My Heart's Bliss (Hard Love & Dark Rock #3) by Ashley Grace Read Free Book Online Page A

through me with his every stroke.  I heard a whimpering, keening sound beneath that loud clapping and realized, a moment later, that the whimpering was me.
    "Oh fuck, Anne," Trace said.  "Oh god.  Your pussy feels so fucking good!  I'm going to come!"
    His words made my muscles clench down, my pussy gripping his plunging length.  I could hardly draw enough air into my lungs to breath, but I gasped at him.  "Yes, Trace.  Do it!  Come inside of me!"
    And then he froze, his dick plunged to the hilt inside of me—it seemed to swell even thicker.  I could feel his balls pressed against me, drawing tight.  His head stretched back so that I saw the cords in his neck, and every muscle in his body went rigid.
    He cried out "Aahhh!"  I felt his dick start to pulse inside of my tight cunt, pumping sperm, and the feel of it pushed me right over the edge.
    "Ohhhh!" I moaned, another orgasm taking hold of me, my pussy clenching down on him, milking his pulsing cock of every drop of his cum.  "Ohhhh!"  My hips and shoulders quivering, my chest shimmering with pleasure.  "Fuck!"
    He collapsed against me, both of us completely spent.  Our bodies motionless save for our hearts beating in our chests.  I could feel my heart thumping, and I could feel his, pulsing against me.
    And in that moment, something seemed to glow within me, filling me with warmth and light and love.
     

Chapter 9
    Trace
     
    Anne beneath me, dragging me down against her.  Anne around me, gripping me with her body.  Anne within me, her tongue teasing into my mouth, her eyes piercing into mine.
    I'd only met her the day before, but somehow that seemed impossible.  I felt like I'd known her forever.
    Since the moment I'd first seen her, something inside of me had changed.  And now that we'd made love to each other, now that we'd given ourselves to each other, had consummated the relationship—and for the first time I thought I understood the meaning of that phrase—I knew that things would never be the same for me again.
    "Anne," I said, looking down into her eyes.
    "Yes, Trace," she said, running her fingers through the hair at my temple.
    "I love you."
    Her eyes shocked wide, ringed in white.  Deep and dark and beautiful, but not overjoyed.
    If anything, she looked overwhelmed.
    I felt her legs shifting beneath mine, squirming as if she felt trapped. I moved my body off of hers, lying down on the mattress at her side.
    I'd said the wrong thing.  Even if I knew it was true, even if I had no doubt, she wasn't ready to hear it.
    She'd gone quiet, her eyes fixed on the ceiling above her.  She was drawing into herself.  She was shutting me out.
    "Are you okay, Anne?" I said.
    She nodded her head, but then her eyes started to shine, filling with tears, and she closed them.
    "Trace, you hardly know me."
    "I haven't known you long," I said.  "But I know you."
    "How can you say that?  How can you think that you know me?  We only met last night!"
    "You don't believe in love at first sight?"
    "No!"  She looked over at me.  "I mean, I'd like to.  I'd like to believe in it.  But in a rational sense, I just can't."
    "Love isn't a rational thing.  It's not from the territory of the mind.  It's something you feel in your heart.  And I feel it now, because of you."
    She looked back at the ceiling, her eyes blinking.
    "You don't believe me?" I said.
    "I just… I don't know.  Nobody has ever said it to me before.  At least, no man has said it to me, meaning it like you do.  I don't know what to say."
    "You don't have to say anything, Anne.  I didn't say it because I wanted to you to do something in response.  I said it because I felt it.  That's what I do—I express the things I feel."  I looked up at the Belletrist poster she had on the wall.  "It's why I write my music.  It's how I live my life."
    She followed my glance, looking up at the poster.  She didn't say anything for a while.  And then she rolled toward me, her head resting on my