Page 54 of Glass Hearts
And still, he kisses me like I’m made of glass.
My frustration spikes, raw and aching. I don’t want to be cherished. I want to bedevoured.
“Grayer,” I whisper, curling my fingers into his back, tugging him closer. “Stop holding back. I need to feel you. I want your darkness.”
He goes still, just for a second. A crack in his armor.
Then it shatters.
His mouth crashes onto mine, no more hesitation, just hunger. His hands slide down to my thighs, lifting me onto the counter with a roughness that makes me gasp. He presses into me, and this time, he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t restrain himself.
And gods, I don’t want him to.
He unties my robe, breaking the kiss as he takes in my sleep clothes.
“Duchess, I will buy you new ones, but these are getting in the way.” I don’t register the pocket knife until I feel the cool, blunt edge of the blade on my skin and the cut on my top. He eviscerates my shorts next, exposing every inch of my body. Except my scarred back, as the shirt and robe still hang open.
I sink my claws into him and bring him back in for a brutal kiss, conveying how much I need his touch, as he pushes closer to me between my legs.
“Arabella,” he sighs into my ear as he starts to kiss down my aching body. Anybody could walk in at this moment, seeing the prince lower to his knees. My heart quickens at the thought. He continues his slow kisses down my body.
“Grayer,” I moan.
He shoots me a devious grin and just when I think he is going to tease me like he had last time, he he dips down in a rush. The cold press of his tongue ring sends a jolt through me, sharp and electrifying, and then he starts to move. Circling, flicking and sucking. Until my breath is a broken mess of gasps.
I grab onto his thick, dark hair, grounding myself as pleasure hits in wave after wave. He groans against me; the vibrationpulsing straight through my core, and gods, it’s too much—not enough—all at once.
He doesn’t let up. Not when I tremble. Not when I beg. He keeps going, one hand anchoring my hips as I fall apart under him, hips twitching, thighs clenching around his head. My climax crests, sharp and blinding, stealing the air from my lungs.
And still, his mouth lingers, drawing out every last tremor, savoring me like I’m his favorite sin.
He rises from the ground as I pant through my orgasm. His kisses turn sweet, allowing me to float down from the clouds to meet him back in this moment. I allow my hands to roam down his chiseled chest. My hand drifts lower, to the sharp cut of his hips, taunting and perfect. I curl my fingers around his waistband, sliding down with purpose.
“Arabella,” he growls, “why must you torture me, darling?”
Instead of answering, I lean down, still on the counter, to slide down his pants. His large erection springs free, and I can’t help but lean back, taking it all in. He is larger than I expected, and the piercings give me pause.
“I know you can take it, love.” He smiles as he lines up his cock to my entrance. “Once I am in you though, I don’t think I can be sweet and tender. You make me want to lose all control.”
He inches in, and I look at him. “Don’t be gentle,” I say as he fully thrusts into me. I let out a large groan as I get used to his size, feeling each and every piercing. So foreign, yet so right.
“Are you okay, love?”
“More than okay.” I grab his hair and give him another brutal kiss. “Now fuck me like you mean it, my dark prince.” This snaps all his restraints as he sets a brutal pace, thrusting into me. It’s the edge of pain and desire. He kisses my neck before he bites in the same spot.
“Fuucckk, Duchess. This pussy is so tight and wet for me. So perfect. I need you to come again for me, Duchess,” Grayer moans.
He reaches down to circle my nub. My body builds up, ready for my peak.
Just as I am about to come, my eyes meet a set of blue eyes from the opposite door in the kitchen. Koi watches with hunger in his gaze, as his brother relentlessly devours my body. My orgasm crashes into me, my whole body curling in complete, utter pleasure.
When I re-open my eyes, Koi is already stomping towards us. Grayer remains fully inside me when Koi grabs my face and kisses me like he’d been starved for it—rough, consuming, and desperate.
“She is absolutely beautiful as she comes on my cock, right brother?”
Koi grunts in agreement as he stops the kiss. I am panting as Grayer removes himself from me, still hard as stone. He reaches for the empty batter bowl and runs his long finger on the side. He smears the chocolate mixture onto my breasts.
“I think Koi may want a taste, Duchess. You think you can handle the two of us?”
