Page 67 of Heal For Me

She smiles against my lips. “You have no idea how good that feels to hear in person again.”

I do. “Your turn.”

“I love you.”

Three little words. Simple, yet so much meaning.

Still inside of her, I flip us over so she’s on top. She wobbles from the sudden movement but wastes no time rolling her hips.

Fuuuck me.

Payson is beautiful all the time, but sitting on top of me, rolling her hips with her head thrown back, not thinking about anything besides chasing her orgasm is when she looks the best. So raw, so real, and so bloody perfect.

Her breasts sit heavy in my hands, and she whimpers when I take her nipples between my fingers and twist. I might not want to ever scar her again, but it doesn’t mean I can’t push her limits in other ways.

“I’m gonna come,” she says, breathless from working her hips.

I twist her nipple, and her back arches. Her moans are louder, and I wonder for a second if anyone will be able to hear her, but she gasps my name and I forget anyone else exists outside of this room.

Like a prayer, she chants my name as she chases her orgasm, and when I know she’s coming, I quickly dive off that cliff with her. I’ve been ready to come since she stepped out of that bloody car.

My balls draw up, and my back tingles. I come harder than I have in a long ass time, until my balls are empty and my cum is deep inside her, right where it belongs.

She falls onto my chest, and kisses me there. “Holy shit, I’ve missed this.”

My chest rumbles with a laugh, and I drape my arms over her body and cup her ass. “Me too, babygirl. More than you could ever know.”

We stay that way for so long I wonder if she drifted to sleep, but eventually, she sits up and smiles at me. It’s lazy, so I know she was at least close.

She spears her fingers through my chest hair and sighs, a happy sound. “I can’t believe I’m engaged at seventeen.”

“To a thirty-three-year-old, no less,” I add, in case she forgot.

“I know.” She bites her lip and drops her excited eyes to me. “So dirty.”

“And yet, you just came all over this dirty old man.” I smack her ass with a loud crack, and she yelps.

“That’s because dirty old men are good at sex.” She giggles, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

“Don’t forget it, baby.”

She bites her lip and rolls off me but lays her head across my torso and twirls her fingers in my chest hair. God, I’ve fucking missed this.

“Like you would ever let me.”

She’s right about that. Now that she’s back in my life, I might never let her see anything outside of these four bed posts.

We lie in my bed for a long time, filling each other in on our time apart and enjoying each other’s company, so long I don’t know if hours have passed or days. I’ve noticed a huge difference simply in the way she speaks and carries herself. She’s more confident, and I bloody love it. She seems older, wiser, and it’s a beautiful sight seeing Payson come into herself the way she was always meant to.

I’m tickling her shoulder when she grips my arm with a tight hand and holds it up, a silent gasp falling from her lips. She shoots up and I follow after, allowing her a better angle to see my newest tattoo.

“You didn’t.”

I push back her hair with my free hand to see her face. “I did.”

“Ash.” Her voice shakes. She holds up her arm with the same marking. Only, mine is a tattoo, not a carving.

“It seemed only fair that I scar my body with the same thing I scarred yours.”

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