Page 62 of Break Me Beautifully

Scalding pink with excitement, I reach down until I'm gripping his shaft, guiding it toward me. "Fuck me. Fill me up, I need it so damnbad."

He crashes into me with full force, treating me not like the former virgin I was but like someone who can survive all that he is. I deserve what he can give me—we both know it.

"Christ," he growls, sinking into me in a single stroke so solid it impacts me like a comet, the force going beyond flesh and blood. I blink back the orbs of beautiful color that try to blind me. I fight them off because I want to see his face. I don't want to miss a second.

Marshall rests his muscular body on top of me. My hands explore his strong back while his mouth searches mine. He's kissing me like he's looking for something. He’s kissing me like he's found it.

Each thrust of his full length makes my body throb. Everything is liquid warmth. My existence is a puddle he could drink in a single mouthful. I'd let him devour me until I was nothing but a whisper of passion. I'd let him do anything, I think, if I could feel this good while it happened.

Here, in his arms, there's no more fear. I'm forgotten what sadness is, what ailed me as I wondered about where I fit into the universe.

Now I know.

I belong here.

"Leona, Leona." My name sounds like a mantra. Hugging him tight, I meet his piston hips, driving myself towards a fast, hot, trembling climax. His cock swells so fast I think it'll break me. And Iwantit to. The idea alone sends me over the edge, making me come a second after he starts to. There's nothing but his erotic voice and our pulsing muscles in this place.

His hips keep gyrating, his craving not satisfied. His breath is pure steam. I come again, screaming, toes pointing, nails digging in for any source of stability. Black dots blur my vision. I realize they're his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks, stroking my hair from my forehead.

My lids flutter. I kiss him, laughing through it, giddy with madness. There's too many emotions burrowing in my chest, laughing is all I can do. When I finally stop shaking, I notice he's grinning at me. "What?" I ask, my giggles waning.

"I was thinking how much I love watching you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're fascinating, Leona. I was drawn to you from the very start."

My smile weakens a little as his words sink in. "You're the first to see me. Really see me, I mean. I was hiding all my life, Marshall, doing my best to let no one see me. Then you did. You broke me."

"Leona,"

"You broke me," I repeat, clasping his face, "and I don't care. All the cracks you made helped the light inside of me shine free. Now I'm glowing so bright I can't hide anymore, and I don't want to."

We converge together in unison, seeking comfort, chasing our drive to become more than ourselves. More thanus.We're not there yet.

But I know we will be.

"I'm going to get the shower going," he murmurs in my ear. "Sound good?"

"God, yes," I chuckle.

He kisses the space beside my left eyebrow before dragging himself from the bed. Light from the city sifts through the blinds of his bedroom window, outlining his muscled hamstrings and his tight ass. My heels hit the floor and follow him until a buzz catches my attention.

"That's me," I say, kicking my things aside until I find my phone. My sister is calling me. I answer, tucking the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey," she says hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm with Marshall."

"Oh. That's ... are you two ..."

Turning my head, I watch him as he climbs into the steaming shower. I'm dying to join him. "Yeah. Listen, Katy—"

"Wait. Let me. I'm sorry I didn't prepare you more for all of this."

"It's fine, you thought you were doing what's right." I haven't fully forgiven her, it's too soon, but I don't want her hating herself for what's already done. "I'm going to stay here."

"What? Why?"

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