Page 94 of Scar

She nodded once, murmuring, “I trust you.”

Scar placed his large palm between the valley of her breasts, mimicking her. Her heart was racing just as his was. Tally reached behind her back, unhooking and removing her bra, before returning her hand to his chest.

He noted their ironic juxtaposition; she had dark skin with a white soul while he had light skin with a black soul.

Yin and yang.

“Are you burning too? I feel like a single kiss will set me aflame.”

She had no idea, but she was about to.

Scar lowered his mouth to her breast. Taking her nipple between his lips, he suckled and teased the tight bud. Her back arched into his touch as Scar lowered his hands down to the button of her jeans.

They moved as one, as if this was their hundredth time making love instead of their first. Tally rolled onto her back. Scar’s mouth did not leave her breast as he followed, pulling her pants and panties down her long legs. Tally shifted, kicking her shoes off with the tips of her toes before bending her knees so he could completely remove her clothing.

He wanted to go slow, to savor this luscious body beneath his, but he was so starved for her. He felt like a coil waiting to spring. His muscles were so tense, trying to maintain a modicum of control.

He would cut off his own dick before he caused her an ounce of discomfort.

Scar shifted so he was over her and Tally’s legs widened. He settled himself against her heat. Fuck, he could feel her dampness against his cock. He had been trying so hard not to think about or with his dick, his entire focus on her pleasure. But the feel of her slickness rubbing up against his cock as she tipped her hips was nearly too much.

A hand on his lower back, the other went into his hair. Scar was not expecting to feel that hand tighten and then pull his hair up, lifting his mouth off of her breast.

“Look at me, Scar.” He shifted, raising himself up on his arms over her. “Are you looking? I can feel you. You’re all tension and boiled up power. If your fear is that you’ll hurt me, then think again.” She nipped his shoulder. “Maybe I like a bite of pain with sex. You can’t and won’t hurt me, and you just promised not to hide from me. If you want to pound me into this mattress, then do so. If I wake up with bruises in the morning, know I’ll consider them well-earned. If you want to make love to me slow and sweet, then do so. So long as you’re giving meall of you.” Her lips twitched. “And just know, fast or slow, hard or soft, I plan on scratching the hell out of your back.”

Holy hell. Motherfucker. At those words, the coil sprung.

Scar lowered his mouth back down to her breast—andbit. He did not break her silky flesh, but he would leave the impression of his teeth.

Tally screamed. “Julian!” And true to her warning, the fingernails of the hand on his back dug into his skin.

Reaching behind him, he took hold of her wrist. He did not dare remove her hand from his skin, but he also had enough marks on his back to last him a lifetime. Scar brought her hand down to the globe of his ass. Her nails bit into his cheek and Scar groaned. She could leave any marks she wanted on his ass; it was hers, after all.

Scar hollowed his cheeks around her nipple. He loved how reactive she was to his playing with her breasts because he loved worshiping her there.

Scar ground his pelvis down, rubbing the ridge of his cock against her sensitive bud. Her hips rolled, meeting his and increasing the friction between them.

When he felt her tense beneath him, Scar rose up to claim her mouth. He wanted to swallow her first orgasmic scream, and when it came, he wished he could hold it inside his lungs for eternity.

He shifted his hips, hoping the single orgasm was enough to prepare her. The head of his cock notched inside her wet entrance. Tally squeezed his ass and bit his lower lip. It was all the permission he needed.

Scar surged inside her. Fuck, she was so tight. He remembered the feel of sex, but being with Tally was an unfair comparison. A single blade of grass to a sunlit pasture. She was everything and he was entirely hers. Her inner muscles quaked around him, and their connected mouths tensed together as she moaned and he let out a possessive growl.

Scar thrust several times, and though he was inside her as far as he could go, it still wasn’t far enough. Gripping her arms, he rolled them with their bodies still linked. On his back, he sank even further inside.

Tally rose up, her hands seeking his. Their fingers laced together, reminding Scar of the first time they’d touched. Fuck, had that only been yesterday? So much time and yet not enough. Never enough. He needed forever with this woman.

Tally brought their hands over his head, taking his mouth while rolling her hips. The bed shook beneath them. Scar planted his feet flat on the mattress, his knees bent behind her ass. He pounded up inside of her. Tally met him thrust for thrust, their rhythm nearly in sync.

The trust between them was infinite, their love explosive. The roar inside Scar’s head was deafening, drowned out only by Tally’s passionate cry. He erupted inside of her, staking his final claim.

Gasping for breath, Tally collapsed over top of him. Her breasts pressed tightly between them.

But Scar was not ready for this to be over. Like an addict, he needed more of her.

Placing his hands on her hips, he started to rock her pussy up and down over his cock again. She groaned, but it was not a sound of distress. Only exhausted pleasure.

Rolling once again, he pulled himself from her heat, flipped her onto her belly, and then surged back up inside her. He wanted to take her from behind but couldn’t stand the idea of separating from her in the traditional doggie-style position. Too much space. Scar needed to be as close to this woman as physically possible.

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