Page 211 of Fractured Fate

She looked down at herself and then smiled, rising up to her knees and changing position to lay on her back. When she ran her hands over the bottom of her breasts and across her nipples, watching him, he groaned. But when she rested her hands on the tops of her breasts, pushing them together with her arms bent on the outside of each one, he nearly came hands-free. He squeezed the base of his shaft to calm himself.

He wasn’t about to decline an invitation like this.

Climbing onto the bed to straddle her torso, he spit into his palm, slicking up his shaft before sliding between the heat of her breasts.

Heaven.

He finally knew where it existed.

His hands came up to move her arms away, taking their place as he slowly slid his leaking shaft through the valley of her breasts. She moaned when he tightened his grip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh that wrapped his cock in a greedy embrace.

His thrusts grew harder, his balls dragging across her skin, increasing the pleasure of the moment.

Her hands closed over his, pressing down, encouraging him not to be gentle. He growled. He loved that she liked it as untamed as he did. His grip tightened and she arched her neck, moaning and dropping her hands to squeeze the covers.

Before he reached a point he couldn’t stop, he slowed his thrusts and pulled away, climbing off her.

Her fingers trailed over her breasts and through the trail of stickiness he left behind. He cursed when she slid three fingers into her mouth, eyes locked on his as she tasted his natural lubricant.

It made him almost regret not fucking her breasts to completion—almost.

He wanted his cum inside her.

He wanted to fill her and mark her with his seed in a way no man ever had.

He understood the risks associated with having sex without a condom, even if she took birth control. It wasn’t one hundred percent, and he didn’t care. The idea of creating a life that was part of both of them made him feel things he never thought he could.

Fuck, I want that.

But not now.

As much as he would love it, he wanted her to achieve her dreams first. But as soon as she was ready, their home would be filled with children’s laughter.

“Aiden?”

He blinked away his thoughts and looked at her. She bit at her lip and looked at him in confusion.

“Sorry. I was thinking about the future.” He crawled over her, kissing over her belly until he reached her lips, laying a soft kiss there.

“What about it?”

“About what it would be like to have an army of kids with you.”

He laughed when her eyes went comically wide.

“Not now,” he said, kissing her nose. “One day.” Rising up on his knees, he settled between her legs. “Are you ready for this? There’s no turning back. No reversing it once it’s done.”

As confident as he sounded and acted when he took her to bed, he couldn’t deny the sliver of insecurity and doubt that crept in. If she rejected him now, he didn’t know what he would do.

“I told you; I love you. I’m ready for this. Ready for more than I can even have right now. Trust me.”

Without another word, not allowing further doubt to slip in, he braced one hand on the pillow beside her head, lined up his cock with her entrance, and slid home on the first push.

“You’re so wet,” he said, voice rough with need. “So wet and so tight. I don’t know if I’m going to last long this time.”

The teasing never made it this difficult before, but she’d never said she loved him before either. It tested his resolve. Hearing her say she loved him while experiencing her feelings through their bond, knowing what sensations were connected to that word that he would always recognize now when he felt it from her, heightened every bit of pleasure this entire act brought him.

Knowing they were about to seal their bond had his balls drawing up until he wanted to combust.