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I hiss through clench teeth then curse. It feels too good but it isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this because she’s been through enough. Grudgingly, I move her hands from my pulsating length and breathe heavily. I will not take advantage of her vulnerability, not anymore.
“I want to, fuck do I want to. But you’ve been through so much in the last couple days, Dark One.”
Hurt flashes through those electric hues and I have a feeling she thinks I don’t want to touch her intimately because of what’s happened to her.
Grasping her chin between my thumb and index finger, I glower at her and say, “Don’t. I want you more than the fucking air I breathe, Kenzi. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see what you do to me?” My eyes flicker down to my impossibly hard length and hers follow.
Her eyes stay downcast for a few moments before lifting to mine. Words lodge in my throat, feeling like graveled rocks, and what I’m about to say is something I’ve never said to anyone but my mother and mafia family. They feel foreign, yet somehow right. “I love you and I refuse to hurt you anymore.”
She gasps and fresh tears form in her eyes. And although she doesn’t say it back to me, she does say words that I never in a thousand millenniums would have expected to breach those perfect lips after everything she’s endured.
“Please, Justyce, take away the pain and the memories of them. I need to feel you because right now I can still feel their hands on me and I hate it. I’m begging you. I need you to make me feel better.”
I stand there for a moment, assessing and perplexed, watching her eyes plead for me to make good on what she’s asking of me.
I turn away, switch off the water then grab a towel and wrap it around her before cradling her against my wet chest. We move into my room and I place her on my bed.
The towel falls open and her glistening body splays out, her legs opening at the ankles and I suppress I groan.
“Are you sure?”
“Make love to me, Justyce.”
And that’s all it takes. I’m on her like a ravenous lion on his lioness. If this is what she wants then I’ll gladly give it to her.
- Kenzi -
When I woke up I couldn’t breathe and it felt as if someone was sitting on my chest. It was too much. But since spending time with Justyce, my thoughts are whipping around like a stage five hurricane. I need him to silence the whistling wind and phantom touches of men I wish I could scrub from my flesh. I can see the regret and guilt in his eyes when he looks at me and I don’t want it.
Justyce lowers, gliding in between my slippery thighs because neither of us dried off from the shower. His tongue darts out and he laps at the drops of water on my skin then peppers kisses over every inch of my body. Even though my trauma is still fresh and niggling, somehow he’s managed to quiet the demons some and now I feel as if I could combust into a fucking conflagration.
Climbing up my body, Justyce’s heated graphite eyes devour mine. His lips crash against mine, recklessly seeking entrance again. I open up for him, allowing him to pour all his love, anger, frustration and guilt into the kiss. And in the process, he takes away my pain and shame. He makes me forget.
I moan into his mouth. His hard cock presses against the lips of my pussy and sends fireworks off behind my retinas. I need him−need him inside of me to eradicate the filth and darkness shrouding me.
I’m well aware if I were to tell anyone what I was allowing Justyce to do right now, they’d think I need my head read, that I’ve fallen for my captor and I shouldn’t want this after what I’ve endured. Good old Stockholm Syndrome they’d say.
But they don’t know me. They don’t know him. And they sure as fuck don’t know how much I need him to delete the rough touch of his father, his brother and my step-father from my skin. My flesh feels like carrion until he places his hands on me, slowly obliterating every terrible thing that happened in that cell.
As if sensing my inner tumultuous ramblings, Justyce clamps down on my lip, breaking the skin once more, then he layers little bites over my chin and neck. He steals my thoughts from the cavernous nothingness I was falling into and lights me up like a fucking erupting volcano.
I claw at his back from the intensity of his teeth and overwhelming feelings of being owned by him. It blankets me, urging me to let go.
He’s toying with me, biting along my collar bone, my nipples, and it’s sending me into fucking overdrive. I’m going crazy.
Reaching around, I wrap my small fist in his dark blonde locks and pull his face to mine so I can feel his lips consuming me. I nip, gnaw and bite at his, dangerously seeking comfort with the beast himself.
He growls between the onslaught, grinding against my saturated core. “Are you sure? Last chance,” he pants.
I dare him with my eyes. Dare him to take what innocence he thought I possessed when I know there’s none left. His darkness dances perfectly with mine.
Justyce reads me as he always has and slams into me in one thrust. The sudden invasion makes me wince, and he stills. But when I tilt my hips up to meet his, he takes it as an invitation and starts seesawing in and out of me.
“Fuck me, I’ve missed you, Kenzi.”
Our lips clash as he ruts into me like a boatman on a mission, ferrying down the River Styx.
Maybe we’re wrong for each other, but he’s Hades to my Persephone and I need more of him, always more. His hand grasps my neck, squeezing softly. He slams into me then withdraws at a pace like molasses before thrusting inside again.
