I slam my lips against hers, and she whimpers when my tongue darts out, meeting hers so that she can taste just how fucking incredible she is.
“I’m so close,” she grits when I bury my face in her neck and press my palm against her clit. Gripping her hip with my free hand, I encourage her to rock her hips as I continue to finger fuck her. The way she’s gasping in my ear makes me want toimpale her on my cock just to see how loud we can get those sounds, but I refrain. I know she’s not ready just yet.
I look her in the eyes and whisper, “Shatter for me, Collins.”
And she does.
So. Fucking. Beautifully.
The use of her real name on my lips just rolled out without thought, but nothing about it feels wrong. I love using my nicknmames for her, but right now, here, in this very moment, I can only seeher.Notbaby,Stardust, or even Snow. Collins Adaire. Radiant and beautifully broken, yet utterly present with me as she falls apart.
I’ve always loved watching the way her body moves from the moment she came back into my life, and now is no exception. She’s a fucking vision to behold when her body succumbs to its pleasure.
When the waves settle, I wait patiently for the tremors that rack her body to ebb before slowly removing my fingers. She whimpers at the loss, but one last languid stroke against her clit has her bucking, but this time to get away from my touch.
“Too sensitive,” she whimpers, sounding adorably delirious.
I reach up and free the fabric that binds her wrists, and she gives them a quick rotation before looping them around my neck.
I love provoking reactions from Collins, so I lift the hand that had brought about her bliss between us and pop each digit into my mouth, thoroughly savoring the remnants of her release. Her pupils blow wide, and I know she’d absolutely let me take more from her if I wanted. But right now, I know it’d be a decision made while drunk on lust and orgasms.
I can wait for her.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips. Before I can tell her to stop thanking me for doing my job, she kisses me just oncebefore explaining. “You’ve revived a piece of me that I was afraid I would never get back. Not wholly, at least.”
I nip her lip. “I’ll gladly devour you every goddamned day for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes, Stardust.”
She laughs into my neck before shoving me away. “Of course you would,” she says, playfully rolling her eyes.
I help her to get dressed again before grabbing her hand to drag her from the silks studio and out of the guest house.
“Come with me?”
She glances at where I’ve got a grip on her and giggles, raising a brow at me. “Do I have a choice?”
“Nope.”
When we make it to the studio on the second floor, I lead her into the tech booth. She takes a seat on the lounge in the corner, her eyes alight with curiosity.
“Want to be the first person to hear the first song in the new album?”
Her eyes widen as she sits up suddenly, her excitement palpable. “What?”
I laugh, running a hand through my hair. “It’s just some vocals, piano, and guitar, but I want to get your thoughts on it before I hand it off to Ri—when he’s ready, of course—and let him work his magic.”
She smiles at that and it damn near brings me to my knees all over again.
I press play before walking into the booth and donning my headphones. I shift around the mic until I have a clear view of her. The beginning melody floods the space around us, the tonality slow and sensual. Collins’ breaths kick up in sync with the rhythm, and if levitating was a thing, she’d be doing it right now.
I give her a wink and take a breath.
I never look away from her as I tell her an epic love story with every word I sing.
Chapter 22
Collins
“WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT YOU?”
