Page 44 of Cavern of Silence
Silence.
He kisses my tears, and when I inhale sharply, he freezes, and his gaze drifts to my mouth.
Heat forms in his eyes. His jaw clenches. He brushes his thumb across my lips.
The need I felt the previous night for him escalates and burns in my core. The longer he stares at me, the more I begin to think he's pitying me. I take a step back, but he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me to his body. His other hand firmly holds the back of my head, and his lips lightly brush mine. He doesn't move his mouth off me.
I part my lips to speak, but he slides his tongue in my mouth and ruins me, lighting a flame in my loins so hot, my knees weaken, and the only thing holding me up is his arm.
He hungrily flicks his tongue in my mouth, as if he somehow needs me as much as I need him. And his body molds into mine as his erection grows, digging into the naked flesh on my stomach. It reminds me I'm a woman and he's a man. A man I want and need and crave to feel, even if only for a brief moment to prove that I'm still alive.
I'm sure it'll destroy me further, but there isn't much left of me anyway. So I slide my hands under his shirt, stroking his warm skin.
He groans in my mouth and his erection pulses, which only ignites the flames of desire tenfold.
I lift his shirt, and he reaches behind him with one hand, breaking our kiss for a split second to pull it over his head, then finds my mouth again.
When his hand strokes my back, over the spot I'm branded, I freeze.
His eyes lock on mine, and he walks backward with me until he's on the bed, sits, puts me on his lap, and moves my hair to the front of my body.
"Don't—"
"Shh." His lips trace my scars. His fingers from one hand roll my nipple and the other dip into my pants.
"Oh God," I cry out the moment his digits slide into my sex.
He doesn't pause or flinch. In a seamless motion, he cocoons me into his body, doting on my imperfections, as if they are desirable instead of grotesque. And he shows me I'm still alive and not dead.
"You're beautiful and perfect. No one can take that away from you," he murmurs into my ear and returns to kissing my back.
I tremble in his arms, unable to control the incoherent noises that escape from my lips.
"You're exquisite." He sucks on my earlobe as adrenaline and heat roll through my cells in a high I thought I would never feel again.
His erection only pushes harder and bigger against me.
How large is he?
I straddle him, and he claims my mouth again.
I reach for his zipper, and he grasps my hand. I freeze.
"I ummm..." He takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"No, that's not what I'm trying to say."
I wait.
He swallows hard. "I haven't done this in over three years."
"Oh."
"If I don't ummm...if I do something wrong..."
I put my finger over his mouth. "It's been longer for me."
