Page 70 of Untethered Heart
I run a hand over her head, gripping the back of her neck. “No. There’s been no one but you. In my bed, in my thoughts. Not since the moment we met.”
The reality is, my romantic or physical relationships, at least, were so void of connection because I hadn’t met Lex yet. There is something about her that settles me and excites me all at once. She feels like the other half I didn’t even realise I was missing. Suddenly, I don’t need her as furiously as I did before. Now, I want to relish and hold every second she gives me.
I lean in and press my lips to hers. My heart beats erratically, sensing how different this kiss is to any other. Without breaking the kiss, I guide her down to the bed. My body hovers over hers, forearms braced on either side of her head as I brush wisps of red strands away from her face where they cling after our shower.
Her hands trace patterns over my back, and her legs tighten around my hips, forcing me to lean all my weight against her. She gently rolls against me, enticing me to follow her direction.
My cock slides through her pussy with ease, coating me in her arousal. That first feel of her is my ultimate demise. As I slide in deeper, my very existence is reincarnated, bound to the notion I'll only ever live for her. I will never not be bare with this woman. I will never settle for anything but Lex ever again.
Every ounce of gratitude I possess for having Lex in my arms goes into each kiss. I run my fingertips over her jaw and neck. Over her shoulders, and down her arms, lightly grazing her skin until I reach her wrists and pull them off my back. Placing them up beside her head, I interlace my fingers with hers.
I can feel my hands tremble from the intimacy of being with Lex. This level of emotion is unlike any experience I’ve had witha woman. My heart feels exposed, and I need her hands in mine. To know she’s with me as we succumb to the point of no return. An inherent need to belong to the other.
My dick continues to glide up and down through her arousal, content to stay there as I attempt to have my fill of her lips. She’s soaked us both, so when I move up again, I slip just inside her perfect cunt.
I halt my movements so I can look into her eyes. Her fingers squeeze around mine and with ease I push unhurriedly into her pussy. I can see her fighting the need to shut her eyes, but she manages to keep them on me.
I pull out until only the head of my dick remains, then slowly push back inside, feeling every bare and slick inch of her as I do.
Every part of my body that can touch her in this position does. We’re a mirror image of each other, right down to the way we stare with devotion. Our hips roll with practised ease as I pump into her, and Lex meets me there, giving back everything I give to her.
Her lips part and her breaths stutter as I give everything I have to inject myself in her veins, running through her like a life force. She won’t walk, breathe or dream without knowing I’m right there, existing in the very same way for her.
Those shallow breaths turn to sighs and then sweet moans as I pick up my pace, holding my cock a little deeper for a little longer with every thrust. Before I realise what’s happening, need starts to overwhelm me. I don’t know who’s louder, me or Lex, as our cries fill her bedroom. She clenches around me, still keeping her eyes pinned on me when she screams my name.
Pinpricks dance over the back of my thighs, through my balls and along my spine as I drop my forehead to hers and surrender.
With her name on my lips, I empty into her pussy. I fasten my hips to hers, holding my dick in as far as it can go, and shoot every last drop inside her. Painting her, claiming her. Promising her a lifetime tethered to mine.
Chapter thirty-four
Either Mason has been messing with my phone again, or a pigeon has gotten brave and made a home on my balcony. What the fuck is that noise?
I pry one eye open and feel panic wash over me as I take in the unfamiliar amber glow of the room. My stomach flips as recognition seeps in. Lex.
It’s then that I register the soft, naked body pressed up against my side, one golden arm thrown over my stomach, with my hand latched onto her wrist, holding it there. White sheets pool around our waists, a mess of red hair blankets my other arm where it holds Lex to my side, her cheek pressed against my chest.
I’m waking up with Lex. Because last night, she said she’d be mine. I don’t know how many times I woke her up with my tongue or my cock, but one thing I know for sure is my need for Lex cannot be satiated.
My rock-hard dick tenting the sheets right now is a testament to that. I run my hand up and down Lex’s back, making her squirm and burrow her face against my chest.
“Morning, Siren,” I whisper.
She rolls back and squints at me before a smile takes over her face. Now that my senses have caught up, I can register the soundof the waves crashing and seagulls squawking. A gentle sound of what must be wind chimes tinkle just outside the window.
“Good morning.” Her voice is rough with sleep.
She places a kiss on my chest, and my heart thunders against my ribs in response. Her fingers start to trace my skin before she pauses, looking down in question.
“Is that my ring?”
Well, shit. This is embarrassing. “I promise I’m not a stalker,” I blurt out.
Lex stares at me, and I hold my breath as I wait for her response. I wasn’t expecting the snort, followed by her dropping her head on my chest and laughing hysterically.
“Do you want it back?” I ask quietly.
Her laughter slowly fades as she lifts her head. Looking down at the chain, she runs a finger along it. “You can keep it.” It feels like she’s talking about more than just the ring.
