Dark Hearts (Light in the Dark 3)

I cry out, panting his name. My fingers rake down his back, and I know they’re going to leave a mark. I’m selfishly pleased by that fact—that he’ll have to bear a physical reminder of this moment. Even if he walks like the last time, I’ll be carved into his skin.

Jace waits until my orgasm is over before flipping us again.

He fucks me into the bed like he’s gone mad. My fingers grasp for something to hold onto and end up tangled in his hair, yanking on the short strands. I’ve never been so wild in bed and I know deep down that I haven’t even hit the tip of the iceberg. I crave more and with Jace. He’s my perfect match in every way.

“Fuck,” he growls, his forehead damp with sweat. Mine is equally as damp. I didn’t know sex could be such a work out. Apparently, I’ve been doing it wrong. He groans and bites his lip. His fingers dig into my hips and ass as he comes, and I find myself having another orgasm, riding on the waves of his.

We both breathe like we’ve run a marathon. Jace pulls out of me and steps away, disposing of the condom.

I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. I can barely keep my eyes open.

The bed dips and his warm body stretches beside mine.

I peel my eyes open to look at him. He brushes a strand of green hair from my eyes. He looks me over, as if he’s making sure I’m not hurt. If I could find the words, I’d tell him I’ve never felt better.

“That was …” he pauses searching for the words. He settles on, “Wow.”

I nod. I’m still lost, floating on that

cloud. I don’t want to come back down.

I gently stroke a finger over my stomach and shiver from the feather-light touch.

“Confession,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with something I can’t decipher. “That’s the first time I’ve had sex since May.”

May. I mouth the one word, doing the math in my head. That’s four months ago when …

“When I moved in?”

He nods, swallowing thickly. “I couldn’t fuck someone else when the only person I wanted was you.”

I close my eyes, fighting a wave of emotion I don’t want him to see. “Jace …”

“Don’t say anything,” he pleads, pressing a finger to my lips.

He gathers me in his arms and presses his lips to the top of my head.

I don’t know what his confession actually means, and I’m scared to look to deep into it, but I think … I think maybe this thing between is deeper than either of us wants to believe.

My only hope is that we don’t drown in it.

Jace

I don’t know what made me reveal that particular confession. I would’ve been better off keeping that tidbit of information to myself. It’s too late to take the words back now, though.

I trail my finger down her bare arm and she shivers. Her lips are swollen from kisses and her brown eyes are wide with wonder.

Normally, I’d be out of here as fast as possible, or kicking her out. I’m not the kind of guy who snuggles and holds hands and talks about my feelings, but with Nova I simply want to hold her and be here.

She seems unsure, almost like she knows this isn’t typical for me. But she’s different. We’re different. I might’ve left once, but I won’t make the same mistake again. I don’t know what this means for us, I don’t know if it’ll happen again, or even if she wants it to, but I do know I don’t regret it and I wouldn’t take it back for anything.

I trace my finger over her lips and she parts them. I slip my finger inside and she swirls her tongue around my finger. I find myself getting turned on again.

As much as I want to stay in bed all day and fuck her until she can’t walk, real life awaits.

“We need to eat,” I comment.

She laughs, her eyes dipping below my waist. “Really? Looks like you’re ready for round two.”