“Yes,” I whimper, curling my arms around his neck. I hold on to him impossibly tight, rolling my hips as he slides his fingers out of me, and the fabric that was over my center is ripped off at the side.
The deep pressure of his pulsing cock replaces his hand when he drives me upwards by the ass and slides his hard length from clit to opening. I'm hovering over him, though he has full control.
I drop my forehead to his, my waves encasing us among our own shell of survival once again. His blue eyes are so bright among the red, the lines of his sharp cheekbones so fucking beautiful, it has me edging myself downwards.
And he lets me.
My soaking heat wraps around the tip of him, and I can feel the punches of his heart beating faster against my chest. I inch myself a little farther, allowing myself the time to adjust to what is so specially Harlen. Shivers erupt over my limbs, tingling through my scalp as my teeth chatter from relieved passion.
This is what it was always meant to feel like. This is what I remember, not the blades of being cut open,no, the fullness you feel among the safety of yourhome.
“Harlen, you feel–” I pause, my words dancing across his lips as I swallow, ruthless emotion choking my vocal cords.
He doesn’t force me down, instead he moves with me.
Holding me as I feel everything.
His breaths are heavy, though controlled, when he asks, “How do I feel, Cherry?”
With his words, I sink myself down completely, my heated walls consuming every inch of him.
He groans deep in his chest and another desperate whimper slips past my lips.
“Like home.” There’s no movement, just me, full of him, and fuck, does it feel right. “Have me, Harlen.”
His lips smash against mine, and I open, completely, for him. Our tongues find their own dance, though our teeth clash with urgency, and when he pulls out almost fully, I bite his bottom lip before grazing my teeth over his jaw.
I stop when he doesn’t push back in, my eyes cutting to his in an instant.
He licks his lips, the playfulness that is usually in his gleaming blue eyes gone, and only seriousness taking its place. “Only if I can keep you,” he says, and it’s not a question, it’s a statement.
My lips tremble when I whisper, “That was always our end game.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and with one hard slam of his hips, he’s buried back inside me.
My head flies backwards, shattering the mirror at my skull into shards that flutter around us as a moan cuts through my throat, harmonizing with the clattered glass. “Oh god, Harlen, you feel so good.”
His hand finds a place behind my head, protecting me from the broken glass as he drives into me over and over again. I clench around him, and he groans deeper. “Fuck yes, hold on to me, baby. Don’t let go.”
So, I tighten around him even more, my walls clinging onto him like a vise. The smell of copper sails beneath my nose, and I know it’s his hand. It’s being torn to pieces, and when I find myself trying to look at it, he grabs my jaw and pulls me back to him. “Don’t you dare, keep those eyes on me.”
“But Harl–”
He instantly cuts me off, “Understood?”
I nod and whimper when he pulls out, spins around, and guides me to the floor. My eyes catch on the mirror and the rolling crimson that paints our shattered reflection in rivulets.
I can’t help but feel my pussy pulsing from the way he just cut himself up to protect me. It’s fucking hot as hell.
Harlen’s weight falls over me and he settles himself back between my legs. He grabs my left leg, wrapping it around his waist.
“Fuck, I missed you.” Harlen’s words are raspy as he drives himself into me, and my spine arches off the mat beneath me. He rides my pussy into a twitching, spasming storm, one that only he knows how to ignite.
The heat in my core is so intense, my legs vibrating through each rumble of thunder, and when the brush of his pelvis drifts over my pulsing clit again, and he continues to hit that spot deep inside of me that has my spine tingling with goosebumps, I begin to shake,violently.
Harlen grabs my chin and guides it until our noses are touching. “I’m ready for you, Cherry. All of you. The good, the fucking bad and all the in-between.” He says the exact same words he said to me when I gave myself to him the first time, and I shiver deeply, swallowing hard.
“Let me keep you,” he finishes, whispering softly over my lips, and I fall over the steep crest of his peace, whimpering as my walls hold on to him like my life depends on it.
