Whispers of a Broken Halo by Abbi Glines

We went out quietly, and she closed the door, then looked up at me and sighed. “This is a day I never want to live through again.”

I took her arm and pulled her closer, then kissed the top of her head. “Come on,” I said, then led her to the bathroom in the master bedroom.

“It’s your turn to bathe, then get in bed,” I told her, then started to prepare her bath for her.

“I want a shower. I need to wash everything about today away.”

I then moved over to the walk-in shower to make sure she had a washcloth, towel, and other necessities. When I turned around, she was standing there in nothing but her panties. It took all my self-control to look at her eyes and nowhere else. Today was not the day. She was exhausted.

“I’ll leave you to it,” I said and started to leave the room.

“You’re going to make me shower alone?” she asked.

I slowly turned back around and looked at her. “Yeah. I figured that would be what you wanted,” I replied.

She started taking off her panties. “It’s not what I want. I want to be touched. I want to be reminded I am alive. I want to feel something that isn’t sadness or regret.” She dropped her panties in the laundry basket. “I want you to make me forget everything.”

I closed the bathroom door and locked it. Then, I let my eyes rake over her body while I stripped off my clothing. She turned on the shower and was just stepping into the warm steam when I followed her inside.

I wrapped my arms around her and ran my hands from her stomach up to her breasts to hold them and pinch her the way she liked. Her head fell back on my shoulder and gave me the view I wanted while I adored every inch of the best tits I had ever seen.

Her full lips opened as she moaned, and I wanted to feel them against mine. I grabbed her waist and turned her around to face me, so I could kiss that plump bottom lip, then bit it before enjoying the unique, addictive taste that was hers alone. My hands roamed over her body, grabbing her ass and squeezing. Then, finally, I slipped my hand down between her legs and played where she wanted me most.

“Y-y-yes,” she said, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall on my chest as I teased and rubbed her wet folds.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked her, then shoved a finger inside her.

She tilted her head back and gazed up at me. “No. F-f-fuck me,” she panted. “I n-n-need y-you.”

“Turn around,” I said in her ear. “Put your hands on the wall and stick that sweet ass out for me.”

She looked unsure, but she did as I’d told her.

So fucking innocent. God, I loved it.

“Open your legs wider,” I said, and when she did, I slipped my hand between them to prepare her a little more. Although she felt ready.

A condom. Fuck!

“P-p-please!” she begged and wiggled her ass at me.

“I don’t have a condom.” The words felt like a damn knife in my gut. I hadn’t come inside tonight, prepared to have sex.

She looked back over her shoulder. “I don’t care. I want you inside me.”

I looked down at her open for me. I knew I was clean. I had been tested, and I didn’t fuck without condoms. But that wasn’t all there was to worry about.

“Rio! Please!” she whimpered, as if in as much pain as I was.

Screw the damn condom. I’d never done this before, but if I was gonna go without one, then it would only be with Bryn.

I grabbed her hips and thrust inside her, not prepared for how it would feel to go bare.

There was no fucking explanation that would do it justice. The sheer fucking nirvana. Hot, wet. So, so tight. All without anything between us. I could feel the heat, the juices from her pussy with no barrier. I stilled inside her as my body roared with the newfound paradise.

She moved her hips back, wanting me to move. I looked down at her round ass stuck up against me. She pleaded to be fucked, and I snapped. The caveman inside me wanted to mark her. I wasn’t thinking about anything other than giving us both what we wanted.

“FUUUCK,” I groaned when the pleasure was just too good. “I love this pussy.”

I pounded into her from behind, and she met me with every thrust. Crying out my name and God’s.

“That’s it. So damn perfect. Mine,” I said, splaying a hand on her back and watching as I slid in and out of her. Growing more insane as I saw my bare cock with her wetness on it.

She moaned and began to tremble and shake. “I-I-I’m co-coming!” she cried out, and I knew I needed to pull out and finish on her back.

She slammed up against me and arched her back. “M-m-m-more!” she begged.

She threw her wet hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. “Don’t st-st-stop,” she said, continuing to moan and press back into me with each thrust.

Clenching my teeth, I held on. Watching her made it harder. When she started to come again, she cried my name, and I couldn’t hold on anymore.

My release burst out of me as I held on to her hips. “GAHHHH!” I roared as I pumped into her, feeling like she was truly being marked with each spurt of my cum.

I was making her mine. Saint wouldn’t take her. He didn’t have this. I did.

When we were both sated, she turned around and wrapped her arms around me. I held her as the water continued to wash over us.

“Thank you,” she whispered against my chest.