Page 132 of Broken Souls
I cry out as my thighs squeeze around his head. My back arches. My fingers scrape his skull as I fist his hair and ride him hard. He reaches up to my breasts, pinching my nipples through my dress. I pant heavily as he rolls me over so I’m on my back. As my hips lift off the ground, I squeeze my eyes shut, and my orgasm rips through me.
I scream.
He groans.
But he doesn’t stop licking my pussy.
I get a flash of an image in my head – of me as I am now, panting and covered in sweat as he lies between my legs. My eyes widen as I can feel his cock throbbing hard in his pants, pressed to the floor almost painfully. He rocks his hips, and I can feel it. The intense pleasure. The need for release.
My eyes close as my mouth opens, and another orgasm rips through me. Banding an arm across my hips, he holds me down as he continues to kiss me. His tongue strokes me a few more times before his lips lock over my clit, and he starts to hum. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I try to shove him off me, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t give any mercy until I’m a mess of emotions that leave me shaking and crying.
“Micha?” he murmurs as he crawls up my body. I throw my left forearm across my face and cry harder.
“Shhh.” He lies on his side next to me and pulls me into his arms. He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’m sorry, little monster. I’m so sorry.”
But I don’t feel bad at all. I feel too good, and I try to explain that, but all that comes out are raspy sobs that leave me shaking against him.
I cling to him, rubbing my face into his shirt, making it wet and messy. I try to pull my head back and apologize, but he places a hand on the back of my neck and holds me still.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. I’m so sorry, Micha. I thought… I thought this would help us heal together. I’m sorry, monster. I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head against him, trying to explain that the bond has strengthened for some reason, that I can feel not just his emotions from time to time, but I can feelhim. I can see a bit of what he’s thinking, what his body is feeling. He’s holding me in his arms, and I can feel me trembling against him.
Grabbing hold of his shirt, I rip it open. Buttons pop free in every direction, and as they’re sailing through the air, I lean down and bite his naked chest. He hisses in a breath as I draw blood. Sucking it into my mouth, I lift my arm up to his lips. He hesitates for a second, but then he’s biting down on my wrist.
I dig my teeth in harder as the bond between us snaps tight. A delicious warmth floods through me. I sag against him, breathing heavily.
“Micha...I need...to be in you,” he groans as he rolls me onto my back. His hands go between us, fighting with his belt. I try to help him, desperate to have him inside me, to fill me completely. My lips find his, or maybe his find mine. All I know is that we’re kissing like our lives depend on it. His hands cup my breasts as I finally manage to undo his belt. Ripping at his pants, I pull his cock free.
He groans as he wraps my fingers around him. Then he’s pulling me off him and placing my hand above my head. “Fuck, Micha. I’m not going to last, and I want to be inside you.”
I whimper as he rubs the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. He slides his head between my lips, back and forth a bit before he finally pushes in. Panting and rasping, I arch my back as he fills me.
“Fuck!” he groans as he collapses on top of me, and I can feel the pulse of his cock as it empties his seed inside of me already. “Gods. Shit. Fuck. Micha. You feel so fucking good.”
He squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipples in between his fingers.
I whimper against him, needing him to move, to hit the back of my womb like he always does. To make us feel like we used to.
“Fuck,” he hisses. But then he starts to move. I cry out as I wrap my legs around him. He buries himself deep, then withdraws, then pushes his cock all the way in. I lift my hips, meeting his pace. Fast hard thrusts. A primal need that neither of us can contain. Our bond intensifies, our arousal mixing into one.
“Fuck, Varius…”
“I love you, Micha.”
I cry out as my orgasm breaks me. Tears burn my eyes as I can feel the intensity of his love for me. He actually meant it, every word he’s said to me this last week. The pain and grief and fear that he’s lost me. The determination to win me back. The terrifying love he can’t control. He loves me. And he is trying.
He’s trying so fucking hard to fix what he’s broken.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I close my eyes and cry.
He rubs my clit with a finger as he continues to fuck me hard and fast, chasing his own release. His hips are bruising the insides of my legs, but I don’t care. I just need him close to me.
Groaning, he shoves in deep one last time, then arches back as he grabs my hips. I open my eyes to stare at him as he comes. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
My lips falling open, I lift a hand to his face. He presses his cheek into my palm, his eyes closed, and shudders. Then he collapses on top of me, his chest going as hard as mine.
“I love you, Micha,” he murmurs as he kisses me on the forehead.
