Kiss the Stars (Falling Stars 1)

Her chest trembled. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. My heart can’t take it.”

I threaded my fingers in her hair at the side of her head. Forcing her to look down on me where she was hovering an inch above. “I mean it, Mia. If I could be. If I was different. Better. I’d be yours.”

We stared for a bated beat.

Held.

Suspended.

Then we collided in a flurry of need.

A bomb going off at the base of a dam.

Everything we’d been holding back gushing free.

I pulled her to my mouth, kissing her deep and long before my lips were moving down to nip at her chin, sucking at the flesh of her throat that wobbled and bobbed, kissing down to her breast, sucking that sweet tip into the well of my mouth.

Mia moaned and jerked at my hair, and her head tossed back in a shock of need. I held her up as she arched back, devouring this girl’s beautiful tits.

Moving from one to the other while she writhed and moaned.

“Leif. I don’t know myself. Not anymore. Not with you. You make it different. Better. I want . . . I want . . .” She trailed off.

She didn’t even need to say it.

I knew. I knew.

And I wished I could give her everything that she deserved. Love this goddess that I held in the palm of my hands.

She fought to touch me everywhere, hands getting under my shirt and dragging it over my head. My chest shuddered and shook, and she was diving in, going at my jaw, my neck, across my broken heart that she’d somehow managed to shatter even more, her lips and tongue kissing me in every spot she could find.

She was gasping, frantic, her fingers trembling as she went to work on the buttons of my jeans. I held her tight as I lifted my hips from the chair so I could shove them down, and she eased up a fraction so I could tear the lace from her body.

Her cunt bare and pretty, and my fingers were slicking through her drenched folds.

Lust surged, and I pressed two fingers deep into the well of her tight, sweet body.

She lifted and rolled, riding my hand. “Please. Yes. Leif. I can’t.”

A tumult of pleas fell from her mouth, and she dropped her forehead to mine, her head rocking while I wound her high.

“Want to touch you everywhere, Mia. Own you in every way. Mark you the way I’ve been dying to do.”

Invade.

Infect.

“Scar me,” she whimpered, a breath at my lips, like she was giving me permission to make good on all the warnings I’d given her the day we’d met.

Same ones I’d been giving her all along.

I grabbed my dick, stroking it once, positioning myself between her thighs.

She trembled, and I surged, guiding her down onto me in a swift, hard thrust.

Mia whimpered, and she buried her shock in my throat as I filled her full, her walls clutching all around me, so fucking good I nearly went off right then.

Both of us struggled for a breath, for air, to cling on to some sort of reality.

But if something true existed right then, it was us.

The devil and the savior I couldn’t keep.

“Ride me, baby.” I murmured the command, my hand at the back of her neck, holding her down close.

She exhaled, shivered in my hands, girl rising up to do me in.

Letting go.

Her body manic.

Her hands wild.

Girl touching me down to the vacant soul.

Teasing me with the idea that she might be the one able to hold it.

I shoved the thought down and existed in the moment.

Hands gliding up and down her glorious back, palms sliding over her lush, round ass. Gripping and taking, fingers sliding along her cleft.

Mia gasped, swishing her head as she fought to keep up.

To understand.

Girl meeting me thrust for desperate thrust.

Rocking over me like she meant it. Like this was it and there was no tomorrow.

Or maybe she was thinking if she held on tight enough, she might be able to do it forever.

Never let go.

And I wanted it.

To fucking fall.

To let go of the ropes from which I’d been dangling.

My stomach fisted and my body burned.

Fire taking us whole.

Torched.

She watched me with those eyes, and I held her at the small of her back so I could angle her just right, and I moved to strum my fingers over her clit.

She held on to me by one shoulder, the other running my abdomen.

Searching me.

Loving me.

“You, Leif. You.”

I wanted to tell her not to do it.

To stop it before it was too late.

But she was there. The brightest burst of light that I felt fracturing to the depths of me.

A crack of lightning.

An earthquake.

Complete and utter devastation.

She trembled on my lap, crying out my name as bliss shredded her body.

The tight ball of pleasure that had gathered at the base of my spine split.