Page 124 of Outlaw Heartstrings
God—I was. I was made for him. In this moment, there’s no doubt about it in my mind.
“Come for me, Alba. Come on my dick and say my name.” He gives my clit one final strum.
A current of pleasure blasts through me, making my body convulse like a live wire. I grab onto the sheets and my hips move wildly as I squeeze every drop out of my orgasm.
Primal sounds spill from Easton’s mouth as the walls of my pussy strangle his cock.
“Dammit, Alba. Dammit.”
I watch his body go taut, strain contorting his handsome face. He’s so powerful and gorgeous as his orgasm overwhelms his self-control. When he finally drops to the mattress beside me, he pulls me into his arms.
We lie here in the quiet room, hot and sticky. Pounding hearts. Flushed skin. The smell of sex in the air.
And I’m not a virgin anymore.
I’ve given Easton something I can never take back. Notthat I’d ever want to. There’s no one else in this world I would have wanted to share this experience with.
“How are you doing, Tiny Tiger?” he asks, still breathless as he brushes damp hair from my cheek.
I clear my throat. “Amazing. Calm. Happy.” I sigh. “Really, really happy. But a little bit sore.” I squeeze my legs together, acutely aware of how sticky and raw I feel there. But in a good way. In a great way.
A hint of worry flickers across his forehead. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Just hold me please.” I nuzzle against his strong chest and his arms tighten around me.
Easton pulls in a shaky breath. “Thank you for letting me share this with you, Alba.”
I look up at him and flinch, my insecurities peeking through. “Was it any good for you, though?”
“Was it any good?” He stares at me, seemingly in disbelief. “It was more than good. More than perfect.” He kisses my temple. “You’ve fucked me up, Tiny Tiger. There’s no coming back from this. There’s no coming back from you.”
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ALBA
This is a far cry from the Sunday mornings I’m used to. Usually, I’d be up to my elbows in cleaning products, scrubbing the fuck out of some stranger’s bathtub right now.
But this morning, I awaken wrapped in cloud-like linens with the feel of a warm, strong body molding itself around me. I roll over in Easton’s arms and he smiles in his sleep.
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty.” His eyes lazily blink open and he kisses the tip of my nose.
“Hi, Prince Charming…” I say, relaxed and cozy in his embrace.
“I like to consider myself more of a fearless knight, actually.” He tries to puff up his chest.
“After last night, I’d have to agree,” I say with a laugh. “A prince would never do the things you did to me last night.”
“A prince could never. And you were out like a light.” His lips trail over my temple.
I scrunch up my nose at him. “Well, you wore me the hell out, mister.” Then I go serious. “Last night was incredible, Easton.”
Already, his cock is stirring behind the thin fabric of his boxers.“You deserve incredible, Alba. Every day of the week.” When he cups my cheek, I lean into his touch, wanting more of it.
Back when this whole thing started, I swore that I’d remain level-headed and focused. But now, I admit it—I’m lost. I’m lost in love. And it’s all because of Easton Raines.
“How are you feeling?” He stares at me with genuine concern on his face.
I scan my body from head to toe, and all the sticky parts in between. I’m aching all over. But in the most euphoric way.
