“Raw?”
I nod.
Raw. That’s exactly it. And not just my body, but my feelings. My being. I’m open. I feel fragile and new and tender. So exposed, anything he does or says is sure to hurt me.
At the same time, his next thrust feels so good. So right. The pleasure closer to the surface than it’s ever been. Raw, I guess, isn’t just about pain. It’s about all the things. About being open and ready and willing. About taking, but also giving.
No walls to breach. No visible limits.
“Harder,” I tell him, not entirely sure I want that, but needing something to keep me from crying. “Fuck me harder.”
“You sure?” His gaze meets mine, snaps to my mouth, then back up, his face an open book. Eager, wanting, excited.
He’s gorgeous, yes. Strong and sexy and all those things that the world admires in him, but what I see now is better than any of that. It’s not his strength that he shows me. It’s his vulnerability, his pain. It’s the lonely little boy inside him.
And that’s a million times more beautiful.
24
Zion
“I’m gonna come inside you,” I warn. Or threaten. Doesn’t matter. I’m fucking into her, faster and harder than I should. Every cell in my body’s wound up tight, screaming out with pleasure and excitement and all the pent-up want from years and years of fantasies. Finally. God, finally, I feel the warm friction of skin to skin, the intimate slide, the knowledge that it’s just us. And then…
“I’m gonna fill you up with it,” I warn her, as much for my sake as for hers.
“Oh, god, Zion,” groans Twyla. And hearing my name on her lips—talking aboutthis, of all things—ratchets everything up even more, makes me plunge deeper, push harder, luxuriating in the naked, taboo thrill of being bare inside her. “Do it, fill me up.”
“Got to unload soon, baby. Can’t take much more of this. Not like this.” Not with you.
I could never have done this with another person, never found someone I trusted the way I trust her. This woman, smart and real and honest to a fault, has torn me open and ripped through her own quiet composure to give me this…this…this…dream.
Breath shaking, I pull back and look down at where my cock disappears inside her, then slowly pull out, letting the light catch her wetness on my skin.
“Goddamn it.” I push her bent leg higher, open her up so I can see and feel everything. So I’ll never forget this. Never lose the feeling of wonder. How has she done this? Torn me open, given me my own soft insides in a way no one else ever has? It’s kindness and torture, wrapped up in one. The way she’s complex and real, strong and giving. The way when she takes on a role, she lights everything up—not with a bright, glaring spotlight, but with the kind of warm glow that lasts for eons. Forever.
Her nails dig into my back and I welcome the pain, I need it. It centers me. Keeps me here, instead of flying up and out of my body, because the way we are together sends me way up there, above it all.
“Fuck. I can’t just…I gotta see, baby.” Quickly, I shift and settle back onto my ass, cross-legged. I pull her up to sitting and help her drape her legs over my thighs.
“This isn’t—”
“Give me your weight. Come on. I can take it.”
Looking uncertain, she wraps her legs around me and, before she can worry for another second, I grab my dick and sink back inside with a moan.
“This is good,” I gasp, grabbing her ass, tight.
Her head falls back, her hair cascading behind her. It’s beautiful,she’sbeautiful, but I want her eyes on me. I need to watch her when I unload deep inside.
“Look at me.” I punctuate the order with a quick slap to her ass.
“Can’t,” she hisses.
I bend, nuzzle a breast and then bite, feeling wild and ravenous and out of control.
See?taunts a voice inside me.Knew this would happen.
“Zion, I’m close.”
