More of You (Confessions of the Heart 1)

I burrowed my fingers deeper, in all that tight, slick heat, relished in her shudder that raced up my arm.

“You,” she whimpered, her hips coming from the bed.

“You,” I murmured back, kissing her softly, trying to find some semblance of control when this girl had stripped it all away.

Every vulnerability exposed.

The girl always making me so damned weak.

But this time . . . this time I felt the strength in it. The purpose. The reason.

This girl could bring me to her feet, but I’d always stand for her.

Devotion and loyalty hummed through my being. All mixed up with the frenzied heat, and I was back on my knees, ripping at the button of my jeans and shoving them from my body.

My cock jutted free, bouncing at my stomach, as devoted as the rest of me.

“No one. No one, Faith. Only you.” The promises tumbled out, leaving me like I was drugged.

Dizzy on this girl.

It’d always been her. It always would be.

I felt half crazed when I wedged my hips between her trembling thighs.

So warm.

So right.

Short breaths ripped from my lungs, mingled with her own, everything becoming one.

Bated. Held and caught up in this moment.

I pushed up onto my hands and stared down at the girl, my heart a thunder where it beat at my chest.

“You,” I told her again.

Heat blazed from her body, and I watched the bob of her delicate throat when she swallowed and watched me with all that trust that I didn’t deserve, but I’d do everything in my power to earn.

“You,” she rasped.

Energy billowed and bloomed. A fire that raged in the remaining space between us.

I had to remind myself to go slow when every part of my body wanted to fuck her wild.

Claim her.

Mark her.

I swallowed hard, dipped down and kissed her, and Faith dropped her legs open wide.

An offering.

Emotion tightened my chest, and I edged back an inch, letting my cock barely slide through the arousal between her lips.

A lick of need.

A lash of desperation.

Lust prowled my spine. The base instinct to take what was mine.

“I can’t wait to feel you again. I need it. I need to feel your body on mine,” she whimpered.

It felt like what was meant to be was finally catching up, matching time. Everything shifting back into its rightful alignment.

For a beat, our eyes tangled, and her nails burrowed deeper into my shoulders. “Take me. Make me remember every reason I’ve always been yours.”

I gripped her behind her neck, the other at the top of her thigh, holding on to that soft, delicate skin as I pushed her wider.

I pressed just the head of my dick into her. Nudging into her folds.

A grunt fell like a stone from my mouth. Didn’t matter that I was barely an inch inside.

The impact of her hit me like a landslide.

Too much.

Too perfect.

Too right.

Faith struggled to draw air into her lungs, her body bowing up as she struggled to accept me as I slowly spread her.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. No restraint. No self-control.

I slammed home.

I’d never, ever felt it more than then.

Home.

Her mouth dropped open at the side of my neck, her nose at my flesh, breathing me in.

My entire body shook, curling around her.

I pulled out before I rocked back in.

Hard.

Hip to hip.

Taking all of her.

“So good,” ripped from my throat. “Nothing has ever felt so good.”

Pants lifted into the air, her sweet lips parted.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, terrified I’d pushed her too far and too fast. Unable to stand the thought of it at the same damned time. The fucking desolation of her thinking about him.

“Nothing has ever felt so right.”

Relief left me on a gush of air, and I began to move in her.

Slow and hard.

Half-delirious, half-sure I’d never seen anything so clearly.

Every thrust was a promise.

Every fuck of my body a claim.

Soft cries of pleasure struck the air, and I held her, took her deep and hard while I kissed her gently.

My treasure.

My prize.

While I adored and cherished and murmured that I was never going to let her go.

I could feel it, her pleasure building, the way her body began to simmer under mine.

Heat and friction and need.

Her head rocked back, and I sucked at her chin before I kissed down the column of her throat.

Energy lapped. A slow build at first, a steady increase that lit in a frenzy.

Those eyes met mine, so intense.

And the feeling that I’d been fighting since I returned gripped me whole.

She opened herself wider and lifted to meet every hard thrust.

Our bodies a wave.

Rolling.

Floating.

Building.

“Jace,” she whimpered, begging my name.

Pushing up onto a hand, I wedged the other between us, finding her clit, loving the sounds she made as I did.

Sounds of desire.

Of pleasure.

All of it for me.

I could feel her winding up.

Her body stretched thin.

She gripped my ass.

Urging me deeper as she rubbed her body against me.