails rake my scalp, pulling at my hair as she wraps her legs around my waist and dig her heels into my ass.

I come up for air and confess, “God, I missed this.”

Her chuckles connect to my lighter side, the one I thought I’d killed and buried a long time ago.My youthful self makes a comeback.And for tonight, I allow this part of me to roam free.

She frames my face and whispers, “I missed us so goddamn much.”

Locking eyes, we move together, finding a rhythm that is both familiar and new, a dance that’s as much about trust as it is about desire.

She’s fire and ice, soft and strong, breaking and unbreakable all at once.And as I hold her, as I lose myself in her, I realize that this is where I belong.This is where I’ve always belonged, even if it took me years to realize that.

Her sex vibrates around my erection and I speed up my thrusts, eager to reach the climax with her.

“Wait!”I growl when she throws her head back, rolling her eyes before closing them.“Look at me.”

She obeys and I dive into the pools of fire staring back at me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Her thighs trap my hips like a vise, and her staccato breathing marks each word as she enunciates them, “So.Are.You.”

Pleasure, white-hot and fierce, burns my veins as an earth-shattering orgasm takes over control.

“Come for me,” I order as I cover her mouth with mine.

We soar together in a blur of sensation, a tangle of limbs, and a million whispers.I unload my seed deep inside her until there’s nothing left in me.But I keep pumping my hips, rejoicing at the way her sex squeezes me before releasing me again.Her loud moans, her eyes shut tightly, and her head swinging from side to side are a vision of abandon and passion.The waves of pleasure continue to make her body quiver under mine while I sprinkle kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and nose.

“Thank you,” she rasps, gazing at me through half-opened eyelids.

“My absolute pleasure.”

I roll to my back, pulling her up my chest and draping an arm around her shoulders.She nestles her cheek over my heart, and I feel her smile against my fevered skin even if I can’t see it.

I smooth my hands along her back, from her nape to her ass, memorizing every inch of her.As the full moon casts a bluish light through the windows, I watch as Alexia sleeps.Her face is soft, unguarded, a stark contrast to the fierce woman I used to know.I reach out, tracing the curve of her cheek, the line of her neck, the faint lines of her scars.They tell a horror story.I can’t help but admire her for surviving it.I also will never forgive the monster who treated her like this.He took someone as pure and innocent as my Sandy used to be and broke her.He violated her body and tried to break her soul.But she’s stronger than even I’d ever imagined.

A wave of protectiveness as powerful as a tsunami surges in my chest, but it’s more than that.It’s not just about keeping her safe from the ghosts that haunt her, from the evil that still hunts her.It’s about facing my own fears—the fear that I might not be enough to save her, that I’ll fail her again like I did before.I wasn’t there to stop Igor from breaking her.As I watch her sleep, so unguarded, the weight of what’s still unspoken between us crushes me.

But for now, I push it aside.

For now, I’ll pretend that I can keep her here, in this moment, forever.

That I can make her mine again.

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