Pieces of Us (Confessions of the Heart 3)

“So fuckin’ pretty.”

She shivered, then I was gathering the silky fabric, dragging it up. She was bare underneath, perky tits pebbling up, rosy flesh begging for a bite.

I dipped in to lick my tongue over one.

She yelped and wound those fingers in my hair. “Maxon.”

“Yeah, baby?” I murmured, lips caressing over the flesh.

“I need you.”

“I’ve needed you my whole life,” I told her, though my voice was turning somber.

Filled with awe. With respect. With this girl who had always believed in me even when I didn’t come close to deserving it.

She prodded me to look up at her, a tender hand set on my face. “Who knows what love is if he hasn’t experienced grief?”

Familiarity pricked at my senses, and I frowned as I was rushed with a memory, the meaning of it just out of reach, and then she was pleading, “Take me, Maxon. Take me the way you’ve been dying to.” She leaned in and whispered at my ear. “There’s no one around to hear except for me. Let go, my dragon.”

I kissed her hard, our tongues claiming the other. Our breaths short and choppy.

Our hearts thundered, a rage that only increased with each lash of our tongues, nothing but a frenetic batter at our ribs.

Those delicate hands fluttered down my stomach. Every muscle twitched in anticipation, tightened in greed.

She flicked the button of my fly, and she shoved my jeans down over my hips, freeing my dick that was already painfully hard, pointing for the sky, dying to get inside of this girl.

I kicked them the rest of the way off, and then I was pushing her onto her back.

She heaved a needy breath.

Without slowing, I unfastened the clasp on her black pants and dragged down the zipper.

The sound of it echoed through the dense air.

Her belly trembled, and I adored the silvered marks on her stomach with my tongue as I dragged her pants and underwear free.

It left her completely bare, writhing on the bed.

She spread her knees, eagerly.

Her pussy was pink and pretty and throbbing for me.

She ran her hands up her quivering legs, and fuck, I just about passed out at the sight in front of me.

“Beautiful,” I groaned. “You are stunning, Little Bird.”

I ran my fingers through her perfect slit before I leaned down so I could get a good taste of it with my tongue.

Nothing but throbbing, hot woman, wild jasmine, and the sun.

A desperate breath jerked from her lungs, and she curled her hands in my hair. “Maxon.”

A needy growl raked up my throat. “Want to stay right here forever.”

I nipped at her folds, dragging my teeth over the flesh, licking into her cunt. Teasing her into a needy mess in the middle of my bed.

She squirmed, begging for me to get closer, all these sweet little pleas coming from that mouth. “Please, Maxon.”

Pulling back, I gazed up at her face, at the girl who’d been my everything. My greatest love. My greatest sacrifice.

Now, I was giving her everything.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

I climbed onto the bed and hovered over her, staring down at her sweet face.

At my life.

At my reason.

I traced my fingertips down the sharp angle of her cheek. “I love you, so much, Izzy Baby. I hope you know that.”

She gazed back. “Every piece of me belongs to you.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I pushed into the cove of her tight, sweet body.

Bliss.

Being in this girl was sheer, straight bliss.

I groaned, and her head rocked back. It forced her tits into my chest, every inch of us plastered against the other.

And still, I could never get close enough.

Our connection glowed between us.

White hot light.

I could see every muscle in her body trembling, mine quivering with its match.

“You are mine, Little Bird.”

She exhaled a sound, like she was preparing herself for me, like she knew she was going to need it.

That I needed this moment. To be a little reckless. To show her exactly what she did to me.

I started to pound into her, my cock slick with her as I pulled back and drove back in.

Mewls of pleasure slipped from her mouth with each stroke of my dick.

The pace was punishing, hard and demanding. She bucked up to me.

Hard.

Her body open.

Desperate in its own demand.

“Oh God, Maxon,” she was whimpering, beginning to shake more.

Heat blistered between us, our skin slick, our names pouring like praise from our tongues.

I gripped her by her bottom, my hands taking fistfuls of her sweet flesh, wanting more.

“Endless,” I whispered.

She went off.

Lightning.

Thunder.

The most brilliant kind of storm.

Cries bled from her mouth and her back arched, so goddam sexy, girl riding her orgasm.

My balls tightened and pleasure stalked my spine. My thrusts became erratic, desperate, my face buried in her neck.

Pleasure burst in every cell of my body.

In my heart.

In my spirit.