I whine, fisting the sheets, focusing on that to try not to wriggle or tremble.
Despite his teasing words, he continues the torture. Even without really giving it any attention, he’s managed to have my core so drenched I can feel it sliding down my thighs. I desperately need him to keep going, to give me the relief I need, but he won’t if I can’t do as he says, so I grit my teeth against the blissful tremors trying to wrack my body.
“Good job, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I’ve missed getting to touch you.”
He hasn’tstoppedtouching me since he got home from the hospital. Every second that we’ve been together, his hands have been on me. Even in my sleep, he wraps himself around me like I might disappear at any moment if he’s not holding me tight enough.
I can’t help but wonder if it’ll always feel like this.
If what we’ve been through, both individually and together, will follow us for the rest of our lives, coloring our relationship and future.
The unfortunate truth is that I know it will.
Our pasts will follow us.
My insecurities over affection I don’t feel I deserve won’t just disappear. And Cormac’s deep fear that he’s going to lose us again is going to take a lot of time to dissipate.
But that doesn’t need to be a bad thing. Who we’ve become, what we’ve been through, that’s what brought us here. It might have been a bloody and bumpy road, but it led to this, so how could I be anythingbutgrateful?
A sharp pain jolts through my ass cheek, a loud crack of skin on skin filling the room, the sudden slap of my ass making me scream in surprise.
“I’m not sure where your mind just went, Brig,” Cormac soothes the sting with his warm palm, “But I’d like it to stay in this room, please.”
“Sorry,” I mumble.
He folds his body over mine, his warm, bare chest against my back, breaking away from the taunting, sinister playfulness to press a kiss to my shoulder, “Are you okay?”
I nod, “Yeah.”
His warm eyes meet mine, “Are you so used to knives already that it’s boring you, Bunny? Do I need to step up my game to keep your attention?”
I bite my lip to keep in the nervous giggle that overcomes me whenever the full force of Cormac overwhelms me like this, shaking my head, “No, I’m just… I’m-”
“I know what you are,” he smiles against my shoulder, teasing it with his teeth. “You’re in your head. But I want you,” his fingers traverse around my waist and between my thighs, finding my core, sinking inside me with no resistance, “right”, he slides them out and back in smoothly, “here.”
A long, low moan slips from my lips. Every time he’s touched me, it’s like rediscovering sex all over again. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from how good it is, how incredible he always feels.
With long, languid strokes, he glides his fingers in and out while his mouth dances along my shoulderblade.
“Stay here with me, Brig,” he pleads. “Our problems can wait. I need you. And look at that, your pussy is soaking my fingers. It needs me, too.”
A chuckle tries to slip out, but it’s stopped by the harsh moan he forces from me by rubbing his fingers against my front wall, pressing the spot that makes me see stars every time.
“Yeah, you really fucking need this, huh?” he asks, taunting me.
I nod. Ireally,reallyneed this.
He hums appreciatively, expertly fucking his fingers into me, pulling more sighs and moans from my body with every long stroke and curl of his fingers.
The moment an orgasm starts creeping in, building in my spine, Cormac gently eases his fingers from me, and I have to bite back a distressed plea.
“Face in the mattress, Bunny,” he orders, using his hand to press me down, painting the proof of how drenched I am down my spine, “I want this ass up in the air, on full display for me while I decorate your pretty skin.”
With my back arched, my head and chest buried in the soft bedding, and my ass up in the air, legs spread indecently, Cormac vanishes again, the only proof he’s even still in here the dip of the mattress between my legs.
His warm palm smooths over one cheek, spreading me slightly, and Cormac groans.
I’ve never had anyone so obsessed with just looking at me. The vulnerability of being on display this way is terrifying, but he tells me over and over, with words and sounds, just how much he loves seeing all of me.
