Page 26 of Fractured Constellations
He keeps playing with my breasts, sucking my neck until I come down from my orgasm, panting and hardly able to stand on my own.
“Good fucking girl,” he whispers, planting a soft kiss on my cheek as he encourages me to straighten up so he can keep washing me.
“Aren’t you—” I stop, a blush stealing over my cheeks before the words can leave my mouth.
“Going to fuck you now?” he asks, grabbing the shower gel and adding more to his hands. “No. I think your poor abused pussy needs some recovery time, Princess.” He chuckles when my lips form into a pout.
Narrowing my eyes, I grab the bottle out of his hand before he can put it back.
“But your dick doesn’t need any more recovery time, does it, brother?” I ask in a salty tone, squirting some of the liquid in my hand, then placing the bottle back on the shelf and spinning to face him.
“Goldi—” he doesn’t get to finish as I wrap my hand around his hard length. “Fuck…”
My breath stutters at the same time his does. Watching his eyelashes flutter and his jaw clench is some kind of turn-on. I lick my lips as I dart my gaze down to my hand, which looks so fucking small wrapped around his massive dick. How the fuck I managed to get that inside me, I’ll never know, but I’m enraptured as I glide my hand up and down his shaft, his abs clenching with each move.
“Does that feel good, big brother?” I ask, and a deep growl rumbles from his chest, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“Naughty. Fucking. Goldilocks,” he pants, and I look back up at his face, his eyes hooded as he watches me pleasure him.
“Will you come all over me, Blade? Will you rub it into my skin like you just did with the shower gel?” I don’t know where the words are coming from, but I’m suddenly desperate for him to do just that. Mark my skin with his release.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his head dropping back on his shoulders as his dick gets even harder. My core pulses with heat, even as it stings from our activities earlier.
“Please, Blade, brother. I need you all over me. Marking me as yours,” I beg, almost ready to come again from watching this giant of a man come undone at my touch.
It appears he agrees, because with the deepest, manliest groan I’ve ever heard, his entire body tenses, his dick pulsing as it jerks and spasms in my hand. White cum, hotter than the water cascading down behind me, shoots out of his tip, landing on my skin, and I swear I have a mini orgasm at the feel of it.
“Shit, Princess,” he rasps, his large palm coming up and sliding over his cum as more spills from him, rubbing it into my skin. He massages it in, like he wants it to go deep into my epidermis, to become a part of me.
I moan and pant, but don’t stop pumping him until every last drop is wrung from him and covering my body. We’re both panting by the time my hand falls from him, our chests heaving as he uses his free hand to tip up my chin so that I’m staring into his mesmerizing, dark green eyes.
He doesn’t speak, doesn’t utter a word, just drops his lips over mine to steal my very soul. Blade’s kiss is savage destruction, bulldozing through any wall, any boundary I might have, and demanding it all. I can’t breathe, can’t think, and can only submit to him, knowing that he’ll catch me when I fall.
My skin tingles all over when his lips finally release me, my eyelids fluttering as my body sags. Strong arms wrap around me, Blade pulling me into his body, and I lay my ear against his chest, letting his steady heartbeat ground me.
“How can we go from what we were to this?” I ask, my voice little more than a breath, but his chest hitches in acknowledgement of my words.
“I will spend the rest of my life making amends for the way I treated you, Goldilocks,” he rumbles, and I pull back, just enough so I can look into those eyes again. The skin around them is tight, a haunted look in them telling me just how remorseful he is.
“The rest of your life?” My heartbeat thrashes inside my chest, his words layered with a meaning that feels life-altering.
His palm comes up, cupping my cheek and pulling my face up as he dips his head down until our foreheads are touching. My eyes close, and I let myself feel his warmth, his closeness.
“The rest of our lives, which will be long, Princess,” he whispers, and that fucking lump is back, choking me as I try toswallow past it. “For now, let me start by finishing taking care of you, and then we can feed you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, not knowing what else to say.
This is crazy. It’s far too soon for him to be making statements like that… and for me to accept them. Never mind the practicalities of our parents—who are fucking married—finding out about this new turn in our relationship. Then there’s the question of how much time I really have left.
With a shuddering breath, I let all of that go for now, his lips brushing against mine before he steps away, and I blink my eyes open to find him once again with soapy hands.
Blade washes me like I might break, taking exquisite care to dance his strong fingers across every inch of my skin until I’m tingling once more. He shuts the shower off once he’s finished, getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist before he encases me in a huge, fluffy pink towel.
Once he’s satisfied that I’m dry, he takes me back into my room, sitting me down in front of my dressing table and picking up my brush. My breath catches as he carefully brushes my damp hair, placing a kiss on the top of my head before he helps me up once more and takes me to the bed, where a man’s T-shirt waits, along with some soft socks.
“No underwear, shorts, or pj bottoms?” I ask, one brow raised.
“No.” His answer is short and to the point, and I giggle, earning a lip twitch that is almost a smile. I’ll take it.
