Page 116 of All the Missing Pieces

“You, Colt. I needyou.” Those words nearly broke me as the bars bit into my palms. Because they were true. And it was more than his body that I craved. It was everything about the man. The surly demeanor that hid the most tender caring. That gruff protective streak that shielded everyone he cared about.

He planted one hand on the bed as his other covered one of mine, encircling a bar on the metal headboard. And those shadowy eyes didn’t look away as he thrust inside me.

My lips parted at the feel of him. All of Colt. My eyes watered as I struggled to adjust to his size.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathed, those eyes I loved falling closed for the briefest second as he soaked in the feel of me.

There was power in that. A surge of heady strength that had my walls tightening around him.

Colt cursed, his eyes flying open again. “My girl wants to play.”

My hips rose up to meet him in answer, and he didn’t wait. Colt slid out on a delicious glide and thrust back in with more force this time.

“Hold tight,” he warned, those fingers gripping mine around the bar harder. And then he took me again.

The force of it was just shy of too much. But I wanted him to tip over that scale. I wanted to always carry a piece of him with me, to always remember what it was like to be his.

My legs tightened around him, heels digging in and silently asking for more. And Colt gave it to me. He took me like a man possessed. Each thrust deeper, tipping the scale into those slight flickers of pain. A pain that was ours—a pain that only drove the pleasure higher.

Because there couldn’t be one without the other. And if there was one thing Colt and I had both learned, it was that. Loss and hurt could turn you bitter, or it could make you appreciate love and life that much more.

“Eyes on me,” he ground out, his hand gripping mine tighter. “Let me in, Chaos.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. Of course it wasn’t good enough for Colt to simply have my body. He wanted all of me. My heart. My mind. My goddamned soul. All those pieces I kept hidden from the rest of world.

But he should’ve known he already had them. And finally, I let him see it.

“Colt,” I rasped as I let the walls down. Every shield I’d reinforced with steel to keep from being hurt again, -all of it was useless in the face of all this man was.

“There she is,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to mine as he arced into me again.

My walls clamped down, demanding more, demandingeverything. And wanting to take that everything and hold it close.

A nonsensical sound slipped from Colt’s lips as he came. Guttural. Animalistic.

I took it all. Each wave of my orgasm pulling him deeper, closer, burning him into me. A forever brand. One I’d wear with pride.

We collapsed together, Colt rolling us so I was on top of him, taking care of me even in this. His fingers trailed up my back, tracing the bumps of my spine. “Never felt anything like this.”

My grip on him tightened instinctively as my fear raged. “Me either,” I croaked.

“Scares the hell out of you.”

I nodded against his chest.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right here for as long as you’ll have me.”

That fear only dug in deeper at the thought of losing the beauty that was this man. “And he always keeps his promises.”

“Damn straight,” Colt said, his lips brushing my temple.

A barked meow sounded, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of fur. “Tater! No?—”

But it was too late. She hurled herself onto the bed and sank her teeth right into Colt’s ear.

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