I want her. With my entire being. Every cell in my body is alive with need that grows exponentially when she relents, letting out another sweet moan as she opens up and lets me in.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I don’t just want her, I need her, because in the midst of our kiss, the memory of last night barrels back through my mind. She was in danger and all that mattered in that moment was keeping her safe. I’d have given my life for her. Instead, I’m left with a gaping wound where my brother used to be, and God help me, I’m going to take what she’s offering because I doubt I’ll be able to survive otherwise.
“Celeste,” I pant when we part, breathless, our foreheads pressed together. She rests a hand on my chest and slides it down to my belly. My abs tense from the warm tickle and somehow through the haze of the painkiller my cock rouses. I try to sit, but she pushes me back down and shakes her head.
“We both need this,” she whispers. “Let me make love to you.” She sits up and straddles my hips, resting her plump ass against my hard dick. This has to be a fucking hallucination, but it feels too real. It’s all too real, the good and the bad.
She leans down and kisses me again, more slowly than before, and I raise my good hand to cup the back of her head. I want nothing more than to flip us over, strip her bare, and bury myself inside her, but the second I make another move the pain flares through the numbness and I gasp. I clench my eyes shut, breathing hard until it fades.
When I open my eyes again, it’s to the sight of her peeling the baggy shirt off over her head, baring her beautiful tits. She’s not small, but whatever constricting bras she wears have always managed to disguise how truly magnificent they are. I’ve never gotten more than a small peek of cleavage, though her curves are impossible to miss. Now I feast my eyes on the full, heavy weight of them and my hand has a mind of its own as it cups one breast and thumbs her dark nipple.
Her hips press down and her head rolls back as she sighs with pleasure. My mouth waters, but I know better than to test my pain threshold enough to sit up and suck on her nipple. I swallow before reaching for words.
“Let me taste you.” I squeeze her breast gently in my hand, tugging toward me. She opens fevered eyes and nods, leaning over and bracing her hands beside my head so both luscious orbs hover right where I want them. She lifts both hands to grasp the headboard and lowers herself to the perfect height, her nipple brushing my lips. I dart my tongue out first, elated by the tiny gasp she emits when I tease a wet circle around her hard tip. Then I capture it between my lips and suck hard. I buck my hips up against her at the same time, in a desperate search for sensation to obliterate the constant surge of images from last night.
Celeste lets out a moan, remaining poised over me as I switch to her other breast, nipping with my teeth before sucking again. She rocks against my hips, a steady motion that I meet, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I grip her waist with my good hand, slide it down beneath the elastic waistband of her shorts, and groan when I find nothing but bare skin beneath. Her ass is full and warm and smooth in my palm, and I squeeze, pulling her down as I rise up and grind against her core.
“Take these off,” I growl, yanking the waistband over her ass. She sits up again, then rolls off me and onto her back, shoving out of the shorts and kicking them aside. I turn onto my side as far as I dare to avoid irritating my shoulder, but she pushes me back again and climbs astride, naked now. I’m pushing my shorts down when she takes over, scooting back and tearing them off my legs and over my feet.
She pauses at my feet, sliding her gaze up my body. When her eyes reach my stiff cock, she licks her lips. I can’t help but raise my hips and flex, making my erection sway. I grip myself and stroke, and she lifts her gaze to meet mine, her gorgeous eyes terrifyingly like her father’s but so different. Gentle, afraid, and determined.
“This is all yours, ángel,” I tell her. “Come and take it.”
Her movements become languid, almost hypnotic as she moves back up my body, but I don’t think it’s on purpose. It’s as if she’s driven by instinct, her eyes ablaze with desire as she straddles my hips again. I move my hand away when she reaches for my dick, and her attention fixes on the hard length in fascination when she grips me. She gives me a light stroke, cradling my cock as if it’s made of glass.
“Please, God. You won’t break me.”
She tightens her fist, watching my face as she strokes me again, hard this time, and I groan.
“Like this?” she breathes, then raises her hips and presses the ridge of my cock between her thighs, sliding along my length with the most mind-blowing friction.
“Yes. Fucking hell, yes.” I grip her hip and squeeze, my gaze locked to the cleft between her thighs and where it parts to reveal her pink, glistening flesh pressed tight to my dick. She slides along my length, wet heat coating my skin, then pauses when my swollen tip
