Page 36 of Ravaged Hearts
“Is it?” Vaughn flicked my sensitized bundle of nerves with his tongue, and I squealed. “I could just stay down here eating you out for the rest of our days, feeding our addictions.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Come on, pussy whisperer. Get your ass up here, and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
“Careful what you wish for, Gatita.” He nipped the soft flesh at my hip, making me yelp. Then he rose to meet me at the pillow and braced his forearms on either side of my head.
I cast my eyes over the fine-ass man above me. Vaughn was so much bigger than me, and his weight, cradled between my thighs, held me pinned to the bed in the most perfect way.
This close, the lines of each scar were clear, but I tried not to focus on them. Instead, I paid attention to the way those sinister tattoos molded over the hard ridges of his muscles. Vaughn’s powerful body was a work of art crafted by ink and pain.Somuch pain. But right now, all I allowed myself to see was the beauty in it.
“You’re stunning, you know that?” I placed my palms over Vaughn’s firm pecs and let my hands travel the broad expanse of his chest. His jaw flexed, but his eyes, locked on mine, remained calm and responsive, so I continued exploring. “Every inch of you sets me on fire. I’m so lucky this is all mine.” I needed him to know that. Needed him to believe that there wasn’t a single part of him I didn’t find devastatingly sexy.
Vaughn’s tattoos were his suit of armor, protecting his scars from prying eyes and hurtful questions. But to me, they were appealing because they were a part of him.
I kissed him, and he moaned as my tongue parted his lips and tangled with his own.
For a while, that was all we did. Just kissed.
Then he let out a shuddery breath against my lips. “More. I want you to touch me more.”
He didn’t need to ask me twice.
I trailed my palms over Vaughn’s back, then his hips and ass, and as I did, I pressed my lips to his neck, inhaling his tobacco-and-leather scent. Having unrestricted access to his body was like being a child unsupervised in a candy shop. I wanted to grab everything all at once and ravage him.
I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his lower back, urging him closer. “Please, Vaughn.” I rubbed my slick core against his length.
“Please what?” He shifted his hips, trapping his cock between us and denying me what I craved.
“Asshole,” I joked. “Are you going to make me ask for it every time?”
“Yes, Gatita.” He kissed me softly. “I need to hear you say those words, because no matter how many times we fuck, I still can’t believe a woman as incredible as you would want anything to do with me. So tell me. Tell me exactly what you want from me.”
This beautiful man. He really had no idea how wonderful he was. I wanted to spend my life reminding him how brave, selfless, and giving he was. How despite his prickly, bossy personality, when he loved, he loved hard and passionately. We just needed to make it through the coming days so I’d have the opportunity to make him realize all that.
“Please, Vaughn. I want you so far inside me that I can’t breathe. I want you to fill me up so badly I might go crazy if you don’t?—”
He slammed into me with one powerful stroke, leaving me gasping and struggling to accommodate him. If I weren’t so wet,it might’ve hurt, but I was a slippery mess for this man, so there was no pain, just an overwhelming fullness.
“Is that better?” Vaughn sucked on my neck as he surged into me again. “Am I giving you what you need?”
“Yes,” I hissed, and rocked against him.
“Your greedy little pussy was aching for me, wasn’t it?”
I tossed my head back on the pillow and flung my forearm over my eyes. “Jesus, Vaughn. Your filthy mouth is gonna make me come again already.”
“Not yet.” He pulled my arm from my face and pinned it above my head. “But when you do, you’ll be looking me in the eye and screaming my name.”
Before I had a chance to tell him I didn’t think people actually called out their lover’s name in the throes of an orgasm, Vaughn sat up, pulling me along until he rested on his haunches with me straddling his lap. Somehow, he kept us joined the whole time.
If Vaughn had reservations about me being wrapped around him, he didn’t let them show. He only tugged me closer so that my stomach and breasts squashed against his muscled torso. We couldn’t possibly have more skin in contact.
He kissed me, hot and hard, and slowly rocked my hips over his. I took his lead and rolled my pelvis to the same rhythm, and—oh my God—riding him like this wasdivine.
His hands roamed my body, encouraging me to move with him. When he leaned in to suck on my nipple, tingles shot straight to my core.
This was what I’d yearned for. Vaughn in my arms while buried deep inside me. The two of us entwined and connected as closely as two people could possibly be.
“Look at you. You’re a goddess. You taking me is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Vaughn’s gaze dropped to where his cock slid in and out of me. A low rumbling sound came from his throat, and his eyes flared beforereturning to mine with unnerving intensity. “This moment, you and me, I’m sending it straight to core memories so I can remember it forever. How beautiful you are. How perfect you feel in my arms.” He clasped the nape of my neck, fingers tangled in my hair. “You undo me, Hope. In so many ways, you strip me bare until there’s nothing left but my soul. You feel like heaven. You feel like a lifeline. More than anything, you feel like home, and it’s the only place in the world I want to exist.”