Page 81 of Break My Heart

I want more. I want all of him. Desperately tugging at the back of his jeans, I pant, “Take them off.”

Lifting his body away, he shucks his pants and boxers. His eyes never leave my body as I kick off my sneakers and shimmy down my jeans in a slow, deliberate motion.

Once I’m in nothing but my panties, he rolls back toward me, letting his eyes drift over my nudity. His expression holds love and awe.

Not to mention raw desire.

Leo moves down my body, pressing soft, lingering kisses against my hip, before taking a nip of my inner thigh, until I’m lost, my fingers tangling in his hair, whispering his name in a voice I barely recognize.

As he eases himself down, he rips my panties away before settling himself between my thighs. His shoulders hold them open, head lowering.

My blood thunders in my veins when his lips drag hungrily up my thigh, teasing and tasting until he arrives exactly where I want him to be.

He’s unrelenting—reacting to every sound I make. His tongue slides through my folds in a sensual caress. He finds my clit, circles it with his tongue, before sucking it deep into his mouth and destroying my mind. This isn’t a man relearning me. It’s one who never forgot.

His hands slide beneath my rear to lift me closer, giving himself the leverage to feast on me until my thighs tremble. My hands are buried in his hair, my back arching off the bed as I fall apart for him. “Leo!”

Lying in the wake of pleasure, I glance at Leo through half-lowered lashes. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he crawls back up my body, pausing to place a gentle kiss over my heart. His thick cock brushes against my thigh. I reach for it, wrapping my fingers around the girth, causing him to exhale roughly against my neck.

“Feels too good,” he moans. “Won’t last long. Are you…”

I manage to rasp, “Still on the shot and there’s been no one since you.”

His eyes glint with a sharp brilliance in the shadows when he vows, “There’s been no one since you either, Chris.”

“Then, take me.”

The broad head of his cock brushes against my entrance. My inner muscles clench, anticipating what it’s going to feel like to have him deep inside me again. He laces his fingers with mine, pulling my arms up to rest beside my head. “Just so you know, I missed this, but not a fraction as much as I missed you.”

That’s when he claims me in one thrust. Already anticipating him, my pussy immediately quivers at his invasion.

We both still for a moment once he’s fully seated. His forehead drops to mine with a groan. “I was afraid I’d never feel this again.”

“You’ll feel more if you move,” I pant out breathlessly.

He chuckles before thrusting his hips over and over. Every time his hips arch into mine, I rise to meet them. I don’t just need to be closer, I want to forget where he starts and I stop.

Our lovemaking is a collision, raw, yet somehow achingly beautiful. It’s born from us breaking before finding our way back to each other again.

Leo thrusts with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if he doesn’t want to forget the feel of me along every inch of him. Like he wants to burn this night into his soul.

My hands run up his back, over his shoulders, relearning the shape of him. When he arches under my touch, the angle drives him deeper, causing me to moan in pleasure. My hips jerk, the sensation completely unravels me.

He slips his hand beneath my hip and slams into me. “That’s right. Take me deeper…”

I gasp against his jaw when his powerful thrusts hit a spot that causes me to clamp down on him. I writhe beneath him, “Don’t stop. I’m close.”

He increases his pace, knowing exactly what I need to fall over the edge. Every touch, every sensation, causes my body to hum with pleasure.

When I come, the intensity drives the breath from my lungs. My inner muscles caress every inch of his cock. “Leo!”

He’d been watching my face until then. He lets out a muttered curse before drawing back and plunging forward. My nails bite into his back as he quickly follows me over the ledge—burying his face in my neck. His whole body goes taut before relaxing.

We stay locked together for a long moment before Leo pulls out and rolls to the side. I roll with him, tucking myself against his chest. His arms wrap around me, like they’re never going to let me go.

And in the quiet of the moment, I slowly drift off.

I’m pulled from sleep, uncertain about how much time has passed.