Page 29 of Broken Strings

"I love that," she whispers. "You always did that."

"I don't do it. It just happens. As soon as you touch me, my body just fucking reacts."

"Mine too. It's like everything inside me starts straining toward you, desperate for you." She slips her hand up higher, her bottom lip quivering as she feels the edge of a scar beneath her fingers. "I hate what they did to you."

"You don't have to touch them, baby. You don't even have to look at them."

Her gaze flies to mine, her eyes wide. "That's not what I meant," she whispers, her expression stricken. She leans down, pressing a fervent kiss to the scar.

I choke out a breath, my heart clenched in a vise as she runs her lips over every inch of it. And then she seeks out the next, doing the same damn thing. Every scar she finds, she spills her love across, leaving me wrecked and trembling beneath her, clinging to sanity by the skin of my teeth.

Only when she's finished does she lift her head, her watery eyes meeting mine. "I meant I hate that they hurt you," she whispers. "Not that I hate looking at you. These are a reminder that you survived. They shatter my heart, but seeing them…it means you're here, Grayson. That's what I think when I see them. That you're here."

"Jesus," I whisper, my throat tight.

And then she squeezes my cock again, stroking me through my pants. I buck my hips into her hand, greedy and eager despite the intensity of the moment. Perhaps because of the intensity of the moment. I don't fucking know. All I know is that she's got her hand on me, and I can't think straight.

I lose the ability to think at all when she dips her head, wrapping her lips around me through my jeans.

"Ah, fuck," I groan, spearing my hand into her hair. "You're killing me, baby."

"Not yet," she whispers, pulling back to tug my zipper down. "I haven't even started killing you yet."

Jesus H. Christ. I'm not going to survive this. I know I'm not.

She pulls my dick out, freeing it from the confines of my boxers, and I stop fucking breathing. The head is red and swollen, beading with precum…as fucking desperate for her as the rest of me. Moreso. He had a single taste yesterday, just enough to remind him what he's been missing for all these years.

She nuzzles her cheek against my shaft, rubbing the silky skin over her face like she's relishing the feel of it. I groan at the sight, my fingers flexing in her hair as I watch her, transfixed.

She turns her head, her lips parting. Slowly, torturously slow, she wraps her lips around the head, pulling my cock into her hot, wet mouth.

"Mina!" I shout, the sensation sending lightning bolts of pleasure surging through my body. Goddamn. I missed her mouth. I missed everything about this.

My mind reels as she moans like she's in heaven and shifts positions, taking me deeper into that perfect fucking mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the slit, before she sucks me in even further.

"Fucking perfect mouth," I groan, feeling like I'm levitating five feet above the bed. I wrap her long hair around my fist, holding it back from her face so I can watch as she bobs up and down on my cock.

Christ, the visual is almost as good as the feel of her mouth on me. Almost. She looks like a goddamn angel with my dick in her mouth. A naughty, wicked angel.

Her green eyes sparkle with desire as they meet mine. Her plump lips stretch obscenely around my girth as she takes me to the back of her throat again and again.

"It feels so fucking good, baby," I rasp. "So fucking good." She doesn't suck me. She makes love to my cock, worshipping it with her lips and tongue. Little moans vibrate around my shaft as she works her magic on me, like she's enjoying this as much as I am.

I'm in heaven. Absolute fucking heaven.

My head falls back against the pillow as the most intense pleasure I've ever felt washes over me. Every inch of my body is on fire, my skin crackling with electricity. My abs clench, and my thighs shake as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.

"Baby, I'm gonna come if you keep that up," I rasp, giving her hair a gentle tug.

She releases me with a soft pop, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking me from root to tip. "That's the idea," she says.

A broken groan tumbles from my lips. She's trying to ruin me, to break me.

Christ, it's working.

She dips her head again, sucking me to the back of her throat with a greedy little whimper.

"Fuck, just like that," I groan, my voice hoarse and wrecked. It doesn't even sound like me. "Don't stop, Mina. Please don't fucking stop." I'm begging, fucking pleading with her to wreck me. To ruin me with that perfect little mouth. I need it more than I need air at this point.