Page 64 of Broken Pieces
“Damian,” I moan, his sultry words making me even wetter and filling me with such a strong need I didn’t think was possible. And here I thought the man couldn’t be more perfect.
He starts licking and teasing, giving me enough friction to build me up, but not enough to take me over the painful edge. I move with the rhythm of his tongue, riding his face, wanting nothing more than to chase the sweet, muchneeded relief.
He stops and I let out a whimper, missing his mouth already. He brushes a finger along my center, coating it with my arousal before slipping it inside of me. As his finger slides in and out of me at a taunting speed, his thumb starts moving in soft circles around my swollen clit.
“Oh,fuck. I need more, please,” I plead throughanother moan.
“Tell me what you want, Darling,” he whispers as his lips hover over my inner thigh.
I mumble something inaudible, because I can’t seem to form coherent sentences as his hands roam all over me. His warm breath against my skin, causing goosebumps.
“I can’t hear you,” he taunts as he abruptly stops touching me. “If you want something, you’re going to have to tell me.”
I open my eyes as I lock my gaze with his, and the fucker has a playful smirk in his face.
Oh, this man is good.
I lick my lips and exhale breathlessly. I can’t believe he’s going to make me say it. “I want you to make me come, please,” I whisper shakily.
His eyes fill with eager hunger, placing both of my legs on top of his shoulders as he shifts between them. “You’re such a good girl,” he praises. “And your wish is my command, Darling.”
This time, he slips two fingers inside of me as his tongue hovers over my clit, sucking on it, creating enough pressure that shoots up my spine, rapidly building my orgasm. I squirm beneath him, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers and tongue in my pussy. His fingers slide in and out of me more rapidly, the sound of my arousal filling the room. In any other instance, I would feel ashamed, but the sound makes it so much more depraved, and dirty, it just simply makes me wetter. His tongue remains steadyon my clit, making deliberate circles. Giving me just the right amount of friction I desperately need. The orgasm sneaks up on me, my vision blurring as a million fireworks explode inside my body. I moan his name over and over again as I squirm beneath him, trying to get off of his hold, but his iron grip doesn’t allow me. Looking down at him, his eyes, the ones that are filled with such desire and lust lock with mine as he licks every ounce of my arousal, not letting one single drop escape. And he looks so primal, and dirty, just drinking every ounce of me, I feel like I could come all over again just by looking at him.
It takes me a moment to come down from the high, the satisfaction. He gets up and extends his arm to me, I grab it and get up from the couch, still feeling dizzy. He scrunches down with my shorts in his hands, then softly taps my left leg so I can lift it, then my right, putting my shorts back on.
He gets up and takes my discarded shirt and lifts my arms, putting it on. Once I’m dressed, he places his hand at the nape of my neck, closing the space with a soft kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and that makes my legs clench involuntarily.
Brushing a hair strand out of my face, he whispers, “Good night,” then turns around and starts to walk away, leaving me in a swirl of uncertainty and confusion.
Grabbing his forearm to stop him, I say, “Wait. Where are you going? What about you?”
I’m trying my best to mask my hurt. That’s it? Just a casual hookup—if you can even call it that—and he’s just going to walk away?
He shakes his head. “It’s fine.”
I take a step back. Okay, now I’m officially offended. “It’sfine? That’s all you have to say to me?”
Just as I thought we were making progress. Just as I thought he was finally letting his walls all the way down, he builds them right back up.
A humorless laugh escapes him. “Trust me, you don’t want to hear what I really have to say, Aria.”
“Try me,” I challenge.
He grazes his teeth with his tongue, weighing his words. The tension is building rapidly. Electricity flickering all over us;betweenus.
Oh, God. Maybe I’m not ready to hear what he has to say at all.
He stalks over me, closing the distance between us. “It’s no secret I want you.” He gulps, his eyes locking with mine. Oh, those beautiful haunting green eyes that are filled with so much uncertainty; with an unspoken emotion. My heart tightens, and I turn breathless with the intensity of his gaze.
“But I don’t just want half of you,” he says with a hint of hurt in his voice. “I want your good days; your bad days, and every day in between. I wantall of you. I can’t bring myself to meet you halfway.”
His confession shocks me, leaving me speechless. I’m frozen, standing still as my mind runs a million miles per second. I’ve never beenwanted, not like this. All of my relationships have been mediocre at best. Along the way, I convinced myself that’s all I deserved. I didn't accept more, because, how could I? Not even my parents can love me properly, and they’re supposed to, for God’s sake. What makes me think I deserve anything more?
He closes the little distance left between us, hovering his lips over mine, ever so closely.
With a strained, pained whisper, he says, “If we do this, I’m determined to be your last. You and I, Aria, we’re endgame. Are you ready for that?”
All I want to do is scream—Yes! That’s all I want! All of you!
