Page 170 of The Heart You Kept

“What are you doing?” I cry as I lose control. “Give it to me.”

He holds my legs back and slams in hard, all the way. I’m stretched open to the hilt.

He’s big….

“Oh.” The air is knocked from my lungs as my eyes widen, I forgot his size.

Damn….

Then he’s riding me hard, fucking me with wild abandon. The couch begins to hit the wall with force, slamming loudly against the plaster.

A picture falls off the adjacent wall and comes crashing down, but it doesn’t halt him.

He doesn’t falter.

“So fucking good,” he moans, there’s no stopping him now. He’s locked on to his only goal, his body chasing the ultimate goal.

Orgasm.

My body ripples around his and I scream out as I am hit with a freight train of ecstasy.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He slams into me and holds himself deep, I feel the jerk of his cock deep inside of me as his body empties into mine.

He falls over me as we both gasp for air, wet with perspiration. Our bodies still connected. “You’re an animal,” I pant.

He smiles as he pulls me up by the hand. “You turn me into one.” Then he kisses me, his lips take mine as he holds my face in his hands. It’s slow and tender, loving.

Intimacy runs through us like a river and oh…. I’ve missed him.

“Nobody makes me feel like you do,” I murmur.

He smiles against my lips as his fingers drop and part the lips of my sex. “You’re about to feel it again.”

EDWARD

Tangled in the blankets, she lies in my arms. Naked and vulnerable and every bit as beautiful, if not even more beautiful than before.

She was hard to leave back then, even harder to find.

Impossible to forget.

And now, like a sorceress, she holds me even deeper under her spell.

I kiss her temple and hold her close against my body, my lips rest against her forehead as she sleeps. Her breasts are up against my chest and I can’t let go of her to sleep because I’m craving this new emotion she’s given me a glimpse of.

A special kind of magic that only she has.

Whatever it is…I feel out of my depth, like I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute. With no idea of where I’m going to land or how hard I’m going to hit the ground.

There’s only one thing I do know for sure: I’m spiraling out of control.

ALORA

I wake to the sound of the shower going, and I lie in the darkness for a while to try and get my bearings.

I don’t think we slept for more than an hour all night. He took me again and again until we both had nothing left to give.

And now…well, the world is just ruined, because where do you go after a night like that with a man like him? If this doesn’t work…I can’t imagine how I’m ever going to recover.