Fuck. I wasn’t sure I could ever tell him how much it meant that he was giving me this—this side of him, these broken parts that fit perfectly along the edges of my own.
I couldn’t tell him, but I wanted to show him.
I panted, my hips working a little faster now, my thighs burning as I rocked on top of him, lifting and slamming down, writhing around the feel of him splitting me open again and again, diving deeper than anything I’d ever felt.
“More.” It came out on a whimper, a demand, but I couldn’t help it. I was aching for him—I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted him to find every part of me that he could touch and hold it together.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around my cock, and he squeezed. The sensation made my back bow, made me thrust down hard to take him as deep as I could.
When I stilled, so did he. My lashes fluttered, and I watched in fascination as he mirrored my movements, drifting his hand up the length of my cock as I lifted my hips and sank back onto him again.
This… fuck, this was a gift. Phoenix had fucked me in the rain and made me scream out every agony I’d felt, made me let go of a past that held me so tight I couldn’t breathe. He’d put me back together with gentle touches, with praise and pleasure.
And now, after he’d finally forced the last bit of poison out of my veins, he was giving me the one thing Morris had taken—the one thing the world had taken.
Control.
Complete control.
“Phoenix.” His name tore from my throat like a prayer, a litany to whatever it was that we were doing. His eyes never left my face; they were so wide, achingly vulnerable, even though I wasn’t sure he realized it. We’d opened ourselves up to each other, cut our scars until they bled, and now we were slowly putting ourselves back together as something different.
Something that was only whole because we were here.
Together.
This wasn’t just fucking. It was intimacy. It was…
Shit… it waseverything.
I didn’t realize what was happening until I started doing it—Phoenix’s hand worked in time with the motion of my thrusts, and my hips followed the thrumming, aching beat of his heart. I didn’t know if he noticed, but his breath hitched, and a low growl tore from him as he finally started to move in time with my body. His hand on my hip bit into my skin until I could feel my sweat stinging the shallow cuts as it dripped down my sides.
It was too much. Toofuckingmuch. And I could see it building behind his eyes until it looked like Phoenix was going to fall apart, until it seemed like he couldn’t breathe around it, couldn’t keep himself together for all the feelings that were burning inside him.
Changed. I’d changed him just as much as he’d changed me, hadn’t I?
“A-Aubrey?” He gasped my name out. Desperate. Aching. Pleading. And I couldn’t stop myself. I fell forward and pressed my mouth to his, taking him deeper and swallowing down the scream of his orgasm with a hungry kiss.
I felt pleasure surge through my body in response to the burning pulse of his cock throbbing inside me, filling me up and stripping away the last of whatever had been holding me together. I cried out against his mouth, and he fed on the sound, drinking down my screams as my body jerked and I completely flew apart above him.
I gave himeverything.
My pleasure.
My pain.
My past.
Every broken piece that was a man named Aubrey.
I couldn’t guard any of it, and I knew I couldn’t take it back now that I’d done it. I rocked myself through my release in jerky, almost frantic movements, and collapsed against his chest, moaning as his mouth fed on mine. The aftershocks of our orgasms slowly faded away until we were nothing more than sticky, sweaty, heaving chests and thundering hearts joined in a kiss that felt like it was the first one to ever exist.
Everything came back to me in soft waves, in the gentle touch of his fingers as they ran the length of my scar again.
That touch tore through me, because for the first time…
Fuck, for the first time, it didn’thurt. It made me shiver and tuck my head against the curve of his throat, so my lips could find the soft ridges of his scar in turn, and I wondered… Did it feel the same for him?
Fuck. This was…
