Dark Hearts (Light in the Dark 3)

I stare at him as he grips his cock, stroking his hand slowly up and down his length.

“You like that?” he asks. “You like watching me touch myself?” I swallow thickly and nod. He grins. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

He guides himself to my entrance and pushes in.

“Oh, my God,” I cry out, my hips lifting off the couch. He presses a hand to my stomach, pushing me back down. I whimper.

“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips. “Relax.”

I close my eyes for a moment, and he slips out the slightest bit before slamming back in.

“Jace,” I moan, my eyes popping back open.

He flicks his hair from his eyes, which flame a vibrant green.

The muscles in his stomach flex as he moves his hips and mine rise to meet his.

He kisses me, stealing what’s left of my breath.

He murmurs something into my hair that I can’t quite decipher, but it sounds a lot like, “Made for me.”

I rake my nails down his back, urging him closer to me. His chest presses into my breasts, and his arms rest on the narrow space of couch beside my head.

He grasps my chin and tilts my head back, pressing his lips to my throat.

My hips jolt when his fingers find my clit, and an orgasm hits me so powerful that my legs shake and my eyes rolls back into my head.

He pumps into me a couple more times before his own orgasm hits. He collapses on top of me, careful to hold his weight, and we both struggle to regain our breath.

After a minute, he pulls out and goes to clean up. I can barely move so I just lie there.

He comes back and stands over me with a chuckle. “Can’t move?”

“No,” I answer, blinking up at him.

He scoops me up into his arms and I laugh as he carries me to bed. He drops me down onto the soft mattress and climbs in behind me, pulling the blankets over us.

I burrow close to his warmth and fall to sleep with a smile on my face.

Nova

The laptop taunts me where it rests on the coffee table. I itch to check it for a message from Sarah, but I’m t

errified that there’s nothing, or that she’s telling me to stay far away from her son and that I can never see him. Honestly, it’s the answer I’m expecting. She’s his mom now, so she has every right to be leery of me stepping back into his life. I’d never expect to replace her, but it’s a tricky situation all around.

“Hey, you’re up.” Jace smiles from the kitchen, making scrambled eggs.

He wears his glasses, which makes him look like a hot nerd.

I smile back and slide into the barstool. Just being near him makes me feel a little more at ease.

“That smells delicious,” I comment.

He pushes the eggs around the pan and grabs a mug, already filled with coffee, and hands it to me.

“You’re a saint,” I tell him. I inhale the heavenly scent of the coffee and take a sip. Before I know it, I’ve downed half the cup.

He finishes with the eggs and scoops them out onto two plates, along with buttered toast. He places one of the plates in front of me and refills my coffee before sitting down beside me.