Convict Me (Broken Heroes 1)

Waves of pleasure vibrate through me, and a moan escapes my lips when the sensation becomes too much. All he’s doing is touching me and my body is on fire, burning hot as the damn sun.

When he dips his head lower and plants a soft, open-mouthed kiss on my upper thigh only a few inches away from my center, my legs almost give out at the buckle of my knees.

He chuckles and stands to his full height, maneuvering himself into the bathtub. He sinks into the water, his ink covered skin disappearing beneath it.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I contemplate my next move.

Hero must feel my wavering because he offers me his hand and says, “Come here. Sit between my legs, your back to my chest.”

I swallow around the nervous fear in my throat, then follow his command, stepping into the tub and lowering myself into the hot bathwater. Air hisses from my lungs at the contact of my skin on the water. The water almost burns, but it only takes a few seconds to adjust to it. From behind, he gathers my hair to one side of my neck before easing my back against his chest. Feeling his hard length pushing up against my backside awakens something deep inside me.

I’ve never felt this craving before, this carnal need for more.

I lean my head back, resting it on his shoulder as he starts nibbling on my neck. His kisses are soft but hungry, his lips almost rough on my skin. I can’t think straight with his lips on my skin. His hands come up around my front to massage my breasts, just like he did a week ago. I can feel the throbbing deep inside me.

With two fingers, he rolls my nipple, back and forth, back and forth. My single moan turns into many, and before I know it, I’m panting, salivating, my head spinning with heady need.

One of his hands leaves my breast and trails down my stomach. My breath hitches in my throat. Every part of my body seems to be on fire. I want his hand to move faster, and without thinking about what may happen, I grab his wrist, pushing his hand beneath the water between my legs.

His husky chuckle is loud in my ear. “You are so eager, so damn reactive to my touch.”

I sigh intently as his hand reaches its destination. The second his fingers drag across my clit, I lose it. I arch my back, wanting more, needing more, pushing myself into his hand greedily. My body is overtaken by pure need, so I grab my own breast and start to massage it.

The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before…since I’ve never actually done this before.

Hero’s skilled fingers stay between my legs, drawing little circles over the most sensitive part of me. My walls clench and my pussy throbs with each breath that passes my lips. I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to have Hero inside me, stroking me deep from the inside out.

The thought of Hero inside me is what pushes me over the edge. I fall apart into a million little pieces beneath his touch. Every muscle in my body tightens with pleasure before releasing into pure euphoria.

My bones liquefy to molten lava, and I’m floating, completely lifeless, or at least that’s what it feels like when I try to move.

“You’re so beautiful when you fall apart, so fucking beautiful,” Hero whispers in my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe, making the pure need spiral out of control deep inside me.

And all over again, I’m left panting with need, for him—for whatever we are.

Chapter Seven

Hero

Her body is so responsive to me and my touch, I nearly come unglued when she grinds her backside against my hardened cock. I have to clench my jaw and pray for the will to keep touching her without giving into my own carnal needs.

“Hero.” My name falls from her lips breathlessly.

I know what she needs, wants. The question is, can I give it to her?

She’s so pure, so sweet—she’s everything a bad man like me should never touch or have, but I’m selfish, this I know, and so I’ll have her. I’ll keep taking until she doesn’t want me anymore.

Taking my hand, she eases it back down between her legs. My thumb circles her clit, and two fingers press against her virgin entrance. I doubt she’ll be able to handle anything more than one finger, so I slip just the tip of it inside and nearly growl with need as her walls clench around the thick digit.

“This okay?” I grit out, wanting her to feel nothing but comfortable and safe in my arms. She nods her head and moves forward, lowering herself onto my finger completely. Water sloshes out the sides of the tub, and I couldn’t give a damn. The air sizzles between us. I want to fuck her so bad, it hurts.