Broken Dreams(55)

“Hmm?” Something was bothering me, and I needed to ask.

“What’s happening to your eyes? They keep turning gray, and then they turn back to green.” He stopped dancing and I felt him stiffen. “They remind me of that undead boy’s eyes.” There, I said it. I swallowed hard, hoping that I didn’t make him upset. There was no way I could deal with him flying off the handle at me again.

“I’m just not feeling well. I think I might be catching a cold or something.” I wasn’t sure if what he was saying was true. It was just curious to see a person’s eyes go from bright sparkling green, to gray dead eyes, then back again.

“Listen to me. I love you so much, Elaina. I can’t even tell you how much.” He quickly changed the subject.

“I love you, too, but…” I stopped. I wanted to ask more about his eyes, more about him, and more about his past.

“But what?”

I tried to find the right words. “I love the old Henry. I still see parts of him in here.” I put my hand on his chest.

“The new Henry is in the old Henry. I’m the same person. You’ve just never seen this side of me. I always kept it hidden, and took my aggression out at the gym.”

“I know. I’m just trying to get used to you wearing your bossy pants.” We both smiled. He leaned down and kissed me.

I missed him so much. I missed him touching me. He scooped me up and laid me down on the bed. He lay beside me, kissing and touching me like he used to. He knew I needed that tender side of him.

Things heated up at an unforeseen rate, and I never felt so close to him. Once we tore off each other’s clothing, we couldn’t get enough of touching one another. I wasn’t going to take another moment for granted with him. It could very well be the last time we could get that close to one another. I wanted to show him how much I loved him. I kissed every square inch of his body from head to toe, making sure to pause at all of his most sensitive places.

His breath hitched when I got to his pulsating thickness. I ran my tongue over him a few times, and he let out a guttural moan. He grabbed me and flipped me over on my back.

“Now it’s your turn,” he growled in my ear.

He began to assault my body with the same type of sensual kisses that I gave him. He started at my ear and slowly worked his way down to just above my waiting core. He kissed, nipped, and sucked on every part of me, dipping his tongue into my moist flesh. I threw a leg over his shoulder to grant him more access. Then I fisted my hands in his hair, holding him in place. I let go and slapped both hands over my mouth, trying to keep my moans stifled.

His cool breath tickled my super sensitive skin, causing me to shiver. As he started kissing his way back up my body, he left his hands to take over where his lips and tongue had been. I felt a strong pull deep inside as he began dipping his fingers in me. I moaned, enjoying his tender attention. He pushed my legs further apart with his knee, and he slid on top of me, teasing me with his tip. He was driving me insane. I needed him in the worst way.

After a few long minutes of me frantically grabbing at him and trying to direct him into me, he finally plunged into my desperate body. Our breathing was in sync.

My Henry felt so good, doing what he did best. Everything disappeared except the beautiful, broken man above me. I didn’t care about anything that was happening outside of that bedroom. I just wanted him to feel my love for him. I wrapped my arms under his, and gripped onto his shoulders as he worked me to the edge with precision.

I arched my spine, pressing my chest to his.

“Oh, love. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck. I looked at him with great intensity, trying to read his emotional state.

“I want to be yours forever,” I whispered.

“You have me. All of me.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to mine. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pumped into me. He was perfectly set into me and we fit together as one. The thought of him hurting as he did made me want to love him more.

I took his face in my hands when he opened his eyes. They were still distant, but I could see he was into our moment. I kissed his jaw and his neck, then ran my tongue back up his throat, meeting his lips. He kissed me as I felt myself losing control.

“Henry…” I moaned. He began pushing me harder, rocking my hips with every thrust. His thickness ran deep, punching at my body’s inner limits.

“Oh, god, love.” His deep, sexy groan tore through my body. With a gentle touch, he ran his hand down my side and pulled up on my leg. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

I shattered beneath him. He let go of my leg and kissed me with passion, while he balanced his upper body in a push up position, not moving, but enjoying me writhing in pleasure beneath him. I could see his eyes grow wetter. I took his face in my hands again.