Page 128 of Sweet Heart

She whispers it so softly that it is barely audible, but I hear it. And more than that, I feel the weight of it, even if I don’t understand its meaning.

“Katherina,” I beg, the sound vibrating between the two of us.

She lets out a low, possessive growl and nips at my bottom lip. My back arches into her touch, making her increase her hold on me, and then her hands and mouth are everywhere. She kisses me right below my ear, making my eyes roll back as her hands glide down my sides. Her fingers move over me, light as feathers, and every inch of my skin feels like it is on fire.

“Mía,” she hums, and I instantly feel the heat pool low.

“Yours,” I breathe back, making her smirk against my skin.

She removes my top and trails her mouth down my neck with warm, soft kisses, each one an offer instead of a claim, until I press my fingers into her shoulders.

“More,” I pant close to her ear, and I feel her shiver.

She hasn’t even touched me yet, but I am already out of breath. My body is responding in anticipation of what is yet to come, and the ache is almost unbearable now. I’ve never considered myself insatiable or impatient, but right now, I need to feel her inside of me. I need all of her.

Cat’s eyes glint hungrily at me, and she obeys without a single objection. I can feel it in the energy that is suspended between us. She wants this just as much as I do. Maybe even more.

She nips my side, and when my hips buck up, she removes my pants in a motion so smooth that I gasp for air. I let out a chuckle as she discards them somewhere on the floor, already forgotten before they hit the ground, but it dies on my lips when she pulls my leg over her shoulder.

“Baby,” I gasp, but she shushes me.

Her face is so close to my core that she must be able to smell me, to smell what she is doing to me. My panties are drenched, and I am surprised that my need for her is not dripping down my thighs yet. I whimper and bring my fingers down to take them off, but she stops me with a single shake of her head. I freeze as she bends over, pushes her mouth against me, and takes the lacy fabric between her teeth. She slowly pulls it to one side before releasing it and dragging her tongue along the length of me in one unexpected lick.

Cat’s eyes dart up to mine when I let out a loud moan. As soon as we look at each other, a playful glint appears in them, and she bends her head back down. I’ve not seen this side of her yet, this hungry, almost feral need, but I find that I like it, too. Very, very much.

There is no teasing. Neither of us would be able to stand that in this moment. Not while our bodies are longing for each other as much as our souls are intertwining. Cat drinks in my taste and then dips her tongue deep inside me. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, and I suck in a hard breath. I feel the muffled chuckle more than I hear it, but I gasp again before I can reply because she presses her tongue flat against me.

She works me until I become pliable in her hands, begging her for more while also wanting to stay in this moment forever. I’m craving the release without wanting this to stop.

My muscles are both soft and tense at the same time, and when Cat leans back, she looks at me as if I am her favorite work of art. A desperate mew falls from my lips, and I instantly feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she lets out another chuckle. Clearly pleased with herself, she watches me, her eyes turning a little darker, and then she moves so fast that I barely have time to process what is happening.

Before I can even blink, I am flipped onto my stomach, and she is guiding my hips upward. The cold air presses against my heated center and sends a new jolt of need through me. I look back at Cat, who bends over to kiss my neck and my shoulders before pressing me down with her hand.

She looks at me, giving me time to process and to respond if I feel the need. For a moment, I do, as the sensation of her pinning me down overwhelms me. But then I realize this is Katherina, the woman I love, the woman I trust. The woman who chooses me, over and over again. She would never do anything to hurt me, and in knowing that, I trust her with my most vulnerable parts.

Her lips curl up into a grin when she sees me settle, and she nods more to herself than at me, satisfied with my consent. We don’t need to say it out loud anymore. She can read my body like no one else, but she never stops checking. Never stops asking. In more ways than one.

“More, you said?” She grins deviously, and I can only nod.

“I’ll give you more,” she groans needily.

She pulls me back onto three of her fingers and slides deep inside of me. The sudden sensation of her filling me up like that is so overwhelming that I nearly come from the feeling alone. When she starts thrusting hard and fast, I need her to steady me because I am completely done for. But the way she holds on to me tells me she won’t let go. Not now, not when it matters, not ever.

She curls her fingers and tips me over the edge. I come, hard and shuddering, with her name on my lips..

Chapter 46

Cat

We lie together, comfortable in the silence that holds us instead of pressing down. Our legs are entangled, my arms are wrapped around her, and her head rests on my chest. Every now and then I press my lips into her hairline and breathe in her scent. The gentle smell of honey prickles my nose, and I frown.

“When did you get a new shampoo?”

She lets out a soft chuckle and moves her head so she can look at me. Her fingers keep trailing lines over my arm, and the sight of her pink, swollen lips makes me want to lean in and kiss her again.

“Yesterday, at the new boutique shop. Do you like it? It’s made with all-natural ingredients, so it’s less harm—”

I cut her off by pressing my mouth onto hers and running my hand through her hair, grabbing a fistful. When we break apart, she is panting slightly, and I let out a low chuckle.