Her.
I trap her whimper in my throat when my hands fall to her ass, pressing her against my thick length while goose bumps break across her skin as the the rain outside intensifies.
She pushes at me again and once again, I move back while her hands sneak between us and she palms me, earning a hiss as I tear my mouth away from her. We both gulp for air. “I think we have to resume our lessons,” she says breathily, and I harden against her palm even more while my hands dig into her hips, because our lessons?
They are the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
After our first time, Lavender asked me to give free rein to all her darkest fantasies and we explored her wicked mind, some of the stuff I’ve never done myself, and this made it even better. Watching her discover her pleasure in different ways while getting off on me?
Yes, that’s a sight I’ll never get used to.
The intimacy—true intimacy I’ve only learned with her. Where sex is not just a quick, detached hookup, but every breath, caress, moan, and touch matters.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask as she unhooks my belt buckle and unbuttons my pants. “You know I love your corrupted and wicked mind.”
Her melodic laughter brings much-needed lightness, casting us under its spell and wiping everything and everyone away. “Something we’ve never done before.”
I pretend to ponder on it and sigh. “Is there something we missed in that book of yours?” I chuckle when she pokes her finger into my stomach and groan as she lowers the zipper down before wrapping her hand around my length. It pulses in her soft grip that’s nothing compered to her tight, wet heat. “Get on the bed,moy cvetochek. We can play some other time.”
After tonight I wish to claim my woman and remind us both that we belong together.
My woman doesn’t listen to me, instead she leans forward and presses a kiss to the scarred flesh on my collarbone fromwhen John dragged a knife through my flesh, enjoying my agonizing screams.
I’ve given her full control during our sexual encounters, meaning nothing happened without her consent as we fully focused on her.
My body existed to satisfy hers and that’s how I wanted it, because the idea of her taking her time with all my scars unsettled me.
I would always welcome her touch and never deny her, but her gentleness toward my ugliest parts rips something in my soul and threatens to open old wounds.
She pets my length one more time before letting go and her hands are back on my shirt as she starts to unbutton it as well. “Lavender.”
“Pleasing my man. That’s what I want to do.”
“You please me by breathing,moy cvetochek.”
She pushes me back, and that’s when I understand she’s guiding me toward the bed. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She opens my shirt and removes it, letting it slide to the floor as her hot palms roam over me, hurting and healing me at the same time.
Within time she gave me permission to touch the scar on her cheek, losing all her doubts about her beauty in my eyes, but my scars…I always diverted her attention from them.
Now they seem to hold her sole focus as she she leaves soft kisses in her wake, tracing their shapes with her fingers, and I feel dampness on my chest, realizing she’s crying. “I’m so sorry.” She drifts her lips against the one near my heart from the hot poker that burned my skin so much, the scar still gives me phantom pains sometimes. “You must have been so scared and hopeless.” Her hands land on my abdomen, where knife scars are located. One day John enjoyed watching me bleed and my broken arm wasn’t enough of a punishment according to him.
I force these images away. They have no place between us right now because my past might have been hideous…I survived it and while you can never forget, it’s possible to get past it.
She delivers few more pecks before leaning back, still caressing them. “They hurt me because I know how painful they are, but they also make me proud. Thank you for surviving and holding on, Levi. Otherwise you wouldn’t be with me right now.”
Her kisses, words, touch, they serve as a shield from all the bad memories still poisoning my mind and replace it with something beautiful.
Unfamiliar sensations and emotions crush into me, demanding my whole nonexistent soul because a woman like Lavender deserves all of me.
I just wish there was more of me to give her.
“I will never let you go. You do understand that, don’t you?” I ask harshly, half expecting her to come to her senses and get the hell out of here.
Mischief dances in her emerald eyes and she shoves at my chest, making me stumble backward until my calves hit the edge of the bed, and I raise my brow. “Getting violent, are we?”
“Not really.” She reaches behind and drags the zipper down on her dress, the cloth sliding to her feet, and she steps out of it, curling her bare feet into the floor. She’s standing naked sans her lacy panties, her mesmerizing body on display to my greedy eyes that drink in every curve and dip while my hands are itching to grab her hips and let those mile-long legs wrap around me as I drive hard into her.
Patience, patience, patience.
