“Tell me you want this,” he grumbles. “Tell me you’re finally ready to be mine.”
“Yes,” I pant. I know his words carry more weight than he’s admitting, but I don’t let myself think about it.
“Yes, what?” He bites my nipple, and a sound escapes me.
“I want you,” I say, breathless. “All of you.”
He lifts his head and looks at me, a slow smirk playing at his mouth.
“I want to do so much to you,” he grits out. “But for the first time,” he says, “I’ll be gentle.”
He holds my eyes as I nod.
His smirk turns devilish. “I’ll learn to be gentle with you,” he tells me, “but I also know that isn’t all you need. What you need is—” He nips at my neck. “You need to feel.”
“But that’s the thing about my obsession,” he continues, his mouth trailing over my skin as his hands explore me. “I know you better than you know yourself. I’ll always give you what you need, before you even have to ask.”
I close the distance and kiss him again.
I deepen the kiss because I need it.
I need him.
I need the memories in my head to fade into something else entirely.
He pushes me lightly, and I fall back onto the bed, my hair splayed across the pillow. He stays on his knees, looking down at me.
He spreads my legs, grips my thighs, and pulls me closer before burying his head between them.
It doesn’t take long. His mouth stays on my clit, sucking and licking, and then he slides two fingers inside me, curling and driving them in until the pressure tips me over. The orgasm hits me hard, a moan slips from me as I come on his face.
I fist my hands in his hair, panting, riding it out against his mouth, using his face shamelessly until it fades.
When I finally let him go, he lifts his head, looking at me as he licks his lips.
“Fucking delicious,” he says.
He withdraws his fingers slowly and brings them to my mouth.
“Open,” he grunts, his eyes volatile.
I do, watching him as I part my lips. He pushes his fingers inside, and I lick them obediently. Then he presses them in deeper, so sudden that I gag.
He only smirks.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth and brings them back between my legs, circling my clit slowly. My body tightens with need.
I close my eyes. “Fuck… I need you.”
He comes down over me, claiming my mouth in a kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes the ache worse.
His hands move everywhere, until they suddenly still at the inside of my thighs.
Where the cuts are.
Fuck.
It’s always dark when we’re together, but I think he noticed them the first time anyway. Because every time after that, he stops short at my thighs, his jaw tightens, something dangerous crosses his face.
