“No, don’t stop,” I forced out. “Please, just—come sit on my face.”
“What?” She raised her eyebrows.
“I need you to sit on my face,” I whispered, heat rising to my cheeks. “It’s not too much, but it’s easier for me to relax if I have something else to focus on. If I give my mouth something to do,” I rambled.
Her laugh was music to my ears. “You know, you can just say you’re thirsty for me. No shame in that,” she teased before turning around to lower herself onto my mouth. I moaned in satisfaction when the familiar scent of fresh soil and wet grass filled my nostrils, and I eagerly opened my mouth to taste her. She shifted to press her lips down on me again, her tongue dipping just slightly inside, and suddenly she was everywhere – filling my mouth, my nose, my core, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel her, smell her, taste her. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She came loudly, and I relished every moan, every shiver, every twitch. Then, she leaned back down to press her lips against my clit again, but suddenly, the friction was too much. Instinctively, I pushed her off me.
Zafyra blinked slowly, still dazed from her orgasm. “What…”
“I’m sorry.” My eyes widened.
“Don’t apologize.” Her gaze softened as she leaned in to press a kiss on my forehead. She didn’t ask what happened, didn’t demand an explanation. Only when my muscles relaxed did I realize how tense my body felt. “Don’t apologize for what does or doesn’t feel good to you. Ever.”
She said it so sternly, I could only nod.
“You didn’t come.” She leaned back to look at me. “Is that okay?”
I hesitated. “I don’t know how to let go with other people.” My voice came out brittle. “When it happened in the DreamScape… I thought maybe you fixed… we fixed that part of me.” I swallowed hard, a sudden lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “But maybe it’s just easier when I’m dreaming, when I don’t have to actually be touched… but I promise, it’s not that I’m not attracted to you—I am, but—”
I stopped speaking when she lifted my chin.
“I know you’re attracted to me, cinnamon, and I promise you nothing needs to be fixed,” she murmured against my lips. “We can try another time if you want, or not, if you prefer not to. You gave me free will because you insisted I should have a choice. Let me do the same for you.”
I breathed out slowly, allowing myself the time to let her words sink in.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” I sighed out. “You joked about fucking me properly, but you weren’t entirely wrong. I’ve been with sweet, caring partners, and I just felt nothing. But every time you take control of me… especially when you made me beg and crawl at the biotech facility…” I blushed at the memory. “I think I’ve never been that turned on,” I confessed, lowering my gaze. “As if I need your power, your sadism, your degradation to feel something. I’m not sure if that’s a healthy thing, a normal thing.”
Zafyra pushed herself up on one elbow, her dark eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Oh, darling,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over my throat before curling around them. “We’ve only scratched the surface of how properly I can fuck you. I know just what you need, and I can give it to you.”
Heat pooled between my legs, her words enough to stir a fire in me.
“I know.” I bit my lip, part of me already tempted to give in to her seduction. “But don’t you think this part of me still needs to heal? Most kinks are trauma responses, did you know that?”
She slightly relaxed her grip on my throat, but kept her hand there. I lifted my chin, slightly leaning into her touch.
“Why does everything need to be healed?” she said quietly, glancing down at me through heavy eyelids. “Why wouldn’t you be allowed to exist, imperfections and all?”
I opened my mouth to respond, only to realize I had no good answer.
Zafyra crawled on top of me and allowed me to wrap my arms around her. We lay there in silence, listening to each other’s ragged breathing, our naked bodies so intertwined, even reality couldn’t tear us apart anymore.
And this time, it was real. This time, there was no ticking clock counting the seconds until the nanotech in my body would dissolve – and I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
I traced her dark curls with my finger – flawlessly styled at the beginning of the evening, now disheveled – as if silently memorizing their paths. I took her hand in mine to place a soft trail of kisses from her wrist to her throat before ending at her mouth. I pushed myself up on one elbow to stare into her midnight eyes – black with sparks of delight – leaning closer and closer until my nose brushed against hers, and I just had to kiss her again. I murmured praise and confessions against her skin, no longer ashamed to admit what I wanted, but no words could contain the light in my heart, so bright, it threatened to split open my chest and consume us both.
Fresh hunger rose in my body when she threw her head back, allowing me more space to kiss her throat. My hands traveled up her body to squeeze her breasts while I lightly sucked the skin on her neck, but it still wasn’t enough, I needed more of her. Her skin, smooth and lightly glowing with sweat, suddenly looked so delicious—
I didn’t realize what I was doing until Zafyra groaned softly into my ear.
“Morgan, what the fuck?”
My eyes widened – my teeth had sunk inches deep into the soft, flexible skin of her shoulder. Why did it look so biteable, and why was it so easy to sink my teeth into her?
I instantly let go of her, my face burning from embarrassment. When I glanced down at her shoulder, there was no wound, no blood – just the mark of human teeth, way deeper than I expected.
“Zafyra, I’m so sorry. I—I don’t know what just happened,” I stuttered, reaching out to gently brush my fingers over her skin. “Did that hurt?”
