Give in to Me (Heart of Stone #3)(36)
Author: K.M. Scott

“Oh, God…please don’t stop…” she groaned above me, her pleas making me want her even more. Her fingernails dug into my neck as her cunt tightened around my fingers, and in seconds, her release raged through her. Bucking and grinding against my mouth, she rode my tongue as if she depended on it for her very happiness.

Against her trembling pussy, I moaned, “Let yourself go, baby. Don’t hold back.”

She wrapped her legs around my neck, crushing my head between them until all I breathed was her. But I didn’t care. If I died right there at that moment, I would have died a happy man. Her pleasure was everything.

When her body finally stopped shaking from her orgasm, I eased back onto my heels to look at her sated expression. Licking her lips, she smiled. “God, I’ve fantasized about that for months. I love that tongue of yours. You know that?”

I ran my finger up her moist slit to her swollen nub and grinned. “Then that must mean we’re meant for each other because I love going down on you. See? A perfect match.”

Crooking her finger, she said, “Come up here, and you should be naked already.”

I slid up her body and kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue snaking in and out to tease the tip of her tongue. Her fingers fumbled with my zipper, tearing at it as my cock ached to feel her touch. Finally past the last barrier between us, she tugged my pants down my thighs and wrapped her fingers around my stiff cock.

“No more waiting. I want you inside me,” she whimpered as I ran the swollen head of my cock over her needy clit. “Please…Tristan, give me what I need.”

Denying her was impossible, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I wanted to devour her, to take everything she was into me so if I ever had to be without her again, I wouldn’t suffer like I had for months. She silenced my demons and created new ones to take their place—new ones ten times as powerful that threatened to take me over now.

I needed her. I wanted her. I couldn’t do without her.

I felt my control slipping away. With each touch of her hands on my body, she seared herself into me, stripping every defense I’d worked years to perfect from my mind until all that was left was her everywhere in my thoughts.

My mouth covered hers seeking the feel of her tongue against mine. I loved that mouth—that mouth that had questioned me so often with words that held me responsible for my actions. Those lips and tongue that brought my body pleasure greater than anything I’d ever thought possible. I wanted to possess that mouth that I’d made her kiss another man with and claim it as only for me.

Nina slid her hands over my back until they came to rest just below my hips, and she pulled me into her, tilting her hips to take all of me. I slid into her hot body so willing and eager for me and thrust hard until there was no space between us. She moaned a tiny noise as the base of my cock touched her slick pussy, her body arching to accommodate all of me.

I buried my face in softness of her neck and reared my hips back to plunge into her again. The demons she’d created spurred me on, screaming in my brain to claim her so no other man could ever see her and not know every beautiful and gentle inch of her was mine. I struggled to hold them back, but they controlled me, and I pushed into her over and over, harder and harder each time trying to force out all the pain I caused her.

My hands slid up her arms and pinning them above her head, I weaved our fingers together, needing as much to have her hold me as I wanted to hold her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she stared up into my eyes as her body matched each plunge of my cock into her with a desire for more.

The intensity of her need surprised me, and I slowed my pace, not wanting to rush toward the moment each of us craved but to savor the journey we shared. Her heels dug into my spine and she groaned, “I don’t want it slow and easy. Show me you were desperate without me like I was without you.”

Her words set my mind and body on fire, and I released my hold on her to flip her over onto her stomach. Pulling her by her hips, I set her on her knees in front of me and thrust my cock into her cunt. There was no more me or her. Just us starved for one another.

Our need spurred our fucking to a place it had never been before. I slid in and out of her faster and faster, pistoning into her as she moaned into the pillow. The gentle squeezing of my cock told me she was close, but I wasn’t ready to let this moment go yet. Slowing down, I eased out of her and leaned down to gently wrap my hand around her neck. In her ear, I whispered, “I want this night to last forever. I want to fuck you until you know how much I can’t live without you.”

In a tender voice that hit me deep inside, she said the only word that could undo me. “Yes.”

No other words came between us now.

Pushing back against me, she silently begged for me to fulfill my promise. In seconds, I was balls-deep inside her again, thrusting and retreating from her cunt until neither of us could hold back anymore. She came first, her body milking my cock with its sweet tightening as her orgasm tore through her. Before she was finished, I felt my own release begin and pulled her up against me as I came inside her, the sweet sound of her cries of pleasure mingling with my panting until we collapsed onto the bed together.

When we finally were able to speak, she wiped my sweat drenched hair from my forehead and whispered against my cheek, “I missed you so much.”

I pulled her close to me and held her in my arms, loving the feel of her next to me. Her body fit against mine perfectly, meant for me and me alone. She nuzzled my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin, and I spoke the words I’d held in all those months as I read her texts full of love and anger.

“Don’t make me live without you. I can’t do it, Nina.”

She looked up at me with a gentle gaze, and I saw my life in her eyes. “I promise.”

Chapter Twelve

Nina

Opening my eyes, I squinted from the morning light and rolled over in Tristan’s full size bed, crashing into him and waking him up. Looking down at me, he gave me a sleepy grin. “I forgot how sleeping with you is like bumper cars.”

Propping my head up, I rolled my eyes. “Says the man who rarely spends the whole night next to me. Are you saying I move around a lot when I sleep?”

He smirked and looked left and right to prove his point. “Well, not usually this bad, but then again, we’re usually in a much bigger bed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Aren’t you Mr. Romance this morning?”

Tristan pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. “Even with you taking up all the room and stealing the covers, I’d rather be here than anywhere else on Earth.” Looking up at me, he smiled. “Better?”