Our noses brushed. “We’re perfect,” he whispered.
I nodded and then he kissed me. This was the closest I’d been to another, and at this moment, Stone could break any valuable thing left in me.
My back hit the wall once more, every thrust making the lighthouse go quiet, daring the storm to speak, punishing time for passing.
We held our breaths. We forgot to breathe.
Until his cock slipped out.
For a second, he was gone.
For a second, I was empty, panting, mourning the loss of him.
For a second, he was panicked, gasping, a blue vein thumping in his neck.
He grabbed the base of his bloodied shaft and jammed the swollen head into my slit, trying to find the opening again. Cold sweat dripped down the sides of his face and off the tip of his nose, resting on his cupid’s bow. He darted out a tongue to collect it as he dragged his cock through my warm pink center.
A delicious moan sailed between his lips from the feel of it.
So innocent, honest, and guilt-free.
My chest heaved with anticipation.
A warm buzz dashed across my insides.
I wanted this. Terribly. I wanted to be destroyed by him.
The desperation, difficulty, and deprivation made my heart ache.
His long fingers wrapped around my hips, and he drove inside me. My head fell back against the wall, my toes curled, then sprang loose. He inched out, his lips dragging up my throat when he thrust inside me again.
My heart buckled, and I squeezed my hands into fists at my sides to fight the strange emotion. I squeezed until my palms bled.
“Don’t,” Stone murmured against my neck, sliding his hands down the length of my arms and splaying my fingers open. Then he placed both on his shoulders. “Use me,” he insisted, and when my nails bit into his flesh, his jaw clenched, and he pounded inside me that time.
It turned into a desperate beating, the base of my spine banging into the wall. A beautiful, nasty bruise would come in the morning should I survive him, but I forgot to care. At this moment, he was my entire world.
The ugly that possessed us floated away, and all that was left were two deprived souls who ached for closeness, who, within each other, found comfort. I felt every inch of his sawtooth scar, and, in a way, I gripped, caressed, and hugged him back.
Stone let go of my hips, fell forward, and slapped his hand on the wall next to my head. Then he lowered onto his elbows, lean muscles knitted around his bones. With his lips a hair’s breadth away, he crushed our hips together, nailing his cock inside me, grinding into me in a way that dared this night to end.
The feeling of us caused a moan to tumble out of him.
Goosebumps coated his skin, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“You undo me,” he confessed, capturing my gaze with hooded eyes.
Our mouths were open, our lips were sliding, and his breath was chilling, like drinking from the bottom of the ocean.
I pushed back his sweaty hair and cupped his jaw in my hand.
“I am your first,” I said to him knowingly.
He nudged my lips with his. “You are my only,” he corrected.
I grabbed the back of his head, taking a fistful of his thick hair until he pushed his tongue into my mouth. A long, body-seizing drag. He became a madman, fucking and kissing me with the same ache thrashing beneath our skin, our hearts slamming so hard we heard it in our ears.
When I kissed him deeper, his hand flew to the back of my head, keeping us here. His other hand held tightly to my side, grasping on to me with a fearsome power as if I were to soon sail away.Never leave me again, I imagined him thinking as his fingers threatened to puncture through my flesh, snap the bones of my ribcage, and leave black petals of himself beside my heart—just in case I did.
