Beautifully Broken

I slip a hand around the back of her neck and pull her back to me. “Just fucking kiss me already,” I growl.

When our lips touch again, it feels as if something explodes between us, blowing all our self-control to hell. I stroke her tongue hard with mine, sucking the taste of ice cream from her tongue while taking bites of her bottom lip.

Christ.

I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long. I break the kiss and then continue pressing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, finally getting to taste her silky skin.

Cara’s head falls back, giving me full access to her neck. I kiss and suck, leaving my mark all the way down to her collarbone.

I’m so fucking hard my cock is going to tear right through my jeans.

With the air bursting from my lungs, I grab hold of the hem of her shirt and shove the piece of fabric up until I can see her bra. I pull the flimsy lace down, exposing her plump flesh and pale pink nipples to me, and then go in for the kill.

I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck at the soft flesh before gently biting down on it. Her hips jerk against my cock, and I let go of her breast.

Locking eyes with Cara, I see the shock on her face. She’s confused because she wants me, but there’s still a fuck-ton of hesitation.

I cover her breast with my hand, soaking in the feel of her soft skin, and gently begin to massage her.

There’s no way I’m stopping this. It will do more damage than good. Cara needs to feel desired, and I plan on doing just that.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I praise her, and it makes her cheeks flush the same color as her nipples. “So fucking beautiful.”

I watch as desire wins out over her hesitation, and bringing her mouth to mine, I whisper against her hot breaths, “Ride me, Cara. Make yourself come.”

I take her mouth, thrusting my tongue inside her warmth, and show her exactly how I want to take her.

My other hand slides down her side to her hip, and gently, I thrust up against her hot center.

When a soft moan drifts from her into my mouth, I dip my hand beneath her slacks and panties. The second my fingers brush over her pussy and I feel how fucking wet she is, a growl ripples from my chest.

She’s fucking burning up for me.

I press my palm against her clit and circle her opening with the pad of my middle finger. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can feel I’m losing her attention. I pull slightly back and, locking eyes with her again, I murmur, “Focus on us, baby. Just me and you.”

If I can just get her past this point so she can experience intimacy as something good, I know it will help her heal a hell of a lot more.

“Fuck my hand, gorgeous,” I encourage her, my eyes never leaving hers. With my other hand, I take hold of the side of her neck and stare deep into her eyes. “I want you, Cara. Only you.”

Cara looks at me with so much trust, it overwhelms my heart, ruining me for any other woman.

Heart, body, and soul, I’m hers whether she wants me or not.

Cara’s cheeks flush as she begins to move. I rub her gently, teasing her, and soon, her body takes over. Her breaths begin to come faster, matching every jerk of her hips. She presses down harder on my hand, and her movements grow slower. She’s so fucking close.

I push my finger inside her and watch as her eyes glaze over with pleasure. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out as her body begins to convulse.

Lifting my hand from her hip, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and yank her to me as she comes apart. I crush her lips beneath mine and fuck her mouth with my tongue, wanting to devour her orgasm.

Cara’s body jerks against mine, matching my pace as I keep thrusting my finger inside her. Her breasts push against my chest, and it takes every last bit of strength I have not to strip her down and fuck her right here on the back of the truck.

“Christ, baby, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you. You own me.”

CARA

Hearing the words from Damian as his hand works me into a frenzy of pleasure, emotion overwhelms me.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It’s all I can think of as wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through me. It makes my toes curl and my skin tingle.

“Damian,” I breathe as my orgasm crashes through me, causing my body to convulse. His mouth crashes against mine, and his tongue and teeth make the orgasm last longer. His finger thrusts in and out, and his rough palm presses hard against my clit with just the right amount of pressure.