Page 16 of Broken Soul
I nod and curl up against his chest, resting my ear over his heart. Listening to the steady rhythm grounds me even when thinking about that awful night.
“I was asleep in my room when something woke me up with a start. I remember looking around in the darkness for whatever it was, then seeing a sliver of light streaming through my partially closed door. He… he was standing there. Watching me.”
“Steve?” Diesel growls. I nod. “Fucking Christ,” he mutters.
“Our eyes locked and he lifted his beer to his chapped lips, finishing it off in one large swig. Without breaking eye contact, Steve opened the door wider, though he didn’t enter my room. He just… stood there. My skin was crawling and I didn’t knowwhat was going to happen. How long was he standing there? How many nights did he watch me sleep? What was he planning to do if I stayed? Why…”
“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” Diesel whispers. “You’re safe now. I’d die before letting him touch you or look at you again. That’s a promise.”
“Don’t die,” I plead quietly.
This makes Diesel chuckle slightly. “I’m not planning on it. Especially now that I’ve found you.”
I kiss his cheek and then snuggle back down into his open arms. “Anyway. Steve walked away after a few intense moments and I never went back to sleep. I spent the rest of the night packing everything I could fit into my duffel bag, then snuck out in the early hours of the morning when I knew my mom and Steve would still be passed out from their night of partying. I drove and drove and drove until…”
“Until you found your new home,” murmurs. I nod and kiss him on the cheek again. Diesel turns his head, kissing me for real. We get lost in each other, giving and taking, our tongues and bodies tangled together as we break and heal together. “I know what we need,” he says once we break apart. I give him a questioning look while catching my breath. “A shower.”
I grin and nod, letting him pull me out of bed and down the hallway. Once inside, Diesel grabs my hips and draws me in for another kiss, this one hungrier and more demanding than the last. I claw at his chest and then push him away from me, needing to be naked and in the shower with him right this second.
Diesel groans, then swiftly pulls the shirt off my body, along with my panties.
He pulls the shirt off my body along with my panties.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Odette. I don’t even know where to start.”
“How about start by taking your clothes off, too?” I tease.
In record time, Diesel rips his clothes off and is naked before me. He really is stunning. I love his broad shoulders and defined pecs, the corded muscles in his arms, and all of his strength that he uses to protect and surprisingly comfort me. And then there's his cock. His glorious monster cock that stretched me so good last time, hitting places inside of me I didn't even know existed. Without even thinking, I lick my lips.
“See something you like?”
I look up and Diesel is grinning at me. “Yeah,” I say before pulling him down for a kiss.
It’s explosive, our tongues warring for control as his hands stroke my body up and down. He cups my ass and lifts me up, walking us toward the shower, never breaking the kiss.
Only when he sets me down, do we both come up for air.
"Fuck, baby. I'm addicted to your kisses. Your curves. Everything about you." Diesel licks my neck and then nips at the sensitive spot below my ear. He sucks one of my breasts in his mouth while flicking the nipple on my other breast with his thumb. Everything he does drives me crazy with want and need.
“Ah, yes…” I moan.
Diesel kisses lower, kneeling before me. His hands rest on my hips, guiding me backward so I'm leaning against the wall of the shower.
“Need to eat up this pretty little pussy before I claim you once again, Odette.”
I moan at his words, loving the dirty way he’s talking to me. He nips at my hip bone and blazes a trail of kisses to my other hip bone, where he sucks and nibbles the skin. His hands massage my ass, then grip lower on my thighs. Diesel guides one leg up over his shoulder, giving him complete access to my soaked pussy.
I feel exposed, but not in a bad way. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. He looks like he’s about to go out of his mind with need, and I feel the same. He turns his head and sinks his teeth into the thigh that is slung over his shoulder, kissing away the sting.
“Are you wet for me, princess?”
I nod and dig my fingers into his hair, urging him forward.
He chuckles. “You want it bad, don’t you, Odette? Want my tongue inside your juicy pussy?”
Before I can reply, he devours me.
He flattens his tongue and runs it from my entrance to my clit. Again. Again. I buck my hips and moan his name.