Page 104 of Holy Hearts


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Because I’m sure as fuck hard as a rock.

“And?” I ask, running a hand up her thigh.

“And,” she answers, almost breathless, “I don’t even know what happened, to be honest. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

A low growl settles in my chest as I run my hand up her thigh, only to find her knickers already wet.

It ignites a smoldering ember of possessiveness. I want to hear every detail, want her to spell it out piece by piece, but somewhere in the back of my mind, a question lingers. Is it the dominance I crave, or the reassurance that I still hold something Kai doesn’t?

“Tell me everything.” She gasps as I lightly run a finger over her seam, and when a full-body shudder works through her, I chuckle. “Go on, Soph. What happened after you found him swimming laps?”

She whimpers when I add a bit of pressure, and I have to press myself farther into the chair so as not to grind my cock against her arse.

“I sat down on the edge, and he told me…” She trails off, a blush forming on her cheeks. “He told me to lift my dress and spread my legs. He didn’t—he didn’t give me an option. And then he put his fingers inside of me.”

I feel something white-hot flash through me at her words, my cock feels heavy—aching. I don’t speak. I only wait for her to continue.

“He told me to hold my breath. So I did, but it didn’t work at first. I was too nervous. He went down on me at the same time, and then he made me lose control of everything I thought I knew,” she finishes, face red as she looks at me.

I take in her words, imagining how she must’ve looked spread out before him on the pool deck. It’s better than the different fantasies I’d been thinking up before she walked through the door.

“Also, he said, ‘Do you think Julian will recognize the taste of my mouth after I send you home?’”

A low, guttural groan breaks free from my chest, and before I know it, I’m lifting her off my lap and setting her down on the floor as I hover over her.

“Hm. That sounds like a challenge,” I purr, nudging her dress up as I fumble with my belt.

“There’s my territorial husband,” she whispers, smiling up at me.

I unzip my trousers, freeing my cock. Before I enter her, though, I swipe a finger through her folds, bringing it to my lips and sucking. Her eyes glaze over, and I don’t give her any sort of warning before I drive into her. My hand curls near her head, and I drop my chin as my mouth falls open. It feels like she’s suctioning me into her, and my whole body shudders as soon as I’m fully sheathed in her tight heat.

“Fuuuck, pet. You’re so wet.”

She moans, shifting her hips slightly so that I can push in another inch. My arms shake at the sensation of being inside of her just an hour after Kai had his mouth on her—I might actually come too soon.

“Well? Are you going to sit there, or are you going to fuck me?” she asks.

Grunting, I wrap a hand around her throat as I pull out. She gasps, waiting for me to push back into her, but I press the tip of my cock against her instead, not giving her the satisfaction yet.

“Did you come?” I ask, bending down and sucking on the space between her collarbone and ear.

“Y-yes,” she stutters, her nails trailing underneath my shirt as she scratches me.

“How many times?” I ask, my tongue laving against her soft, delicate skin.

“O-once,” she mutters.

“And did you like being dominated by him?”

“Yes,” she sighs, throwing her head back even farther.

I thrust into her, and she gasps, letting out a low, loud moan. It reverberates through me, and I lift myself up to get a better look at her from my knees. Pulling her hips up, I rest the backs of her thighs on mine, holding her close and angled up as I continue fucking her.

“God, yes, that angle is divine,” she says through clenched teeth. She tries to roll her hips, but I hold her down. Biting her lower lip, she looks up at me and gives me a bratty, little smile. “Harder, please.”

Gritting my teeth, I fuck her with zero abandon. I’m so rough that we actually move across the carpet, and the slapping sound mingled with her loud groans… it’s too much.

Especially when I take my thumb and begin to swirl her wetness—or Kai’s saliva?—through her folds.