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The topographical map of Cain.

I’ve kissed, licked, and sucked on each one. It will never be enough. I want all his darkness along with his light.

“I’m joining you.” He walks towards me, head ducked, devouring me with his hooded gaze.

“The water will fill with blood…” I say, my eyes moving over him once more. Cain’s long, strong fingers work through the buttons down my front, his gaze never leaving mine.

“I don’t care. I’ll drink it.” I lift my arms as he slips my dress off and tosses it to the floor. “Let me wash you.”

I stand here, naked, my pussy, ass, and legs caked in dried blood. I haven’t had a shower since I’ve been there; I am disgusting. And yet, he looks at me, his gaze so pained and longing, begging me to let him take care of me. So, I place my palms on his abs, my fingers brushing over his scars.

“Okay,” I say, then lift on my toes and kiss his jaw.

Cain slips into the water, then holds my hand as I submerge into the comforting heat. I dunk under, letting it work its magic over my face and head. I hold my breath, my life source. Something I’ve had taken from me in times of pleasure and in times of fear. When my lungs start to burn, I exhale through my nose, releasing my pain to the surface. Cain’s hands grip my shoulders, and I suck in a breath when he lifts me from the water and pulls me into his chest. The water drips down my nose, my lips, and into my mouth.

New.

I am new.

I rest my head on Cain’s shoulder as I move my fingers through the water. He runs his nose over my practically bald head, down my cheek, my neck, until finally placing a kiss on his mark on my shoulder. I take a deep inhale, then exhale my tension. Cain reaches over, grabs a washcloth, lathers it in soap, and submerges it in the water; the soft fabric cleansing along my inner thigh.

“I’m sorry.” His words rumble low as his lips brush my neck.

“For what?”

“All of this.” He brushes the cloth over my other thigh. “Thinking you were safe hidden here, opening the door for Morgan, for everything they did to you… To our baby.”

“You didn’t do any of this. Our world did.” His lips press against my neck, my shoulder. “Sing for me?”

I’m the only one who has heard him sing.

Cain’s voice is clean with a slight rasp in the right places. When he sings, his pain and passion fill me.

His love fills me.

A rumble from his chest against my back. His strong hand cleaning my body. Then his voice fills the air around me.

Love Song by Yungblud.

We sang Yungblud songs for hours when we decided to make an album together. We let our hearts burst out in that little studio. Cain showed up with a few songs he had written himself. He said he wrote them for me.

I didn’t realize then how much feeling was behind them.

The cloth moves over my ass, back around my thigh, over my pussy.

Cain moves the cloth gently over me until I’m cleaned. He rings the cloth out, sets it on the side table, and places both hands over my thigh. The rumble of his chest and the brushing of his lips over my body as he sings surrounds me, heals me. Cain’s hands rub up and down over my thighs. Over, then along the inside. His fingers dig in, massaging my muscles that I didn’t even know were tight. Up and over my hips, my back, my shoulders. After a few minutes, when the song is over, his hands slide back down my body, back over my thighs.

“You are beautiful.” Cain kisses my ear, sucking the lobe in between his teeth. While one hand moves up and down along my thigh, his other slides up along the inside, then over my pussy. I inhale, my breath stuttering out of me as his middle finger slides over my clit.

Up and down. Up and down.

“Cain…” I whine as his hand on my thigh moves up to my breast, his fingers pinching and flicking my nipple.

“Yes, my Love?” He kisses my neck and nips at my jaw. His finger slowly circling around and sliding over my clit. Cain’s cock twitches and firms against my back.

“Cain… I can’t do anything for you right now.” Please don’t stop…

“You’re doing everything for me by letting me take care of you.” He nips at my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. His finger sliding down, hovering and circling my entrance, then back up to my clit.