“I'm going to touch you. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is tell me.”
I don't wait for her to respond before slowly sliding my hand down to cover her breast. I watch her face while I do it, looking for any sign of distress, but she's watching my hand move over her. Gently, I cup her breast, pushing it up into a mound and rubbing across the nipple with the pad of my thumb. Her hand snaps up to grip my wrist, holding me close against her, pulling me closer until her flesh is nearly flat against her body.
She closes her eyes and sighs when I press just a little harder. I don't want to hurt her, but if this is what she needs, this deep, intense pressure, that's what I'll give. Her head drops back with a sigh as she gives herself to the sensation.
I lower my head to draw her nipple into my mouth, pulling hard, and her hand leaves my wrist to sink her fingers into my hair and push me more firmly against her. I rake my teeth against her nipple, barely an experimental graze, and she gasps, moaning softly and arching against me. Her first real vocal response makes me throb, and press my teeth into her skin to bring another sound from her.
Putting one hand on her hip to steady her, I drag my hand from her breast down the front of her body until I reach her pubic mound. I pause to give her time to process and object, but she doesn't. She spreads her legs a little more to give me room to push my fingers between her thighs and press my palm against her mound. I cup the whole of her pussy every bit as firmly as I did her breast and she rewards me with another breathy moan.
I hold her still like that, one hand gripping her hip and the other covering her pussy, while I kiss her again. I hold her until she moves against me, lifting her hips and seeking more. Spreading my fingers, I slide them between her sensitive folds until the tip of one finds her entrance. The heel of my palm rubs and presses harshly against her clit and she grinds against it in small movements. I glance back to her face to check on her and find her watching my hand between her legs. Slowly, deliberately, I push two fingers inside her, making sure she can see the way my wrist contorts and twists, letting her see the way my grip changes so that my thumb presses against her clit instead of my palm.
She isn't shaking anymore. No more teeth chattering. All her focus is on my hand and I take full advantage of that. If this is what she needs, if this is what helps, then I won't stop. I thrust my fingers in and out, slowly fucking her with them while she watches. By the time she starts clenching around them, she's making the most beautiful sounds and water splashes between my hand and her skin every time I fuck my fingers into her. This won't be enough, though. It feels good, and it will feel better, but she needs something deeper. Something more consuming.
“Trust me, Larken,” I say gently against her lips, then bend to lift one of her legs up to hook over my hip. “Tell me if it's too much.”
She nods, keeping her eyes on the space between us while I wrap my hand around the base of my cock. I slide the tip across her swollen clit and between her lips until I can thrust inside her.
I thrust slowly at first, in shallow movements that are meant to open her up. I'm not going to pound into her, that's not what needs to happen. I'm going to fuck her so deeply that it takes her breath. So deeply that all she can think about, all she knows for just a little while, is how I feel inside her.
After a few minutes, Larken is groaning in earnest and moving to meet my thrusts. She's given up trying to keep her eyes open to watch me fuck her, her eyes are closed against the pleasure I'm giving her. I could fuck her like this for hours – slow and deep, watching every moment of it on her face, but the leg she's standing on is beginning to shake again and I know it's from exhaustion. Guilt closes in on me. I should have taken her to the bed, but I didn't want to give up the warmth of the shower until she wasn't trembling anymore.
I bend again to lift her completely, wincing when her nails dig into my shoulder and upper back as she fights for balance.
“I've got you, Larken. I promise.”
It's nothing to maneuver us so that her back is against the shower wall, and I let her settle between me and the wall, forcing my length deeper and deeper inside her. I keep my hands firmly on her ass and thighs and thrust upward. She wraps her arms around my neck and cries out, long and loud. I thrust again and again, never going fast and stilling deep inside her for a drawn out second between each movement of my hips.
Her legs tighten around me and I use leverage and our weight to grind into her in slow circles. I pull back and thrust back inside in one deep, hard movement, and grunt when her teeth bite into my shoulder as she clings to me. I fuck her like that until she throws her head back, gasping and crying out in sharp little sounds as her orgasm hits her. Then she sags between me and the wall. “Don't stop, Wyatt. I need to feel it.”
“Okay,” I say, kissing her temple. “Okay.”
I don't need to fuck her any faster or harder to give her what she's asking for. This deep, intense fucking will make me cum harder than anything else right now, the knowledge that she's completely given herself over to me is almost more pleasurable than the physical feel of it. I keep the same slow, controlled pace until it overwhelms me and my own thighs tremble as my stomach clenches with my release.
I hold her for just a few more moments before letting her legs lower to the bottom of the tub. The water is still warm and I turn us so that it pours down on her as I gently wash her one last time before I turn it off and carefully help her out of the tub. I dry her off myself and put the shirt I was wearing on her, as well as my boxers. It isn't much, but hopefully it will keep her from shivering during the trip from the steamy bathroom to the warmth of the bed.
“Snug as a bug in a rug,” I tell her as I tuck the blankets in all around her and go to crank up the heat on the unit under the window. She lifts the blankets for me when I come back to the bed and I pull her close.
“Tell me something,” she whispers.
“Like what?”
“Anything,” she yawns. “I just need to hear you talk.”
So I talk. I tell her about the dog I had when I was a kid. I tell her about the snake plant and the vine I can never remember the name of, that are still somehow clinging to life despite my ill treatment. I tell her about my obsession with the worst hockey team on the planet, until her body relaxes fully and her breathing slows and deepens.
I hold her until she's well and asleep, then I slip out of bed and tuck the pillows around her. I didn't grab the bag out of the trunk with the extra clothes and food I packed when I brought her up to the room. She'd never let me leave her alone to get it if she was awake, and I only just got her to stop shaking. I'm not about to take her back out into the cold wearing nothing but my shirt and boxers. I just had to wait until she was asleep to sneak out.
I tiptoe to the bathroom to put my jeans and shoes back on and throw on my jacket and lock the door behind me when I quietly sneak out the door. There aren't any new vehicles in the lot, and I don't see or hear any people walking around in the dark, so I descend the stairs as quickly as I can. I need to grab the bag from the trunk and the gun from under the driver's seat. I should have brought it up when we got here, but I was too concerned about getting her out of the cold.
It takes me less than four minutes to get back to the room, but it's four minutes too long. Larken isn't in the bed. She isn't in the bathroom. It isn't until I'm stalking around the foot of the shitty motel bed that I notice the adjoining door to the room next to this one is cracked open.
I storm through it, gun drawn, but there's nothing to see in the room. The bed isn't mussed. Not a single thing is out of place. But there is a cigarette still smoldering in the bathroom sink and an unholy combination of seething, coiling rage and stark panic makes me suddenly and violently nauseous. Tabor found us. And he's taken her again. I don’t know how he did it without being seen, and I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I just need to get her back.
