“I will not take from you. I want you to show me how togive.”
She was silent for a moment, a million emotions flooding her expression before she faced him again. Her stormy green eyes were bright and highlighted by the pale light flooding over them.
“Lay down.”
It was not a question.
It was a demand.
Brooks smiled devilishly as the anticipation rolled off of his passenger. This dominant being inside of him was not used to being put in its place.
It liked it.
Theyliked it.
He laid back and placed his arms behind his head, a silent invitation.
She stood wordlessly and straddled him, her eyes drinking him in as she moved. When she settled atop him with her core pressed against his dick he almost lost it.
“Fuck,“ he groaned, and he knew she felt it too as she threw her head back on an inhale and ground against him.
Gods how he wanted to reach out to grab her hips and make her do it again, but he kept his hands gripped on the metal headboard.
She was in control, and he was hell bent on keeping it that way.
After the initial shockwave of pleasure, his Siren looked back down at him. She looked tentative, shy, even, but that didn’t stop her from tugging at his scrub top to expose his bare torso.
Brooks lifted, coming face to face with her, as he pulled the stiff fabric off his body. She took both of his hands and placed them on her hips and she explored every inch of his shoulders and chest. She lingered on his scars, showing each one attention before moving on to the next.
“What are these from?”
“Some I got here. Some, I don’t remember.”
He didn’t expect her next move.
She placed her hands on either side of his head, careful to avoid his new wounds, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
He swallowed the rush of emotion and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her body as close to his as he could manage without squeezing too tightly.
“We’re just two broken people held together by bandages,” she spoke softly into his hair. “But you make me feel like I could be whole again.”
She pulled back, the gap small between them, and lowered her mouth to his. Her kiss was gentle, and only when he tasted a hint of salt did he realize she was crying.
Or, maybe, they were his tears. Her words opened a chasm of pain within his chest, but not because they hurt.
No. It was because her words filled him with hope and that fueled a great war inside him. Tomorrow, he would face it.
Tonight, though, he just wanted to get lost in her.
Their kiss deepened, desperation and urgency fueling their fire. Slow licks turned into biting and ragged breaths, his hands roaming her body as hers gripped his neck and held him firmly to her mouth.
Brooks cupped her ass and pressed her fully against his erection, their cries of pleasure mingling.
Xia drew her hand up the back of his head, laced her fingers through tousled hair and tugged his head back, exposing his throat to her.
A low growl rumbled through his chest, his passenger longing to meet her dominance head on. Her lips pressed against his hammering pulse point, earning her a desperate moan that echoed through the empty room. One soft flick of her tongue was the only warning she gave before her teeth sank into his vein. Her hold on him became instinctual, a huntress in the throes of the kill.
He jerked and writhed beneath her as his hands grasped her hips in a bruising hold. She moaned against his skin, losing herself in the feel of where their bodies met and the blood washing down her throat.
