Heart of Stone: R-Rated Scenes

Heart of Stone (Part II) - Chapter 24

Song: "Crazy in Love" by Beyoncé (50 Shades of Grey OST)

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[Heart of Stone (Part II) - Chapter 24: Part 2] 
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His hands were in her hair, then sliding down her neck, her shoulders. She struggled to breathe as the heat from his touch seared over her flesh. Down, down, his palms roamed until they were on her breasts. Her nipples pebbled within her bra, and she wanted nothing more than for those hands to rip the fabric from her chest and press themselves against her wanting skin.

Panting, he pulled away as he planted hot, wet kisses down her neck. "Your turn."

She arched her back, driving her hips against his, as her arms reached around to grip his back. His husky words barely registered in her mind as it spun. The dagger, forgotten.

"What?"

Her voice was breathless and she whimpered as he continued to suck on the curve of her neck. She dug her fingers into his T-shirt as her heart raced, her blood boiled, and her core burned for more.

"To take control. I'm releasing mine."

He turned and threw her down on the bed before climbing on top of her, capturing her lips with his again as his hands slid up under her shirt.

She couldn't fathom what he was demanding. He was on top of her, touching her body in a way she'd been aching for weeks for him to do, kissing her so hungrily—and he wanted her to stop it?

She didn't want to stop. She wanted more. She wanted to feel his naked body against hers. His hot mouth on her breasts. Feel him inside her.

She cried out, unable to contain the force of her need for him. Her body was screaming for him to take her. She was hot, wet, and pulsing for him to connect with her.

"Stone, please," she begged as she dug her fingers into his back.

He ripped her shirt open and his mouth was on her chest, sucking her collar bone as his hands tugged her bra down far enough to reveal one heaving peak. Lifting her breast into his mouth elicited another gut-gripping moan of pleasure from her body.

"Aubree," he warned, his voice heavy, thick, and dark. "Now."

She heard what he was saying. Heard what needed to be done, but every inch of her fought against her ability to stop what she wanted. What she needed.

"No," she rasped, reaching for the button of his jeans and popping it open.

Growling, he grasped her hands and pinned them over her head.

"Aubree, listen to me," he commanded in a firm and even tone. "You lost control. Regain it. Calm down."

Wriggling under him, she tried to pull free of his grip but realized she was no match against his strength. He was much stronger than her. She resorted to rubbing her hips against his, taking delight in the evident swelling of his manhood underneath. The ache within her was burning so intensely, she needed him to put out the fire.

Groaning, he gripped both of her hands with one and pressed gently, but firmly down on her abdomen with the other while he hoisted himself on his knees for better leverage.

"Aubree," he said again. "Stop it."

"Please," she begged. "Stone, please."

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Oh God, yes."

Gazing up into his darkened eyes, she could see him struggling to maintain control. She could feel his desire crashing over her in waves, pulling her in, then pushing her out, and back again as he fought against it.