She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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"Thank you," I whisper against his lips, but he pulls me into him. His lips capture mine in a deadly kiss, making me push closer, craving more. My hips move on their own, grinding against him, and he groans into my mouth, but I swallow that sound. One hand stays tangled in my hair, holding my head in place, while the other grips my ass, guiding my body against his.
"More," I moan, pulling away for a brief moment, but he pulls me back instantly. His lips don't leave mine as he flips us over, so my back falls onto the blanket. His body hovers above mine, and when he finally pulls away, he gives us both a second to breathe. My hand reaches for his belt, but he dismisses my attempt, pulling my hand away gently.
"Let me get you ready first." He trails his lips down my body, pushing my dress up to my waist. He breathes against my underwear, and I shiver, a soft gasp escaping my lips. I reach for his head, urging him to place his mouth on me as soon as possible.
"Patience, sweetheart." He laughs softly, and the warm breath against my core makes me tighten in anticipation. His fingers move slowly, tiptoeing against my thighs, then to the strap of my panties. He slides them down my legs with careful precision. His fingers brush across my folds, and my clit twitches, a rush of heat spreading through me. His dark eyes never leave mine, watching me closely as he notices the effect he's having on me.
Slowly—excruciatingly slowly—he pushes one finger into me, the wetness coating him instantly. He adds a second finger, slipping it in, and curls them inside me. I gasp, my stomach tightening as my hands clutch his hair. He groans against my skin, and I look down at him, eyes locked on his, his face watching mine with dark, hungry intent.
"Does it turn you on when I pull on your hair?" My voice is thick with desire, and he emphasizes his answer by running his calloused thumb across my clit. The sensation makes me shiver.
"Fuck yeah," he whispers, the words barely registering through my breathless moan. He uses his other hand to pinch my clit, making me jump, and the rush of sensation is too much. My body responds, tightening, and I come with a quiet moan, my whole body slackening, still as I catch my breath.
Before I've even fully come down from my high, I feel his tongue against me, pushing deeper. He doesn't hesitate, moving his mouth quickly and expertly against my pussy. My body tightens again, my thighs clamping around his head as I push him deeper, but he doesn't seem to care. In fact, he works harder, his movements relentless. When my legs begin to shake, I feel his teeth graze my clit before he takes it completely in his mouth, sucking hard. A loud moan escapes me as I grip his hair tightly, the pleasure coursing through me.
He pulls back, and his face meets mine as he smiles, though there's an uncertain edge in his gaze. "I want to try something, okay? I think it'll help. But are you sure you want to do this?"
"I want to move on. I need this. I'm ready." I mumble, reaching for him, tasting him, savoring the moment.
He sits down beside me, his hands picking up my waist to place me back on him. His dick presses into my ass, and I wiggle around, making him harden further against me. He's definitely ready as well.
