Page 44 of The Only Heart that Matters

They don’t stay there for long, traveling over my hips and then up and down my thighs. His mouth dips lower and I tense, trying to take a step back, but he holds me firmly in place. Hiswarm lips land on the small silver streaks I was hoping to hide from him, and I want to pull away and hide. As if sensing my reaction, his grip tightens.

Between kisses across my lower stomach, he says, “These gave us Sawyer. What could be more beautiful?”

Warmth settles behind my eyes, and I blink rapidly. A tear escapes, falling down my cheeks at the truth in his words. I wouldn’t trade Sawyer for anything in this world, including a flat, smooth stomach. There truly is beauty in our scars and watching this man I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember, as he worships my body is like some sort of mommy porn, my mind will play on a loop for years to come.

His hands grab my backside as he growls against my pelvic bone. He looks up at me, but I keep my eyes on the mirror like he instructed. “I have always loved your ass in a tight pair of jeans, but I have to tell you, naked, it exceeds all my expectations.”

He gives one cheek a gentle slap, and the corners of my mouth lift in the mirror.

His mouth glides back to my pelvic bone and he kisses me right above my clit. “Hold on to the bedpost, sweetheart.”

My fingers wrap around the wooden post as he lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder. What I see in our reflection is by far the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. My alabaster skin against his tan back and my stiletto over his tattoo is enough to make me weak in the knees, but when I simultaneously feel and watch him drag his finger over my clit, down my wet center, and then press it deep inside me my chest rises and falls on heated breaths. My core throbs, needy.

He spreads me open and licks me from my opening to my clit before burying his face in my pussy. The tandem sensation of watching and feeling threatens to take me over the edge. His grip on my ass intensifies as he pulls me closer, feasting on me likea man starved. I’m a quivering mess, ready to combust when he pulls away from me.

Glancing over his shoulder, he catches his first look at the two of us and his eyes roam up and down my body in a way that makes my cheeks heat. “Look at you, Mia. You’re fucking perfect. And you taste like fucking heaven.” He turns his attention back to me and flattens his tongue against my core, the tip teasing as it presses into me.

My hands run over his head, my body humming with pleasure.

He adjusts moving to the side and taking my leg with him, opening me even more. Bared to him. Vulnerable.

“Look how wet you are for me.” He licks his lips as he drags two fingers through my wetness before sliding them inside me. He doesn’t have to demand that I watch. I couldn’t force my eyes off his hands on my body if I wanted to.

My eyes catch his and his hand stops its divine stroking. Realizing why he stopped, I drop my gaze back to where his fingers had been working their magic. He rewards me for following instructions when his fingers begin moving in and out of me again. He hungrily watches me watching his hand work me into a divine madness. And right there, in nothing but my heels, I come for the second time tonight.

Instinct demands I close my eyes, but I resist because I want to watch. Want to see what it looks like to come apart in his hands. I repeat his name, like a prayer. Just as my world fades to black, he sucks my clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue over and over until I scream his name. Finally, I close my eyes where I’m met with bright stars as I crash into blissful oblivion.

His mouth releases my clit and the last waves of my orgasm crest over me. When I finally flutter my eyes open, they find Angus as he continues to watch the slow movement of his fingers, his hand dripping from my release. He strokes his hardlength with his other hand, and the sight intensifies my desire once again.

“Fuck.”

It’s all I get out before I come again, just as hard as the first time. Only this time I keep my eyes open and watch him.

After every last ripple of pleasure has run through me, he pulls his fingers out and then gently rubs his hand and my wetness around my sensitive pussy, not releasing me from my high.

Thank goodness I’m holding on to the bed for dear life when he releases my leg and stands. Otherwise, I would be in a puddle on the floor.

He kisses me hard before pulling the covers back on the bed. Tugging his tie back in front of me, he peels my fingers from the bedpost.

“Baby, we’re just getting started.”

And he isn’t lying. He lowers me to the bed and makes slow, luxurious love to me until the sun comes up. He kisses and caresses every inch of my body from my head to my toes, all while telling me every fantasy he’s ever had of the two of us together.

We take advantage of our one night.

He lives out his fantasies while ruining me for all men to come.

I let him brand himself on not just my heart, but my soul.

Chapter Nineteen

Angus

I’d say waking tangled up in Mia was fucking everything, but is it really waking up in someone’s arms if you didn’t actually sleep?

How could I waste even a minute when this is it?

Our one night together.

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