Page 81 of Saving Grace

I pull away a little, hands on his face as I sink an inch. “Ah, oh my?—”

The air in my lungs burns, disappearing, leaving my chest in cinders.

Lord above, he feels so incredible. So big.

The stretch is delicious. My body vibrates, limbs trembling and hands shaking from the contact. And he’s only given me the tip.

“You alright, Gracie?” He brushes a strand of rogue hair from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear.

“Uh huh, I want more.”

“All of it?” he rasps, eyes burning into mine. Hunger has captured those dark blues whole now.

“Please . . .”

Gripping my hips, he slams up into me with a raw growl. His chest plunges, deep cycles swallowing each inhale.

“Ah, Ma—” I whimper. My mouth waters. It’s bliss. I can’t breathe.

My forehead drops to his. “Again.”

Body trembling too much to have any control over it, he lifts me from his lap and slams me back down.

A whimper mewls through my parted lips, long and breathy.

His hard stomach brushes over my clit with every pass. He picks up the pace and our breaths smash into each other’s—waves over a rocky shoreline in the darkest storm.

My body is electric.

With every move he makes, it wakes up a little further.

My heart and soul were dormant.

Until this moment.

This man.

Chapter Twenty-One

MACK

My heart is set to burst from my chest. This woman, who patched me back up and refused to take my bullshit, takes me higher and higher with every sweet sound that tumbles from her pretty pink lips. The curve of her body over mine. Those gorgeous tits in my face. My mouth waters for them.

Sweet Jesus.

Nothin’ on earth compares to my girl. Never fuckin’ will.

I clamp my teeth around a nipple and run a hand up her spine, drawing her closer to me. I want to feel her around me. Everywhere, until she’s the only world I see. God, this beautiful woman has me. By the balls. By the heart.

Seen my soul? Probably tucked away inside hers somewhere.

She takes up the rhythm between us and I slam my hands on her hips as heat coils in my spine.

Fucked if I’m ruinin’ this for her.

“Slow, Gracie. Slow.”

Her hands are on my face, mouth covering mine a second later. I open for her like she could just crack me wide.

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