Felice
Felice turned to her Pierce again, her eyes wandering over his face. There was considerably less strain in him now that he was sleeping properly, in a proper bed. The sun hadn’t even set yet by the time he’d curled against her and passed out, leaving her unwilling to move and not tired enough to sleep herself. She pulled her book off of the hotel’s side table and started to read, taking breaks by watching TV. She could have gotten up, could have found something to do, but the thought of being apart for Pierce for even that short amount of time made her stay put.
Bored as she was, Felice remained, watching Pierce’s face as he dreamed. He seemed to be grateful to her, but it was nearly impossible to get a read on how he was feeling while he slept. What would he do now with his newfound freedom? After they cleared him of all of his charges, if they cleared him of his charges, where would he go? Would he want to be with Felice, or would he want his life here back? What if he had to serve time for running from the police or something else?
Questions with no answers filled up her mind, making her wish Pierce would wake. Perhaps he could answer them for her. If she had the nerve to ask.
The next time she looked down at him, Felice noticed that Pierce’s eyes were open. He hadn’t moved or changed position or his breathing pattern, but he was definitely awake. She blinked down at him, her eyes searching his face for some hint of his thoughts.
“How long was I out?” he slurred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes like a child. Felice’s heart swelled in her breast at the sound of his voice.
“Not long; just an hour or two. You can go back to sleep if you would like.”
Pierce didn’t seem to hear her. “I’m surprised you’re still here. Don’t you have a store back in Nevada to run?”
“My mother is running the shop for us while Jennifer and I are here. She can handle it for a while.”
“Jennifer came with you?”
Felice nodded. “Moral support. She’s heading home tomorrow to get back to the store. Kenneth is flying back tonight to get back to his business after helping out. So it will be just the two of us for a while.”
“You want to stay here?”
Felice laughed as Pierce pulled her a little closer, his arms still wrapped around her hips. “Of course not; you’re hometown is awful. It’s rained twice since I got here. I don’t know how you deal with it. I want my desert back,” she said, then sighed, her face becoming serious. “But you are here, so I will remain as long as you want me to.”
Pierce sat up next to Felice, his hand coming to rest on her face. “I don’t want you to stay here if you hate it.”
Felice’s heart skipped a beat at the contact, and she kept her eyes locked with his. Every inch of that beautiful face was beloved, and she was having a hard time keeping her heart inside of her ribcage. It kept banging against her skin so hard, she had to put a hand over to it keep it contained. “Thank you, but no thanks. I’m sticking around.”
“Stubborn,” Pierce said, a smile on his beautiful mouth.
“Nothing like a pot calling a kettle black, Pierce.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look severe, but her smile kept poking out around her serious expression.
Leaping forward like a hunter launching itself at prey, Pierce kissed her, hard and hungry. Lighting spilled through her veins, her whole body filling with electrical static that shook every inch of her. What was it about Pierce that filled her with longing so acute that it stung?
Running his hands over her body like it was new, Pierce slid his tongue between her teeth, electricity spilling from his mouth to her body. They curled closer to one another, their bodies tangling up like vines. It was there as she kissed him, as she ran her fingers over his skin again that Felice realized what she must have known all along.
She was in love with him.
Tears pricked the edges of her green eyes, threatening to spill over as Pierce rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists to the bed as he kissed her. There was so much passion in that kiss that Felice couldn’t breathe. She clung to him, her hands burying in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Any second, he could be dragged away from her, leaving her alone again. That thought tore through her like a knife, leaving her bleeding and in pain.
But Pierce slid between her thighs, and the insistent grinding of his hips against her through their clothing was enough to shut those thoughts off. For now, at least.
Crying out against his mouth, Felice gasped as her bad boy kissed down her chin, his lips teasing their way down her neck to her favorite spot right behind her earlobe. Gasping, Felice dug her nails into his shirt, pulling on the fabric so hard she was surprised when it didn’t rip.
Arching her body, Felice pressed the line of her body to his. She couldn’t bring herself to say it, but she tried to convey it in every inch of her skin pressed against him.
I love you. I love you. I love you, Pierce Normandy.
Moving with him, Felice moaned, feeling every inch of his hard, throbbing manhood through the fabric of both of their jeans against her pussy. Her thighs wrapped harder around him, trying to pull him through the fabrics and into her. She wanted to be joined with him, to feel the only man she’d ever loved inside of her again; then she could be complete.
But Pierce was determined to take his time, driving her completely mad. Even though it had only been a few days, it felt like weeks since they were together last, like years since the Gala. Like lifetimes since he’d been dragged out of the dance hall and out of her life.
Pierce slid a hand under her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. She’d worn one of his favorite bras, knowing how he looked whenever he saw it. Felice was not disappointed; his eyes ran over the mostly see-through, cut-out bra like he was starving and it was a feast. A shiver went through Felice’s body, embers setting fire to her already soaking panties.
With a wicked smile on his mouth, Pierce bent over her, kissing her willing flesh. Gasping, Felice closed her eyes, trying to memorize the feel of his mouth tracing the lines of the cutouts. She pressed her hips harder against his with a quick thrust, making them both moan in anticipation for what was coming next.
The hook for the bra was in the front, and Pierce was drawn to it like a magnet. Her breasts sprung free of their prison, and she watched as Pierce’s eyes grew dark with desire. It pulled on something low in her belly.
“I have never met anyone as beautiful as you,” Pierce whispered, his eyes filled with her. Her heart trembled inside of her ribcage as his ran his eyes over every inch of her, studying the territory he was about to plunder. There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, something just under his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Instead, he let his lips and fingers do the talking.
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Pierce
Pierce slid two fingers inside of the hot, throbbing pussy of the only person in the world he’d ever loved, taking immense pleasure in watching her howl his name. Felice’s fingernails dug into his shoulders, pulling hard on him. Her eyes were pressed closed, tears leaking out of the edges of her eyes and she mewled his name like a mantra.
There was something different about her since she’d come to rescue him from jail. Something deeply sad and quiet that made her go for long moments without speaking. She wasn’t acting like herself, and Pierce had an idea of why. He decided to turn to her body for the truth; she might not want to tell him directly, but her skin wouldn’t lie.
Felice was in love with him.
The knowledge set fire to his blood, and it boiled over. Pierce couldn’t keep his hands off of this beautiful woman, her emerald eyes filled with love and desire. She was everything he had ever wanted, everything he needed. And, for the moment at least, she was entirely his.
Pierce slipped down her body, his mouth coming to join his fingers at her pussy. He knew every spot she loved to be kissed, licked, and suckled. His fingers plowed into her willing body, so wet and slick with desire. The salt and cinnamon flavor of her was like a drug on his tongue. Her fingers dug into the sheets on either side of her head as he dove in, running his tongue along every inch of her, his fingers sliding in and out of her with a slow, teasing pace. Pierce rolled his tongue around the delicate pearl of her clit, feeling his body harden almost unbearably as she writhed under his caresses.
But he kept at it; he wanted to claim her body, even if he couldn’t claim her future. His fingers slipped inside of her, spreading and filling her up. Pierce’s mouth teased and caressed her, watching with pleasure as she trembled with every touch.
Throwing her head back, Felice cried out, her voice rough with desire, her body tightening hard around Pierce’s fingers. But even her climax didn’t stop him; he kept eating her out, his tongue running along every fold and curve of her dripping pussy. Felice arched her body against his mouth. There was something so hot about watching her writhe with such passion.
It didn’t take long for his desire for her to overwhelm everything else; his whole body yearned for hers. She still had her eyes closed hard, her mouth open and panting. When Felice opened her eyes to just slits to watch him crawl up her body, Pierce’s heart shuddered in his chest; it was something about the black circle of her lashes, dipped in glittering tears that almost did him in. He nearly came in his jeans without even touching her. Felice was a witch who had cast a spell over him, and no matter what happened next, he would never be the same.
Pulling off his clothing with haste, he tossed all of them aside, his throbbing cock springing free of his pants like an animal on the hunt. He climbed atop Felice, his eyes filling with the sight of her moaning underneath him.
“Tell me what you want, Felice,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck.
“Pierce,” she whispered back, her voice darkened with desire. “I want you inside me.” Her emerald eyes were nearly black as she watched him, her whole body wrapping closer around his like vines around a tree trunk. She pulled him closer and closer, wrapping her arms and legs around him.
Her breasts heaved with her breath, her eyes locked on his, and her skin was burning as it brushed against his. Pierce fell into her, unable to keep even an inch between them. Sliding inside of her, he could feel her silky body close around his cock, caressing every inch of him as he entered her body, shaking them both to the core. Felice cried out, her fingers clawing deep into Pierce’s shoulders.
And he finally knew what it felt like to be complete.