James thrusts harder and deeper, hitting me in all the right spots. My body hums like a live wire. I come alive for him, giving as good as I’m receiving.
Back on top I hold his palm to my heart showing him what my words can’t express. He owns me. I ride him fast then slow, repeating the rhythm until my body quakes, another orgasm rips through me. My lover knifes his hips up, cock jerking inside me, painting the walls of my pussy with his release.
When it’s over, he hugs me to his chest. Our bodies still connected. My pulse racing. His heartbeat thumping in my ear. Lips to my forehead he whispers, “I’m sorry, Lex. I should’ve been stronger.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t ruin this. I’ve never felt more alive than when you look at me, James. The little things you do. The brush of your fingertips on my cheek. The rhythm of your heart beating against mine. The way our bodies fit together perfectly. All the tiny fragments that add up and blend into the whole picture of you. I love you. I don’t care if that makes me a horrible person. No one has ever given a shit about me. Not until you. Tomorrow you can be sorry. You can hate me if you want, but not tonight. It belongs to me. You belong to me.”
“What if I don’t want it to end?”
I quirk a brow at him. “That you or the liquor talking?”
“Both.” His large hand cradles the back of my head and brings me in for a kiss so raw and beautiful my heart nearly beats out of my chest. He goes hard again inside me. Thumb pressed to my lips to silence me he has one request. “Get on your knees for me.”
I do what he wants even though it’s breaking me to do so. Being with him any other way I can do, but this...the position I was assaulted in has those flashes of torment I keep trying to bury rearing their ugly heads and vile threats. “You’re lucky to be alive.”
Dropping my head, I close my eyes as tears begin to fall. The bed shifts with his weight as he moves behind me. Biting my lip, I cry out when James presses down on me. I know he won’t hurt me. He’s not them. I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“This how they took you? Hold you down. Make you beg?”
“Shut up.”
“Got to face it, baby. Don’t give them that power over you. Take it back.”
“You weren’t there. You don’t understand.”
“I know I wasn’t. If I were, they’d already be dead.” Lips pressed to my spine, he traces the curve, dragging his lips slowly across my skin, rubbing me with his facial hair. “Never hurt you.” An arm goes around my middle, holding me up. I lay my head back on James’s shoulder, dropping my ass against his crotch and he slides right in. “This body is mine to take. You gave it to me, pretty girl.” Pulling both arms behind my back he binds them with his bandanna then shoves me forward again down on my knees, face and chest pressed into the mattress.
I draw in a sharp breath and focus on him and him alone.
“I know you think they broke you, but I’m putting you back together again.” His palm slaps my ass cheek, curving to hold me there as he thrusts deeper in. “Give it all to me. Your pain. Your beauty. Let go for me.” Teeth dragging across my shoulder he bites me. Not hard or rough but in a playful nip. Body slapping against mine he takes that horrible memory and turns it into dust. Giving me something good in its place.
Giving me all his beauty and sparks of color in a darkened and fucked up world that will never accept the way he makes me feel. I know I’ll love him forever. People will say I’m too young. They won’t understand. He sees the real me. The girl who hides behind the idea of who people expect me to be.
When others tell you who you are enough eventually you become that version of yourself even when it feels wrong.
But this isn’t wrong. This is who we are. Two wandering souls connecting in the only way we know how to. Skin to skin. Mouth to mouth. He ravishes my body, taking and taking until I have nothing left but my aching soul. With one final thrust he shudders and quakes, his cock jerking inside me, filling me completely.
Pulling out he rolls off the bed, unbinds my wrists, and brings me with him. In the bathroom, this man handles me with care, wiping away the remnants of his passion that’s running down my thighs. Neither of us speak. We don’t need to. We both know that I’d be happy if tomorrow never comes. After I fall onto the bed and he holds me close. Nothing passes between us except shallow breaths and unspoken promises of what can never be.
I lay with him, stroking my fingers along his skulls and roses that are inked over his chest. My bad man. My lover. My protector. He doesn’t know it, but I do...James—Murder...he’s gonna be my world.
Grabbing my hand, he threads his fingers with mine and kisses my knuckles. “Get some sleep.”
I wish I could but I’m afraid that once I close my eyes this...him...we’ll disappear. He’ll be gone, and all it will have been is a fantasy that felt all too real.
I close my eyes and fall asleep quicker than I wanted to.
Morning comes too soon, returning us to reality. To a world where we can’t exist. But for one night I had everything I ever wanted, and it was all I dreamed it would be and more. I awaken with his heavy body curled around mine. Our legs tangled together. My cheek pressed to his tattooed chest. His
