Her eyes are closed; her hands are rested by her sides. Warm water, tainted by the blood on her body, cascades down the swan tattooed on her back, over the peaks of her breasts, and then gathers at our feet.
She makes a beautiful sight – a fallen angel washing away her sins, and her pain. She’s the very definition of perfection – my unholy addiction.
She turns when she feels me behind her, then looks up at me with wet lashes and open eyes.
I join her under the spray of water and wrap my arms around her waist, and she, in turn, places a hand on my chest.
“Hey.”
She smiles – genuinely this time. “Hey.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She takes a moment to mull things over.
“I feel numb, I guess,” she says after a short while, then swallows. “I’m more shocked by what I did than I am guilty. Is that…normal?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “But the word normal has a different meaning for everyone, and the last thing I want you to do is compare your feelings to someone else’s. Because Cigs, onlyyoucan put a label on what’s going on with you right now, and whatever it is, it’sokay.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know, Dorran.”
“But I do.” I reach over and twist the knob that’s on the wall behind her, shutting off the faucet. “Your courage, your determination towards life – these are layers of you; feathers that bleed out against the odds you’ve faced, and continue to face. You’ve been hurt, broken down to the point where you gave up on being strong for yourself, but you’ve got that part of you back now, and I want you to keep it. Because baby, fearlessness is a hot look on you, and fuck if I’m not weak in the knees for you.”
She laughs, but she also cries at the same time. And then she just sobs.
“Cigs.” I pull her to me.
“I want you,” she whispers, then touches her wet fingers to my abs. There’s an enticing tint on her cheeks, one that’s putting my self-control to its limit.
I frown and shake my head. “Cignette, I can’t. I–”
“Ineedyou,” she says, urgency clear in her voice. “Wash away his touch from my skin, his words from my mind. Because water won’t be enough for either of those things, Dorran; it has to beyou.”
Fuck me, how am I supposed to say no to that?
I let go of a breath and press my forehead to hers. “Are you sure?”
“With you? Always.”
I clench my jaw as a wave of emotions crashes against me at her confession. “Damn you for making me lose my resolve.”
She pushes her fingers into my hair and touches her nose to mine. “Have me. Just…please, have me, Dorran.”
Her plea does it for me; it cuts through the very last shred of my restraint. With my heart a rhythmic beat in my ears, I shift us so that her back is pressed against the steam-covered glass panel to my left, then move my hands away from her waist and bring them higher. I outline the swell of her breasts with my fingers, then go lower, until I’ve reached her thighs. I continue my ministrations and slide a hand over her pussy, making her gasp. I lean in and kiss her, swallowing the soft noises she’s making in time with my fingers working her slit.
She whimpers against me, and when I break the kiss, she drops her head forward, resulting in her long hair to curtain the sides of her face. She’s panting, and her breaths fan against my cheek. My cock strains against my wet boxers as I continue to drag my fingers up and down the length of her pussy, and when she groans, arching her back against the glass, I push two fingers inside her and press my thumb to her clit.
“Dorran…” she rasps. “It’s not enough. Fuck, I need more.”
I curl my fingers inside her, and she starts trembling. Her lips are parted and her eyes are hooded, which means she’s close. She’s so wet that I can hear the sound of my fingers moving in and out of her, and the way she’s clenching around my digits is making my cock ache for release.
Cignette tugs at the waistband of my boxers. “Take this off and fuck me, Dorran,” she urges.
I pull my fingers out of her and get rid of my soaked boxers, then grab her thighs and lift her up. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist, and once I’ve positioned my cock at her opening, I enter her slowly.
She encircles her arms around my neck and tips her head back, whispering my name when I pull out, and then push into her again.
I keep my movements slow yet consistent, and with each thrust inside her, I feel her clenching around me.
