Broken Charms

Same Mistakes: Part Six

(a/n) this chapter and the next one are graphic, containing the erotic scene. If someone isn't confortable reading something like that i suggest to skip to Part Eight. Thank You! 

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

Astrid

I  followed  his  lead  and  slipped  my  fingertips  into  the  curls   at  the  base  of  his  scalp. Hi s  other  hand  slid  from  my  hip  to  the  small   of  my  back  and  snuck  underneath  my tee.  His  hands  pressed  into  my  skin,  and  I  was  taken  back  to  the  night  he’d  treated my injuries, and how badly I had wanted to do this then.

Hi s face tipped down toward mine, and he breathed, “Astrid.” There was hesitancy laden in hi s voice, and I knew what he was thinking. He was about to get noble. He was going   to pull   some  shit  about  this not being  good  for me or me  needing   time  or  whatever .  He was over thinking   something   that was so simple.

S o I made it simpler for him. I shifted up on my toes and kissed him. His resistance must have been thin, because he was kissing me back immediately. The  hand  under  my  shirt  slid  farther  up  my  back  until   his  fingers  met  my  bra  strap. He used that arm to pull me up onto my tiptoes. It lined up our hips perfectly, and I moaned into hi s mouth.

He kissed like he lived—perfectly.  Hi s  mouth  searched  mine  feverishly  and thoroughly ,  like  he  needed  to  taste  every  part  of  me.  Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses. This kiss was a slow burn that had me squirming against him, ready to beg   for more. He  pl aced  a  light  peck  on my mouth,  and  then  nipped my  bottom  lip.

Hi s  mouth  pressed  harder  against  mine,  and  the  kiss  crescendoed   into  something fierce and addicting . Even  though  I  didn’t  want  to,  I  broke  away  to  breathe.  Hi s  lips  dropped  to  my neck  instead,  where  he  kissed  and  bit  and  sucked,  driving   me  wild. All   the  feeling in  my  body  was  concentrated  on  the  area  where  our  bodies  intersected,  so  that  the rest  of  me  felt  weak  and   lifeless  by  comparison. My  leg s  shook,  and  for  the  second time, he was the only thing  holding  me together.

Last time it had been because I was in pain.

The  only  pain  I  felt  now  came  from  the  ache  in  the  pi t  of  my  belly  that  wanted more. I pulled his head up from my neck and pressed my forehead to his. I  wondered  if  my  eyes  looked  as  dilated  as  his.  There was a good chance that he would say no, but I was too far gone to care about rejection.

“You know your hotel is close by, right?” I’d been prepared for a fight.  I  thought  he would  shoot  me  down,  but  hi s  eyes searched  my  face  for  a  few  seconds,  which  was  a  few  seconds  too  long   for  my liking .

Then he nodded, and my uterus did the butterfly or possibly the running man. I kissed him again because I could. I’d meant it to be qui ck, but his hands cupped my  face,  and  he  kissed  me  hard.  I  fisted  my  hands  in  his  shirt  and  prayed  that  his hotel was just around the corner.

When he broke away, hi s voice was husky. “I can’t say no to you.”

Perfect.

“Then don’t.”