Page 80 of Ablaze

Dean’s hand slides down my body, lingering around my breast before he brings his mouth down to suck on my nipple. His entire body glistens as he continues to drive into me, the end of his erection making me feel both elated and insane.

My body tingles from head to toe and a new pool of want collects at my entrance. I’m so close. So, so close.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” His chest rumbles with his groan. “You look so good sucking my cock into your sweet pussy. Such a good girl for me.”

My core contracts in response to his filthy praise and my fingernails dig into his shoulders, telling him without words what he does to me. There’s no doubt his dirty words will be on replay inside my mind for the rest of my life. No doubt I won’t be able to get off without the memory of them.

His hand drifts down to rub circles around my clit while he plunges in and out. His piercing drives home each time as he seats himself fully inside me before pulling back out and doing it again, and I’m less than ten seconds from the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.

Sweat beads over his brow and his chest heaves with each breath. “Ah, fuck. I can’t hold on much longer, baby. I need you to come.”

Dean pulls my knee up with a hand around the bottom of my thigh, changing our angle and driving in deeper, harder. I only have a chance to see his eyes darken to an abysmal black when my own clench shut and stars explode behind my lids.

I come with a violent start, as if I didn’t know I was even holding on. It’s both a surprise and a revelation when my teeth chatter and ribbons of electricity zing through my body. My outcry resounds inside the room, overpowering the slick sounds of our bodies connecting.

My pussy pulses around him, spurring on his climax, and Dean bucks. His body tightens from head to toe before the flood of his release bathes my insides. The feeling is so hot, so carnal, I find myself climaxing once more.

We’re both an entanglement of limbs and gasps, our chests bumping as we try to gain control of our breaths. Dean collapses on me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, cocooning him like if I try hard enough, we’ll be merged forever.

He’s so heavy, so solid, and I relish the weight of him pressing down on me. My safe haven. The man I’m so in love with, I don’t even recall the exact moment I fell.

He kisses my neck, lifting his head to study me before dragging a strand of my wet hair off my cheek. I’m still feverish, wet and warm all over, as my heart continues to thunder inside my chest.

“Want to know another secret?” His voice is so low, so hushed, if he wasn’t right next to my ear, I might not have heard it. “I’ve never taken a woman bare.”

My eyes volley between his. “Seriously?”

I would have thought with his piercing . . . And the fact that he was with Jessie for so long . . .

He gives me a lopsided grin before he presses another kiss on my nose. “You’re my one and only.”

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My body feels raw, like every layer has been stripped away by sandpaper. If I was to see myself in the mirror, I know an unrecognizable reflection would stare back. A reflection exposed all the way to my soul rather than the outer parts.

The truth between us is deafening–this is it; this one night–yet we’ve masked it with hours of sex. Hours of him railing me with punishing thrusts and strokes. Hours where we’ve explored each other’s bodies from top to bottom,

He’s taken me twice from behind, once on my side, and God knows how many times hovering over me with that same look in his eyes–like I’m the only thing that keeps him together and loosens him to shreds.

He’s a perfect parity of rough and tender, brawn and beauty. He’s so far inside my bones, I’ll feel him until my last breath.

I’m spent, depleted in a way I’ve never been, but replenished like I’ve been transformed and awakened from within.

The little light that was filtering in from the curtains has long since disappeared, and even though we’re lying here, face to face, in a veil of darkness, I can see every emotion flitter over him. Just like I’m sure he can see them flitter over me.

Our eyes are fastened and the intimacy of this moment outweighs anything the darkness could ever hide.

We’re both heaving from the last round, desperately trying to get a hold of our heartbeats–in more ways than one . . . at least, on my part. His fingers are buried inside my hair, his heated breath wafting over my skin like a blanket.

The emotion between us is so immense, it’s like its own entity. A bystander with front-row seats. The lump inside my throat feels like it could break the barrier as my hands curve around his neck and my thumbs trail up his scruffed jaw.

Dean’s index finger trails a line down to my chest and gently over my long scar. He caresses it with such affection, I’m tempted to close my eyes to heft some of the weight off the moment.

His mouth turns downward before he looks at me. “I hate that you hide yourself; that you hide this.”

“I don’t hide it from you.”

“I hate that you think you have to hide it from anyone.” His eyes come back to connect with mine. “I wish you could see yourself from my eyes. Head to toe, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

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