Heart of Stone - Book 2: Hearts Collide
Chapter 25 - Aubree (Part 3) **STEAMY**

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. She resorted to rubbing her hips against his. The ache within her was burning, 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. 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.

“You know I can’t.”

He could, she knew he could. The grumble of lust in his heavy voice sent a thrill through her core as she squeezed her eyes shut. The ache within her intensified, causing her to moan and whimper as she panted for air to fill her burning lungs.

His voice rumbled through the haze as he called her name again. She could pick up on the urgency in his tone, but despite that, the mere sound of his voice saying her name only fueled the blaze consuming her body as she writhed under him.

“It hurts,” she whined in a whisper as she attempted to lift her hips, pressing back against his hand on her abdomen. The pressure was building under his touch. If his hand would slip lower… “Please.”

His throat rumbled, the vibrations coursing through her. “How?” he asked roughly. “How can I ease your pain?”

Releasing her lower body, he slipped his hand under her head and pressed his lips to hers. Moaning in rapture, she kissed him back fervently as she arched her back, pulling back only when she needed air.

“Touch me there.”

There. Where the burning ache was so strong it was driving her insane.

Relaxing his grip on her hands, he let her guide his hand to the opening of her jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them before taking his hand again. He exhaled a shaky breath as his eyes followed her movements. She pressed his hot palm against her bare stomach under her navel and guided him under her panties.

“Here,” she said in a gasp, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe. “Take off my jeans and touch me here.”

Before he could pull away, she withdrew her hand from his and reached up to take his face between her palms and pulled him down to kiss him with every ounce of intensity that screamed through her body so he could feel how strongly she needed him to do this.

If he wouldn’t have sex with her until after they visited the Spirit Walker, surely he could pleasure her this way?

“Please,” she moaned again.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he clenched his eyes shut as a ripple of desire shuddered through him. She felt it waver through his touch as she laced her fingers through his hair and lifted her chin up to grasp his lips.

Her senses were clouding under a magnitude of lust like she’d never experienced before. She grappled for control, to be aware of what was going on and present in the moment, but her entire being was consumed with a fervor so hot, so carnal, that she didn’t know how to.

Pulling his hand from her pants, he tugged them down. Drawing himself up, he climbed off her to remove them completely and he stared at her in her red lace bra and panties, her shirt hanging open off her shoulders.

She shuddered under his lust-filled gaze as he tore his eyes from her body and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the floor.

Returning to her, he said in a firm, deep voice, “Aubree, I need to draw your blood to stay in control.”

A noise of impatience crept up her throat as she reached for the zipper of his jeans.

He swatted her hand away with a low growl. “No. This is for you.”

Taking her hand in his, he pressed the tip of her index finger first to his lips before pressing the sharp, pointed tip of the dagger into it, just enough to draw blood. She barely noticed the prick as she watched his nose wrinkle in a grimace.

After squeezing her finger gently between his, he pressed her fingertip to the sensitive spots on both shoulders to prevent him from biting her.

She was too wound up to even care at this point. Too consumed in the hot fiery haze, she struggled with simply breathing. She closed her eyes, feeling his weight on the bed shift as he settled down on his side next to her. Turning, she opened her eyes and saw him prop his head up with his elbow while his right hand caressed her cheek.

Holding her gaze with his own heated one, he pressed his thumb to the cushion of her bottom lip. The intensity behind his deep, dark blues not only reflected his utmost desires but the control he had over them as well.

Turning on her side, she grasped for him, but he urged her down on her back. She made another little noise from within, but she didn’t have long to wait before he lowered his hand to the center of her chest, under her bra and between her breasts. She arched her back into his touch as he caressed her hot skin down to her navel, and slowed as he made his way down under her panties.

She inhaled sharply as he hooked his finger around her panties, and pulled them down, inch by inch. Lifting her bottom off the bed, he eased her legs out before throwing the panties across the room. Pressing her back down on the bed, he painstakingly moved his hand up her thigh.

Little begging whimpers uttered from within her as she angled her body toward him and wrapped her leg around his hip. This time, he didn’t push her back down, but the pressure he applied on her thigh kept her at a bit of a distance. She wanted him closer, wanted to be against him, but he remained firm when she struggled.

His name tumbled from her lips—his invitation to enter her.

Despite squeezing her eyes shut, she could feel his gaze burning through her as he slipped his finger inside like she’d shown him.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

When he entered her, the ache within slipped away as pleasure filled its place. He moved gently at first, responding to the commands of her body, before slowly pushing her closer and closer to the edge of absolute pleasure.

He wouldn’t release her until she came, she knew, and that moment neared with each determined thrust of his fingers.

Approaching her climax, she moaned his name over and over until she could take it no more and the pleasure exploded within her. She whimpered between pants as the euphoria held her, still connected, and pulsing with Stone still within her.

He withdrew his hand as her mind began to clear and she descended from her high. She couldn’t believe how powerful it had been—and it had merely been his fingers that brought her to such heights. It was unlike any sex she’d ever had with Dan.

And he did it without biting her.

Elation and pride filled her as she tilted her head up to gaze into his eyes, as his voice, low and husky, called her name.

His blue eyes were so dark, they were almost black in color.

Her heart skipped a beat. The way he looked at her was animalistic, hungry with primal urges. His muscles were taut as if struggling to remain still. If her mind had been clearer, perhaps she’d be afraid, but she wasn’t. Reaching up, she touched his cheek, feeling the heat radiate off his skin as he squeezed his eyes shut with a groan. Catching her hand, he pulled it down to the bulge in his pants and she could feel him battling the beast while aching for his own release.

She reacted on instinct, knowing that he needed his turn, otherwise he could lose control.

Without hesitation, she unzipped his pants and tugged them down to his knees. Trying not to stare, she turned her attention to easing his own pleasure-induced pain.

Pulling himself back up to the headboard, he reached up and gripped it tightly over his head as he clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut.

That was when she noticed the dagger resting next to him. Snatching it up, she pressed it to her fingertip again to draw a little more blood and waved her finger under his nose. The muscles in his face and body relaxed a little before she smeared the blood on her shoulders over the older blood.

“Stay with me, Stone.” She set the blade down and settled next to him.

He grunted to let her know that he was still maintaining control, if only a smidge.

His desire flooded over her as she took his hefty cock in her hand, and all she wanted to do was straddle him and plunge him deep inside her hot, slick center. Instead, she stroked him, softly at first, then began to pick up speed as he groaned.

He was close, so close, it was there on the tip and needed some coaxing.

Looking up, she saw his face contort in pleasure as his knuckles whitened against the wooden headboard. A wave of possessiveness washed over her at the sight of him enjoying her touch.

Only she could touch him like this. Only she could bring him such pleasure.

And she wanted to make him squirm in ecstasy under the power she felt building up within her.

When he came, he grunted as tremors shook him, and he bit down on his bicep—the bite she would have received had she been closer—as his nostrils flared and his face twisted in a painful grimace.

Sitting frozen in place, she waited for his body to relax, for him to release his grip on his arm, for his eyes to open and assure her that he was back to himself.

After a few tense moments, he relaxed and pulled his teeth away from his arm. The pierced skin healed in a few seconds as he exhaled a shuddering breath and sank back in the bed. He was still breathing hard, but when he opened his eyes, he gazed back at her in a bright blue-eyed daze.

She moved tentatively toward him and he held his arms open for her, a hint of a smile tugging on his lips.

On cue, she dove into them and snuggled into his warm embrace as the last of his tremors vibrated through him.