Page 125 of Broken By Silence
“Lottie,” I whisper, the name a prayer. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Maybe not,” she teases softly, and I can feel her smile against my lips. “But you’ve got me anyway.”
And when I kiss her, it’s not like any kiss we’ve ever shared. It’s slow. A grounding, sealing kiss that tastes like forgiveness and the faintest trace of forever.
Her hands drift down my chest, and my heart stumbles against my ribs, trying to get closer to hers. Every scar, every mistake, every moment that’s led us here—it all fades until there’s only this. Only the weight of her in my lap. The warmth of her mouth.
Lottie.
We break the kiss, her breathing as unsteady as mine. Her eyes are dark, the gold flecks glowing.
I stand, lifting her easily into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck,still kissing melike she can rewrite every memory we both wish we could erase. I carry her the few steps to the bed and lay her down on the soft white duvet, her hair fanning out like a dark crown.
I hover over her, bracing my weight on my arms, just looking. Taking her in.My wife.I can’t stop reciting it in my head.
Her hand comes up, her fingers gently tracing my lips. “Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi,” I breathe back.
Her smile is everything.
My mouth finds hers again,and a low hum of pleasure vibrates in her throat. The sound goes straight to my cock, which is already straining unbearably against my pants. I rock my hips against hers, a slow grind that makes her gasp into my mouth.
“Roman,”she sighs, and the way she says my name, all breathy and full of want. It unravels me.
I hook my fingers under the hem of her T-shirt. “Off,” I murmur against her lips.
She arches her back, helping me pull it over her head. I toss it to the floor, and my breath catches. She’s wearing a simple cream lace bra, and her skin is flushed a beautiful pink beneath it.
God, she’s perfect.
I lower my head and press an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast, just above the lace. Her back arches off the bed.
My fingers find the clasp at her back. It gives way with a quietsnick, and I peel the delicate fabric away. And then she’s bare to me. Her breasts are full, her nipples tight and begging for my mouth. I don’t make her wait.
I take one taut peak into my mouth, sucking gently, and her fingers plunge into my hair, holding me to her. I circle my tongue, flicking and teasing until her hips are shifting restlessly beneath me. I move to the other, giving it the same devoted attention, and her quiet whimpers are the only music I ever want to hear.
I kiss a trail down her stomach, my hands skimming over her bare skin. She’s completely naked beneath me, and I sit back on my heels, just drinking her in. The smooth plane of her stomach, the tempting thatch of dark curls in the middle of her thighs. She watches me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a faint blush spreading across her skin.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice.
“I’m worshipping my wife,” I correct her, my voice rough with need. “There’s a difference.” I lower myself between her legs, spreading her thighs wider with my hands. I press a soft kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher, on the sensitive skin of her thigh. She trembles.
“And I don’t think I’ve grovelled enough quite yet. Do you want me to worship you, wife?”
“Please,” she begs.
I don’t make her beg twice. I lower my mouth and taste her.
Her back bows off the bed with a sharp cry as my tongue finds her clit. I circle it slowly, savoring the way she jumps andquivers against my mouth.So sensitive.I slide two fingers inside her, and she’s so wet, her hips lifting to meet my thrusting fingers.
I build a rhythm with my hand and my tongue, relentless, focused entirely on her. I want to know her body better than my own, the exact pressure she likes, the spot just inside that makes her see stars.
I curl my fingers, pressing against that sweet, rough spot, and her whole body tenses. “I’m… I’m going to…” she gasps, her hands fisting the sheets.
I don’t let up. I suck gently on her clit, my fingers pumping, and I feel her come apart. Her thighs clamp against my head as she lets out a long, broken moan. I ride it out with her, gentling my touch until she’s lying boneless and spent beneath me.
I kiss my way back up her body, tasting her on my lips. Her eyes are glazed, a sated smile playing on her mouth.
