I meet her heat and ignite it, one hand firm at her waist, the other supporting her neck as I angle her head where I want it.I deepen the kiss, diving into her mouth and guiding the rhythm until urgency turns into wild abandon.
Our mouths fit together the way they were meant to, passionately locked, tongues tangled, teeth clashing, and lips feasting.I claim the pace, feed her what she needs, and my hungry little bird bites and whimpers and goes wild in my arms.
Her hands grab at my neck, my shoulders, holding on.I hold her right back, anchoring her where she is, where we are, letting the kiss say what neither of us can manage yet.
Everything led here.Every cardboard fort.Every drop of blood I washed down the drain.Every line of code and bargain made.All of it brought us to this moment—her trust, my hands, and the truth finally between us.
The need for air forces us to ease apart.Breathing hard, foreheads touching, we stare into each other’s eyes.
I want more.She does, too.It’s written all over her mouth, her hands, and the electricity sparking between us.
There’s still too much left unsaid.
My attention drops to her wrist.Two hair ties.Familiar.They used to live onmywrist.
I hook a finger under them and slide them free.Then I start tying off the ends of her braids, lifting one, then the other, where they drape over her chest.
As I twist the bands to secure them, the backs of my fingers brush against her nipples, teasing her piercings.I do it again, letting my knuckles graze the sensitive buds and watching her reaction.
She swallows, eyes darkening, and pupils blown wide.Desire rolls off her in waves.
My cock thickens painfully, pressing against my zipper as I draw out the task, caressing the shape of her breast, and testing her resolve.She doesn’t look away.Doesn’t tell me to stop.
“I want to see your beauty mark.”My balls tighten.
“My… Beauty mark?”
“Your sweet little mole.”I rest a finger over its hiding spot on her collarbone beneath the shirt.“Show it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
“Bossy.I thought we weren’t going back to the way things were.”
“I’m playing with your nipples while fixing your braids.Thatis where we’re going.Now take off your shirt.”
She gulps, shivers, and slowly removes her top.My attention homes in on the tiny dark mark at her collarbone.
Exactly as I remembered it.
I lean in and set my mouth there, a reverent press of lips, lingering, worshiping.She answers with a breathy sigh that goes straight to my cock.
Without breaking contact, I guide her onto her back and stretch over her.Braced on my elbows, I swirl my tongue around the beauty mark, licking, kissing, and drawing it into my mouth.Then I firm my lips and suck hard, harder, pulling blood to the surface until her pulse answers and color rises to meet me.
She releases a quiet moan, and I hold the suction long enough to leave proof behind for Wolf.
When I lean back, a dark bloom encircles her mole.Wolf will see it, and he’ll know.Her beauty mark was instrumental in keeping me from breaking at the end.Wolf used it to pull me back from a false reality where she was brutally raped on a loop for ten days.
I brush my thumb against the love bite, watching her smile at the tenderness I left behind.
That smile… I can’t stop myself from devouring it.Shifting my weight, I take her mouth, and everything else falls away.
I kiss her with all the longing and desperation I’ve been storing for years.Goddamn, I hunger for her, my heart’s blood, my precious Dove.
The intensity climbs fast, burning from fiercely focused to rabid and out of control.I taste the metal at her lip and drag my tongue over the piercing, the sight of it driving me insane.
She answers with equal passion, matching me with clawing nails and heaving breaths.We roll across the bed, legs tangling, hands roaming, grabbing at clothes and hair.
