“Asshole dove…”
Well, that's new. I’ve never been called a dove.Her eyes pinched, her nose screwed up in the cutest of ways.
“Wait… wait for me…”
Scooting closer, I whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll never leave you.” It brought my mind back to the lady praying mantis scenario, solidifying that this was the best way to ensure I would keep my promise.
She shivered, her whole body starting to shake. Her face twisted up, this time not in agitation but in fear. I didn't like that look on her face. It reminded me of a little boy left in that shipping container, alone but never alone again. It was the last time that boy let himself feel bone-chilling fear. After that night, even death didn’t scare him, but I didn't want that for my alluring Roma. She never needed to feel that way while I was alive.
“Dangerous… no… please…”
Her whimper at the end got me, sliced me right through the chest, and made me bleed. Maybe I put too much sedative in her water? It was just something to help her sleep and to keep my brother off my back, but seeing her now, guilt chomped away at my brain. I needed to do something. My heart couldn't take this kind of distress anymore. She was this small ray of light I needed to keep safe for us. She still had so much work to do.
An idea cracked my brain, my eyes zeroing in on her plump, rosy lips. She snapped me out of a frenzy by doing that, so why wouldn't it work in this case?
Swiping my tongue along my lips, I tried not to salivate like a predator about to catch its prey, but I couldn't help myself. She was lying there looking so vulnerable and tasty. Never has a woman tempted me, especially not after my first time; I just thought it was a waste of time to find other ways to get that release, but when her lips touched mine, bringing that soothing balm to the insanity inside, I was hooked. I wanted more.
Plus, I’m helping her like she helped me. We already established that it was an acceptable form of communication.
Lifting her chin, keeping my touch light, only guiding her lips to face mine. I reminded myself that this needed to be soft andgentle, something to calm those worries and let her know she was protected.
As soon as my lips grazed hers, her soft, sweet smell filled my lungs, and I moaned in my head. My whole body clenched, coiling up tight like a snake getting ready to strike, but I reminded myself. Slow. Take this slow.
Increasing the pressure, I moved my body to be flush against hers, needing to touch her in more ways than one.
She took in a sharp breath, and I took advantage, moving my hand to the back of her head and swiping my tongue along her bottom lip. Her silky, wild strands tangled between my fingers, further connecting us, but I wanted more.
I knew the moment that she had awakened because her body froze, and I could feel her gaze on me, so I opened my eyes and stared right back. I wanted her to know it was me, and I knew what I was doing when, in reality, it was a combination of what she taught me before and my wants blending.
She still hadn’t moved or given anything back, and I wanted that more than I knew. Thinking back to what she did for me, I remember being in her arms, almost enveloped by her. Maybe that was the way to do it.
Taking my other arm, I let my fingers drift under her shirt, sliding under her to be able to wrap my arms around her. She instantly moved, allowing my hand room to move, and I smiled against her lips.
I wanted to be close, not let a breath pass between us, so she didn’t have the opportunity for those fearful thoughts to return. I dove back in, my mouth completely taking over hers as my tongue slid between those lips, my hand in her hair gripping her, while the other hand ran up her back, forcing our bodies together so we could feel all of each other.
Her eyes fluttered, a soft moan escaped from her, and it was like the pop pop of fireworks went off in every cell of my body. With my hand on her back, her shiver ran straight through me, vibrating in my fingertips like an aftershock. No one has ever reacted to me like this, my touch causing her pleasure.
If I ever felt a shiver, it was in fear or disgust. If they moaned, it was a plea to stop, not to keep going. Something about this shifted something inside me, flipping my mind on its head. My cock hardened not because of the pain I inflicted, but because of the pleasure. It was intoxicating.
“Ce-cezar?” Her lips called my name against mine, and that sleepy raspiness made the spiders in my stomach crawl again.
Looking down, I could see that I got quite carried away and was practically on top of her. Her hands poised at my shoulders, ready to shove me off, but she hesitated, calling my name out instead.
Lifting my head just an inch, giving her a little breathing room, I gave the best explanation possible. “You were upset, and I was helping.”
Those magical, honey-soaked eyes searched mine, looking for something I was sure I couldn't give, but when I ran my hand up between her thighs, and lust began to flood them, I knew I didn't need to have what she was looking for. I just needed to make her forget what she wanted and show her what she needed, which was me. I would make sure of it.
Letting go of the grip on her hair, I shifted, skimming my fingers down the front of her body. Her exhales grew shorter, eyes tracking my hand to see what I would do as she mumbled, “Fucking Stockholm syndrome.”
My lips tipped up.Say whatever you need to make yourself feel better, but I didn't say that. I was crazy, not stupid, and with the voices being so quiet when I touched her, I had extra brain power.
Running my nose up the column of her neck, the smell of her skin searing into my core memories. I couldn't help kissing her collarbone before I nipped at her with my teeth, her body twitching underneath me. “You've had a hard day.”
She puffed out a humorless laugh, rolling her eyes when my fingers slipped under her waistband, and she let out a soft hiss. Ion's words floated through my head, the ones he said as he was bragging to some guys a while back.
All you gotta do is take it slow. Track her reactions as you touch her and keep doing it. Then bang the shit out of her. It's not hard.
Glad to realize I finally had a use for my fuckboy brother, I took his advice. Keeping my eyes on her, I pushed further, parting her thighs to find her hot, wet center. She made these cute mewing noises as I explored her, finding it fascinating how much she enjoyed it when I rubbed at her clit.
