Her nails dug into me. “I’ll tell you anything. Anything.”
For months, I’d watched her bleed for another man and I wanted it back. I wanted all of her back. I was greedy for it
“Why didn’t you tell me what was in your letters?”
At her silence, I slapped her pussy.
She arched on a cry. Her nails curled into my neck and her lips searched for mine—like she wanted me to do it again.
“I was scared,” she breathed, raspy voice ragged.
“Did you think I would leave you?” I growled against her hot mouth.
“No. I didn’t know how. I was afraid you would look at me differently.” She groaned the words into my mouth and I slid deeper inside her. I swear the honesty was getting me off.
She gasped, squeezing around the head of my cock.
Fuck.
She liked it.
Of course she did.
“More,” she begged. I held her as she writhed on top of me, sweat breaking out on both of us.
“Give me another fucking secret.”
“I don’t…” she broke off, eyes fluttering shut, and her ass clenched.
Crazed, I tore her dress to her thigh, exposing her cunt. Gossamer and feathers fluttered on either side of us, and my little queen was naked for me—though bits of her dress still stuck to her thighs. And fuck, if that didn’t do something to me. Now as I fucked her, as I pounded her ass, I saw her dress torn to shreds and I saw her cunt shiver and quake for me.
Fuck. I missed her gingerbread skin and the way it glowed for me when she was drunk on sex.
“I’m going to rip apart your fucking soul.” My voice was shredded like my willpower, I could barely hold it together. “Make you beg me to put it back together.”
“Please,” she moaned.
“You know what I want,” I growled.
I’d nearly bottomed out. I think I was begging at this point too.
For her soul.
Or maybe so I could just fucking fuck her already.
“I don’t know what else there is to say—”
Another slap.
Followed by her intoxicating moan, her ass squeezing my cock.
She sighed hot into my mouth. “Grayson.”
She was fucking perfect, fucking made for me. Only she looked at my darkness and fucking begged for more. We could be separated by space, by time, and I’d still feel her. We were carved from the same broken star.
“Tell me all your words. I told you your secrets were mine.” I slid my finger inside her cunt.
“Oh God.” She arched into it, into the feeling of being filled. “Oh, Grayson. Oh…” she trailed off, stony eyes hazy.