He had a way of breathing life into me, a life I wanted to live, even with the scars of my past, the embedded memories of what is now my truth,my story.
I no longer had to tend to the permanent wounds on my own.
Without another moment of hesitation, Harlen’s lips descend onto mine with urgency and my own part willingly. My hands thread their way through his hair, gripping onto his curls as his hand finds a place at the back of my skull, angling me closer.
My cherry curls blanket us in our own cloud of desire, and the undeniable need for him only grows when I suck on his lower lip and graze my teeth across his. It’s urgent and heated as my hips find a circled, undulated rhythm against his hardened length.
Harlen groans, low and chesty. “Cherry, you’re going to kill–”
My core tightens, the heat between us flushing up my neck in billowing flames. The cinders of us, that orange glow that remained, had ignited.
I hadn’t given myself to anyone sincetheytook everything from me, and the burning need to feel something again fucking terrifies me.
How long am I meant to spend healing before I take that first leap, the very one that’s so harrowing, yet it’s the only one that can set me free?
I no longer want to be the jagged remains of my torture. I want to live again, with a full heart. I want my soul to reconnect with my body. I’ve been a stranger to myself for far too long.
I need him to take me,so I can find my way back home.
“Take me, Harlen.”
His jaw tightens as he slides his mouth across my own and down the length of my throat.
“Fuck.” He inhales sharply, his face finding the sensitive spot right in the crook of my neck as he bites around my collarbone.
“Are you sure, Cherry?” he whispers, his breath warm over my shoulder. It makes me shiver.
I feel safe.
I’m going to be okay.
“Baby, you don’t have to do this. We can wait, as long as you need.”
I shake my head, tears burning a path down my cheeks when I run my nose slowly down the bridge of his. My chest falls heavy, my pulse erratic, yet so sure. “Please help me find the girl I used to be,” I whisper right over his lips.
He grabs my face with both hands, and they’re trembling. His thumbs work their way over my cheeks when he forces his forehead into mine reassuringly. “I’ve got you, okay.” His voice cracks, and I swallow my nerves. “I’ve fucking got you, Cherry.”
I am safe.
I nod, then I take a deep breath. “I know.”
Because I do.
I really do.
Harlen pins me to the mirror with his hips, his fingers finding my waist. His rough hands slide up both sides of my obliques slowly, so large, and safe, the hold he has on me so right as he explores what was always meant to be his. Harlen takes the bottom of my hoodie and rests it at my chin, exposing my now tight, aching nipples to his hungry eyes. He licks his lips and groans again before dipping his chin toward my bare skin, closing his lips over my aching flesh and sucking it back into his mouth. There’s a slight graze of his teeth before he moves to the other. My spine arches off the wall, my throat extending as my head pushes into the glass. With the pressure, I’m surprised it doesn’t crack. I whimper, my hips rolling over his gray joggers, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against my center.
“Dammit, Cherry,” he growls, the warm heat of his breath coasting over my nipples. Lost to the sensation, I grab his hand that sits at my obliques and begin to guide it downwards, my thumb brushing over the thick veins at the back of his hand.
I slide him beneath the lace of my blue panties, and when his palm is at my pulsing bundle of nerves, I graze my teeth up his throat, toward his chin before nipping him there and whispering over his soft lips, “I need to feel you again.”
He flicks the tip of my nose with his before a light, barely noticeable grin clips the corner of his full lips. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I’ve needed to hear you say that.”
His palm shakes as he rubs delicate circles over me, while the length of his long fingers feather across my entrance.
His touch is so perfect, and I shiver through the sensation.
I don’t have to ask him again when he slides two fingers into me knuckle deep, his palm twirling over my clit. I find myselfbiting down on the insides of my cheeks as I moan beneath my breath, suppressing the need to beg him to fuck me, to give me everything I’ve been missing,craving…Everything I lost.
