Page 76 of Until I Shatter
“Please what?” he murmurs against my skin, his breath a warm caress. “Tell me what you want, Aria. I want to hear you say it.”
“You,” I breathe, the word a ragged, desperate plea. “Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”
He chuckles, a low, dark, possessive sound. “As you wish.”
He takes my nipple into his mouth, and the sensation is a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that shoots straight to my core. He sucks hard, a pulling pressure that makes me gasp, my hips lifting off the bed in a silent, pleading invitation. His other hand comes up to my other breast, his fingers rolling and pinching the peak, a twin point of pleasure-pain that makes my head swim.
Afterwards we lie tangled together, my head on his chest, his arm holding me tight. His heart beats a steady, powerful rhythm beneath my ear. The locket is cool against my skin, nestled between us.
I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head. I look up at him, at the man who tore down his own world to build one for me.
“The world tried to break us,” I whisper, my hand coming up to touch his face.
He leans into my touch, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He looks at the locket, then back at me, his eyes full of a love as fierce and possessive as his rage ever was.
“It just taught us how to build a better one.”
