Page 259 of Jagged Souls
“So beautiful,” Varius murmurs, his eyes on my flushed cheeks. “So wonderfully mine.”
He flashes his fangs, and I arch up a little, desperate to feel his bite. He leans down and licks me, keeping his gaze on mine. I cry out. Close my eyes for just a moment before I manage to wrench them back open.
“Good girl,” he murmurs a second before he bites me.
Clenching my fists, I struggle to keep myself propped up on my elbows. He feeds from my pussy as his tongue laps at me. Dopamine and desire rush through me. My body tingles with electricity. My stomach flutters. My lips part on heavy pants. I lift my hips up as my heart sings for him.
“Fuck.Varius,” I moan.
He pushes his fingers into me. Twisting and curling and moving them in and out, he works to get me off. I buck my hips in rhythm to him. And the whole time, he holds my gaze.
Holds my heart and soul within its depths.
“I love you,” I say as I look at him through hooded eyes.
He growls back, his lips still locked on me as he feeds, but I hear the words nonetheless.
“I see you, and I still love you.”
Despite being down there for ages, he doesn’t manage to make me orgasm, and now my chest is growing tight again. Because I haven’t managed to do it either – not since we got back from the super yacht. All the normal tricks I used to use to chase an O don’t work any more. It’s like my body has fully betrayed me, and I feel so godsdamnbroken.
“Hey,” he says softly as he crawls up my body to kiss me on the lips. “What’s wrong?”
“Ican’t...” I flutter a hand at my pussy. “It’s not working.”
“You didn’t enjoy it?”
“No, I did. I just can’t…finish.” I push out the word in utter embarrassment and self-loathing, but there’s no fear of rejection from him anymore. He saw the worst part of me, and he scooped me up in his arms.
He kisses me this time. “Sex is about coming –”
“Iknow,” I say, feeling like utter shit. Like I’m not even a woman any more. “And it’s not –”
“Let me finish. Sex is about coming, but making love is about so much more than that. I’m not doing this just to get to the end, Micha. It’s the journey I want. The relearning of your body.” His hand feathers down my side and squeezes my hip. “You went through something traumatic, and the body remembers. Now I just have to listen to it.” He pauses as he kisses me again. “Just like I have to relearn mine.”
My eyes widen. “Can you still get hard?”
“Yes, but it’s harder to maintain.”
My heart aches for him. Aches for us. But all he does is smile. “But we have a lifetime together to figure it out, and I will be with you every step of the way.”
“I love you,” I murmur as I lean up to kiss him as all my love for him rolls down my cheeks, my eyes unable to contain the sheer burst of joy inside me.
“I love you too.”
“You’re better than the V,” I blurt out, worried he’s still worried about being used. But I mean it. I might not have crested the edge and dived into oblivion, but he’s given me something the V never could.
He’s given me peace.
He’s given me the strength to continue on.
Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me slowly.
Exploratory.
Taking his time to enjoy the journey.
And I don’t feel so broken anymore.
