I run my hand down her neck and over the center of her chest, until it rests atop her pounding heart. I feel the rhythm of it against my palm, steady and rapid and all-consuming.
“You touch me like my skin heals your soul wounds,” she whispers.
“It does.” I raise my eyes to meet hers, allowing the conviction in my soul to blaze through. Allowing her to see and sense and feel the raw fervor in my gaze, knowing that she needs confirmation beyond words. “Let mine heal you too.”
33
VIOLET
“LOVE SONG” - LANA DEL REY
I dragmy hand toward her shoulder, allowing it to slip beneath the lapel of her cardigan, pushing it down her arm. She offers a subtle nod, granting permission for me to repeat the movement on her other side. I work the sweater off of her, tossing it aside before moving to her hips and inching beneath the fabric of her tank top, gliding my fingers up her stomach.
She sighs, eyes fluttering as she lifts her arms and lets me pull it over her head. She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside, too, until she’s left in my lap wearing nothing but the same black tennis skirt she had on the first time I fucked her.
I hike it over her thighs, letting it bunch at her waist as I slide my hand around her backside, grasping her ass and flushing her against me. She grasps the hem of my Henley and raises it over my stomach in silent request.
I help her tug it off, and her hands are flying to the buttons on my jeans, unzipping them just enough to reach into the waistband of my underwear and pull out my already hard cock.
My eyes are glued to her hand as it grips my base, and a spark of heat erupts at the base of my spine, causing me to grit my teeth and bite back a moan.
“Augustus,” she whispers, pumping me hard. “Look at me.”
My eyes snap to her face—radiant with passion.
“You’re my ultraviolet.”
My breath hitches, cock pulsing in her hand. I swallow, panting with need as she raises her hips and positions me against her entrance. She’s already fucking wet—so warm as she sinks down on me slowly. The moment my piercings brush against her walls, Elena’s eyes roll back, mouth dropping open.
She removes her hand, dropping her hips so that our bodies are entirely flush, and my cock throbs at the tight, soft feel of her wrapped around me. Her body clenches as she rocks her hips against me, causing both of us to gasp.
Wrapping both hands behind my neck, she rests her forehead against mine, rolling her body, connecting us in a way that would be impossible to untangle.
It’s fucking primal, the way I swallow the heavy whimpers that she feeds into my mouth with each movement.
We don’t talk, but we lock gazes, allowing our eyes to speak our words. Our tongues tangle, but we don’t kiss, allowing ourselves to taste each other’s moans. We don’t touch, we feel, hands grazing each other’s skin, allowing our souls to bind.
I wonder if her flesh is laced with stardust, because this connection of two bodies can only be described as something cosmic.
We were written long ago, when the stars themselves were created.
I drag my hand up her back, feeling the sway of her hair against my knuckles as I twist it into my palm and grip hard, forcing her head to snap up. “Look at the stars, Elena. Watch as I make them collide for you.”
A carnal moan falls from her lips, and I drag my tongue up the column of her neck, following her gaze toward the stars above us. The same constellations we branded on each other’sbodies years ago wink back, like they’ve been waiting for this moment too.
I bracket my hips, driving deeper into her and setting a punishing pace.
My eyes fall closed, savoring all other senses. The softness of her skin beneath my hands, and the warm welcoming of her body as she lets mine inside her. The smell of her arousal, and the taste of the fizzy remnants of passion fruit soda left behind from her lips. The sound of her breath as she chases euphoria within my arms.
Because this isn’t sex. This is love. A first for both of us.
“August,” she rasps, and my eyes fly open.
She’s still writhing atop me, driving herself down with every roll of her hips. The world is in full darkness now, only the light of the moon hovering above her, casting its glow upon her like a halo. She’s stunning in this light, but as I lift a hand to her face, I notice the tear slipping down her cheek.
“Baby.” I grip her hip hard enough to halt her movements. “Am I hurting you?”
She smiles, and another tear falls as she shakes her head. Placing her hand over mine, she drags it up her stomach and to her chest, until it’s against her heart.
