I nod. "I promise."
She kisses me again, slow and deep. The taste of her floods every broken piece of me with light.
When we part, she cups my face. "You're not alone. You never were."
I squeeze her so tight, I'm afraid I'll hurt her. "And I'm never letting you go again."
She lets out a soft laugh, and a tear falls. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go either."
I kiss her, pouring everything I can't say into it, knowing that the time for me to step into who I am as a man is here.
There's no going back. I know what I want, and it's a life with Willow. But not just any life.
A life we both deserve.
27
Willow
Warmth cocoons me. Wyatt's leather and earth scent mixes with that of our faded arousal from the hours of sin we engaged in. Exhaustion pulled me under not long ago, but I flutter my eyelids, drifting awake, hazy and dazed. It's the kind of half-sleep that's filled with dreams created from memories.
Shadows dance from the faint light spilling through the cracked door. The cream-colored walls adorned with pastel butterflies, make me smile sleepily.
My overly-sensitized body still hums faintly with pleasure. From behind me, Wyatt kisses my shoulder, then his lips travel down my spine.
I try to roll onto my back, but Wyatt takes his callused hand and pushes my thigh into the air. He moves his face past my butt, then glides his tongue across my pussy to my clit.
I gasp, already trembling.
His tongue slowly circles my most intimate place, tasting every part and dipping in and out of me.
I glance down, and the top of his head peeks from between my thighs. I try to reach for it, but the rumpled sheets, secured to the headboard, wrap around my wrists. There's enough slack to move my arms several inches from under the pillow, but not any farther.
The tip of his nose grazes my clit, and his hot breath teases me. His stubble scrapes the inside of my thigh.
I whimper, my heart skipping, then pounding furiously. I close my eyes, pushing my face into the fluffy pillow, moaning with a raspy, almost hoarse tone.
He licks slow, thick strokes with tongue.
A muffled "Oh!" escapes me. I arch my back, pushing my body into his face, and grip the sheets.
He groans against my damp skin, sending another shock wave through me.
My hips jerk off the bed. I gasp, a strangled sound that barely makes it past my lips, "Jesus, Wyatt."
He chuckles, his hand squeezing my thigh, strong fingers biting into my flesh with possession. He flicks his tongue, then plunges deeper with a ruthless rhythm that strips my brain of every coherent thought. A sob tears out of me as he sucks hard, his nose nudging my swollen clit with more force.
I grasp the sheets tighter, drowning in a mix of memories and my current reality, of what it's like to be restrained by Wyatt.
He grunts, the sound dark and feral, and slides his hand up my thigh, repositioning his palm on my calf, and pushing my legs wider.
"Oh God!" I shout.
His teeth graze me, sending zings through my entire body. Adrenaline flows everywhere he touches, waiting to spill over and consume me.
"You're so damn sweet, sugar," he growls against me. He flicks his tongue back and forth sideways instead of up and down, and all hell breaks loose in my body.
I shatter, convulsing against his mouth, my toes curling so tight they cramp. "Wyatt… Oh God."
