Page 74 of Shattered Hate

“Fuck, it feels weird.” I inhale sharply as he adds a second, slowly sliding them in and out. “More,” I beg, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. With a third finger, and the way he opens them up inside me, stretching me, I know I can’t wait any longer. “Dax, fuck, fuck me,” I blurt out, and he angles his fingers perfectly as he smirks.

“So needy,” he teases, an infuriating smirk tipping upon his lips before his expression turns serious as he lines himself up with me.Eight.He pushes in slowly, each inch filling me deeper. As he tunnels in, he breathes heavily and stares down at me with intense, wide, green eyes.

“Please move,” I prompt. Daxton closes his eyes, fighting to keep himself under control—it’s a struggle I understand because I feel like I might fall apart just watching him. I feel his piercing thrust along the inside as he pulls out, and then when he pushes back in, my whole world lights up. “Holyfuckingshit.”

“Tray,” Dax murmurs, his face softening as he slowly withdraws and then thrusts into me again. Each time, his hips send ripples of pleasure that make my eyes roll back.

“You don’t know how good you feel inside me, Dax.” I pant, running my hands along his arms. “I can feel you everywhere.”Daxton thrusts into me hard, his pelvis snapping perfectly into place as he bottoms out each time. I arch my back off the bed as he positions himself with his arms on either side of my head, his face pressed against mine and his wild eyes locking me in place. Every time he pulls out and then pushes back in, filling me up, he kisses me on my cheek, my lips, my forehead, and my neck. With every thrust, his kisses cover me, and I can honestly say I’ve never experienced sex that feels this incredible. Being so connected to Daxton makes me feel whole, like I finally found the missing piece of me.

I feel right. I feel complete. Then I pull Daxton’s head back and stare at him, really looking into his eyes. The words are right on the tip of my tongue—I know I love him—but I can’t seem to say them, afraid that admitting it might make him leave. I close my eyes, trying to push those thoughts away as I whisper,

“Harder, Dax.” I open my eyes and add, “Fuck me like you love me.” Daxton lifts me, hooking both of my legs over his shoulders as he snaps his hips forward in one strong thrust. His moan fills the room as his hard body grinds over every sensitive spot.

“Your ass is squeezing me so tight. I wish you could see how well your ass swallows my cock, Tray. It’s like it’s craving more and pulls me in deeper every time I try and pull out.” He pants, his breathing growing heavier as his moans intensify and sweat drips down his head. “I want you to come for me, Tray. I want you to make a mess for me.” He’s going to end me with that mouth of his.

“Daxton, fuckshitfuck.” I grip my own cock and match his pace as our movements get more frantic. His jaw clenches, and his hands grip my thighs firmly.

“I’m going to come inside you, Trayton.” Dax groans, his fingers tightening even more.

“Harder,” I cry out, my hand moving frantically as my body buzzes with desire. “Ahhhh fuckkkkk,” Dax rasps, his hipsslamming into me once, twice, until I finally tip over the edge. My legs tense on his shoulders as I come hard, my cum shooting out. Daxton’s movements slow, and he pants over me as he gently lowers my legs and slips himself out of me, causing me to wince from the burn I know I’m going to be feeling for a while. He wipes his head, staring down at me and the undeniable proof of our connection.

“You look so damn perfect,” he murmurs, lowering his lips to mine. He kisses me deeply, then trails his lips down my neck and chest, moving lower to where the cum is, licking it all up. His tongue glides across my stomach, and he moans with every swipe. My dick twitches, somehow springing back to life, already half-hard. Daxton moves up, his face so close to mine. “I’ll never stop loving your taste,” he says. I grab the back of his neck and crash my lips onto his, tasting myself on him. I don’t care because he’s so damn hot, too much of everything. As our tongues tangle, I realize with complete certainty: he was meant to find me again, to come here and fix what was broken. After a moment, Daxton rolls beside me, and we both lie there in silence, trying to catch our breath. Dax tilts his head upward, and I slide my arm around his shoulder, drawing him close as we lie together in a gentle silence. His hand slowly moves upward, tracing the small tattoo on my chest.

“You said it’s a star map, but what was the reason behind it?” he asks softly.“I-” I stutter, and then I lean in to whisper, “You.” He sits up, brow furrowing as he watches me.

“What?” I smile and reply,

“It’s the star map from the night we met at the lighthouse.” His face fills with awe as his eyes glisten.

“You’re kidding.” He breathes, astonishment coloring his tone. I shake my head gently.

“I told you what you meant to me.” His fingers glide over the tiny pattern etched on my skin.

“I can’t believe you have it—when did you get it?” A light laugh escapes me as memories rush back: that reckless day when I strolled into a tattoo shop, underage and determined, tossing them an extra hundred bucks.

“Fifteen,” I say, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips. Dax frowns playfully.

“But you were with Bex back then, right?”

“Like I said,” I whisper, my tone soft and tender, “those nights on the lighthouse with you meant more than you can imagine. I needed a piece of you to hold on to forever.” My voice wavers as I see the glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. “Dax.” My heart aches to confess a love too deep for words—even speaking it feels like it might break me. “Dax,” I repeat quietly.

“Shh, I know, Tray. You don’t have to say it,” he murmurs, his tone warm and understanding. He presses a gentle kiss on the star map on my chest. “Our stars,” he marvels before leaning forward to share a soft kiss on my lips. “You know, you just gave me my first,” he confesses, his head resting against my chest.

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“I’ve never been on top before,” he admits shyly. I lean back, gently tugging his shoulder until his gaze meets mine. His rosy cheeks—my favorite sight—shine back at me.

“I got a first.” I grin, my chest swelling with both tenderness and disbelief. Finally, I have a first.

“You’ve given me so many firsts,” he whispers softly. He starts listing hesitantly, “First guy who kissed me—even if it was just a peck on the cheek; the first guy I loved; the first who broke my heart; the first guy’s dick I sucked.”

“What?” I interject in utter shock. Dax peers up at me.

“That night, right here, after you lied about your tattoo,” he recalls with a soft laugh. God, it was his first time sucking a dick, and I’d treated him like that.

“Dax, damn… I—” I begin.

“Don’t,” he cuts in lightly, his laughter bright and genuine.Nine.“I loved it. More than you can imagine.” His tone softens as he sighs. “I wish I could call one of your firsts mine.” I freeze.

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