Until We Fly (Beautifully Broken 4)

The chips can fall where they may.

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Nora

Sweet Mary.

He’s enormous.

And hard.

And it’s all for me.

These are my thoughts as I slide my fingers up and down his shaft. With each touch, he gets harder, if that’s even possible. He’s as hard as steel.

I can’t believe he’s giving in.

His warmth is delicious. His hard chest pressed against mine…gah.

And then his fingers find me. He slides them into my wetness and he groans into my ear.

“Jesus, you’re so wet already.”

“I want you,” I tell him simply. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He groans again, his fingers sliding in and out, faster, then slow, then fast.

My fantasy is coming true tonight.

He lowers his head and pulls a sensitive nipple into his mouth, licking at first, then sucking. I throw my head back, my fingers wrapped in his hair. He sucks harder, then he pulls away.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him. “Please.”

He sucks the other nipple. “I want them to match.”

I smile, but out of the blue, as Brand hovers above me, the old panicky feeling comes back and I see William’s face instead of Brand.

I’m frozen for a minute, the breath caught in my throat, as I fight to get past it.

This is Brand.

This is Brand.

He’ll never hurt you.

Brand notices my tight arms and pulls away, even though his breathing is ragged.

“Are you ok?”

I nod, gulping air.

I want this.

Yes.

He’ll make me good for just a while. I need this.

“I need you,” I tell him again, forcing myself to relax.