Page 136 of Icebound Hearts
“I won’t,” I grunt, working her clit harder. “Ican’t. I’m fucking addicted to you, heartbreaker.”
Her back arches against the door, her leg looping around my head and locking it in place as if she has no intention of ever letting me stop. I eat her out as if it’s the one thing I was put on this earth to do, as if she’s the only thing that matters to me, keeping her steady when her standing leg starts to buckle.
“Sawyer!” she cries, digging her nails into my scalp as her entire body tenses—and then she comes for me, just like I begged her to. She falls apart, her wetness coating my tongue, her chest rising and falling with each of her shuddering breaths.
I keep working her all the way through it until her breathing stabilizes and she sags back against the door. Then I surge to my feet, my hands moving to cup her face so I can kiss her.
“I need to be inside you,” I whisper, staring right into her eyes, and she nods breathlessly.
“Please,” she begs, and that’s all I need to hear.
We tug off the rest of each other’s clothes, and I’m vaguely aware of the sound of fabric ripping as we tear some of them in our hurry, but neither of us gives a shit. The only thing that matters is this.Us. I get rid of my shoes and kick off my pants, then lift Violet in one swift movement, bracing her back against the door as her legs wrap around my waist.
My cock notches at her entrance, and she takes another sharp breath when I start to press inside.
“More,” she pleads, her forehead pressed to mine, her eyes flaming. “God, Sawyer, please don’t make me wait.”
I grit my teeth, doing my best to hold my body back from instinctively following her urging. I’m intentionally going slow. It’s been a while since we’ve been together, and I’m big. Maybe she’s forgotten that, but I haven’t.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasp, because the waiting is killing me too. I want nothing more than to be inside her, to feel her warmth and see the look on her face when I fill her up.
Violet draws back a little and shakes her head firmly, her gorgeous hazel eyes luminous and large.
“I don’t care. I just need you.Allof you.”
Her plea breaks all resolve I have, and I growl as I bury myself all the way inside her, pinning her against the door with the force of my thrust. Her brows knit in pleasure as she wrapsher arms around my neck, and I steal a kiss from her perfect lips. She moans into my mouth, and I feel something deep and primal coming alive inside me—and then it snaps.
All the pent-up need I’ve tried to push down and ignore comes rushing out. All those nights I’ve spent dreaming of her, missing her so badly that my chest felt hollow. I can’t hold back any of it any longer.
I drive into her, fucking her hard and fast, filling the apartment with the sound. She holds tightly to my neck, her breasts bouncing and her expression shifting with each thrust. Every minute since she left has felt like an eternity, but now that we’re together like this again, it’s as if she never left.
My cock remembers the exact feel of her tight wetness, the way her soaked pussy squeezes me on instinct every time I pull away from her, trying to reclaim my cock as if she can’t live without it.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I grunt over the sound of our labored breathing, plunging into her again.
Her mouth falls open as her head tips backward, and she looks so beautiful like this that I fuck her harder, drawing out the sounds that I love so damn much. Whimpers turn to moans, growing louder and louder as she holds nothing back.
My fingers dig into her ass, my nostrils flaring as I devour her with my gaze. “That’s right, heartbreaker,” I urge. “Scream for me. Let the whole neighborhood know I’m here. That your man is here. I want them to hear you come for me.”
“Fuck!” she cries, her nails raking down my back and pulling me deeper into her. “Sawyer! Please!”
“Give. It. To. Me,” I growl, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
Whatever other words were caught in her throat tumble out as whimpers instead, until they build into another scream and she goes rigid in my arms. I feel her pussy spasming aroundme, milking me, but I force myself not to come with her until she’s finished. I want to fuck her all the way through her orgasm before I even think about mine.
I almost make it, but watching her face and feeling her come on my cock is too much to stand. I thrust into her again just as I tip over the edge, my body tensing up as my cum floods her.
“Yes, Sawyer. Yes…”
Her voice is strained and breathless in my ear, and she strokes the back of my head with her hand, sliding her fingers through my hair. My eyes fall shut, my jaw clenching as I rest my forehead against the crook of her neck and her shoulder.
When the pleasure finally starts to ebb away, I slump against her, my chest heaving. She peppers my neck with kisses, her hand still stroking my hair. Eventually, our breathing syncs and the rest of the room and the world fades away. If I wasn’t still so hungry for her, I could easily fall asleep holding each other just like this. But the thought makes me realize I still have her pinned against the door.
“Where’s the bedroom?” I murmur against her warm skin.
“Behind you,” she says, pointing even though I can’t see it.
Without pulling out of her, I pull her away from the door and turn to carry her through the living room to an open doorway that I assume leads to the bedroom. Inside, I find a queen-sized bed, and I lay her down on it without pulling out. There’s nothing that could make me want to separate our bodies right now.