Page 72 of Shattered Oaths

“Hmm,” I groan at the image below me. “So fucking pretty like this.”

Bella blinks at me innocently, her face flushed, nipples hard as stone and I don’t miss the way her thighs clench, no doubt seeking some relief.

I cock a brow, a smirk teasing my lips. “Need some relief?”

“Yes,” Bella whimpers, and I line my cock back up with her mouth, my smile widening when she opens and sucks me back in instantly.

I hit the back of her throat once again before pulling back and repeating. She takes it all, her eyes never straying as her hands hold onto my thighs for stability.

“Touch yourself for me, Bells.”

Without hesitation, one of her hands leaves my thigh and moves straight to her breast, pinching her nipples between manicured fingers.

I shake my head, my hips snapping back and forth as I fuck her face. “Your pussy, Bella.”

Like the good fucking girl she is, her hand leaves her tits and moves down between her thighs. She uses her middle finger to draw small circles over her clit, and she moans around my length, the sound sending vibrations straight to my balls.

“Fuck, do that again,” I order, my voice raw.

She does and my knees almost buckle at how fucking good it feels.

The hand between her thighs moves quicker and she adds another finger to the mix, coating them in her own wetness as she closes her eyes.

“Ah, ah,” I tsk. “Eyes on me, doll.”

Her cloudy eyes snap up to mine, and I stroke her head affectionately as I pull out of her mouth, giving her a brief reprieve to draw in a deep breath before slamming back in.

This time, she gags, and drool falls from the corners of her lips, and I catch it with my thumbs, smearing it across her face.

The telltale tingle starts at the base of my spine when she circles her tongue over the tip and I pull out abruptly, my hands wrapping around the back of her thighs as I flip her onto her back.

My chest aches, heart galloping behind my rib cage and I slow down my movements as I stare down at the woman beneath me. I in no way deserve to touch her like this. I most definitely don’t deserve the open trust shining in those stormy eyes.

She’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My voice is hoarse but soft with the emotion coursing through me and the moment Bella’s eyes find mine, I know she can hear it.

She swallows, and I’m drawn to the way her neck works.

Lining the head of my dick up with her entrance, I take her hands in mine, holding them above her head as I slowly push in.

She gasps, attention never straying from mine as I fill her slowly. Her walls clench around me and I hiss out a harsh breath at the tightness. “So fucking perfect.” I mumble, mostly to myself.

“Noah,” she whimpers, her legs shaking around me.

“I know, baby,” I whisper, burying myself to the hilt.

Snapping my hips back, I draw out, only to push back in again, my pace slow and torturous. My lips trace a line along the bottom of her jaw, over her cheek and to her mouth where she opens, her tongue darting out to tangle with mine. I taste myself on her and a growl rumbles in my chest as I fuck her slowly, dragging out the feeling of being inside of her for as long as possible.

Bella moans into my mouth, our hands still clutched above her head.

Something feels different this time around as I move inside of her. There’s a tightness in my chest that wasn’t there the last time we fucked. A softness in my movements that I’ve never had with anyone else. The way our tongues move in tandem with one another is intimate in ways I never knew it could be.

And then it hits me.

It’s because what we’re doing isn’t fucking at all.

It’s something way, way deeper than that.