I don't need to feel him to know he's there behind me. I can feel the hum of his body as he steps out of the cabin and onto the deck his bare feet padded slowly toward me, his strong frame sinks down behind me. I lean back into his bare chest. His lips find my cheek, placing the softest kiss there. A low growl leaves him as he breathes me in. Fluttering my lashes over my cheeks, I allow my eyes to close and take this peaceful moment for the alluring and exotic feeling that it allows to dance through my body. My bloodstream warms up under his touch as his hands roll down my sides to settle wrapped around my torso.
“The sun rises as a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrenders, every color changes from tinges of charcoal to a vibrant blood orange. There are days I wonder what we give in return for such gifts of divine magic; perhaps it is our love; perhaps we radiate it into space; perhaps that is our connection to creation beyond the borders of our world, our reality. Perhaps inside I too am gold, a bright flame that burns for another kind. For me, that's a thought as warm as any bright new day, one that tickles my mind as much as my heart,” I speak out quietly as to not disturb the birdsong that is enveloping around us as we sit and watch the sun dance on the water looking like glass.
“How do you do that?” he asks me. I turn slightly into his body so I can rest my head further down on his chest wanting to look into his eyes.
“Do what?” I ask him. A light smile plays over his lips as the sun bounces of the grey in his eyes causing them to look like fire wrapped inside fog.
“Speak with such a brilliant truth. Wrapping words into a brilliant poet sound, then weaving it into just a normal conversation.”
I kiss the small scar that looks like a bullet hole just above his collarbone.
“Because it is normal… well for my mind it is. It’s like a unique power over perception and a little bit of psychokinesis, wrapped into a type of empathic connection allowing me to feel the surroundings before wrapping then into detailed words.”
His fingers grip either side of my cheeks pulling my face towards his. My lips form a small O as he takes my mouth in a hunger filled kiss that has my mind begging for air.
Pulling back, he breaks the kiss before I pass out. He smiles down on me. “Baby, I’d kill for you,” he says with an honesty in his eyes that has the small baby hairs on my spine standing to attention.
“That won’t be necessary,” I add looking up at him before I pull his arms around me. I watch as the sky changes from charcoal to soft dove grey and then into a brilliant blood orange as the moon slips down to sleep and the stars hide behind the clouds. “But I already think that maybe you have,” I say with a heavy breath.
“Na, babe. Their own club killed them. I just fucked them up a little first. No one touches my lady and gets away with it.”
“Your lady, aye?” I question him with raised eyes. He flips me, the movement so fast that before I know it, he’s on top of me, his grey eyes edged with molten heat lock with mine.
“Yes, little bird, my lady. You’re mine and you’ll get used to it.”
Laughing his nose rubs on the tip of mine.
“Get used to it ya reckon. What if I didn’t wanna be ya lady?” I interject, my hands find his butt cheeks clad in denim. My mind falls to how my fingers would feel on them bare, taunt and tight cheeks as he thrust his hips into me, his erect cock deep inside me. I feel the heat flush over my skin creeping from my neck to my cheeks.
“Something got ya hot under the collar, little bird,” he whispers out as he rolls his hips forward and my body arches to meet his movement giving in so fast, faster than my brain would like in all its logic and planning. He makes me weak and I can’t control myself when he’s this close.
His lips meet my neck and he began to kiss it. Softly at first, before he moves to little nips, his teeth grazing my flesh with just the right amount of pain and pleasure to cause my resistance to crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, my hands fall down his back as my head swims, all previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. Now, there is only one desire, one wish, and we both know it's just a matter of time before it happens. It scares me knowing that this beast of a man can destroys me, yet I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I want him to destroy me, push me, pull me back and take me recklessly.
“Don’t ever lie to me, 81. Even if you think the truth will hurt me. Okay?” I ask him breathlessly. I need him to know that I’m not as delicate as I look. That I can be strong. “If it’s me who you want as your lady, as yours, then you can’t hide the dark from me, and you can’t lie” his eyes meet mine glazed with desire and terror, for he knows that he can’t hide from me.
“I won’t take you for granted, little bird, but sometimes there will be things that require me to lie to you,” he says and his words sting like a whip that has been slashed over bare skin.
Nodding is all I can do. I can’t turn away from him because then he will feel abandoned and we all know how unsteady he is when it comes to that emotion.
“Okay.” Closing my eyes, I need to take a moment that doesn’t have his stare burning deep into me.
“Look at me, little bird.” His tone is strong.
I open my eyes slowly. They flutter as the light beams over him and into my iris.
“I’m so fucking addicted to you that I don’t think I could ever lie to you, but just know that it could be a possibility. But also know that I would never do it intentionally for malice.” Tears pool behind my eyes and in that split second before his touch every nerve in my body and brain is electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.
He takes my lips in a kiss that has black dots forming at the edges of my eyes.I move my hand up his back to scratch it, his ink and scar covered skin. Breaking the kiss, he uses his fingers to trace over my scar as the warmsun-kissed breeze blows the hair away from my forehead.
The look in his eyes mirrors mine, saying that he is afraid of this and just what we could do to each other, just like I am.
I lie completely petrified under him as he freezes with the same emotion above me. My lips quivering while his hands corner both sides of my face in a grip that anchors me into the warming wood of the deck.
Our breathing hastens, the intense rhythm of our heartbeats undergoes an irregular count, hammering quicker than a lightning bolt as his hand slithers off my face and down my body.
“You are my drug, little bird. One touch and the intoxication is instant. Whatever you want to do, is what we'll do and there isn't a thing I would do to stop it. Just your scent sends me into a heady trance, one that doesn't end until our bodies are still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as two souls can be.” His forehead falls to the swell of my breast as his hands roam under the cotton.
“That’s about as romantic as you will ever get from me, little bird.” Taking his face in my hands I’m barely breathing but I find words for him.
