“Let’s not talk about him right now,” she breathed, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest, igniting my desire and desperation. “Just… make me forget.”
Her request sent a rush of adrenaline through me. I leaned in, brushing my lips softly against her temple, then her cheek, slowly making my way down to her mouth. I captured her lips with mine, a blend of fierce hunger and restrained passion. The kiss was slow at first—testing, teasing—before it deepened with urgency, both of us letting go of the uncertainties that had tethered us.
As my fingers continued their exploration, she melted into me, sighing softly against my mouth. I wanted to be inside of her, so I undid my pants and she pulled out my cock. I groaned and gritted my teeth as she stroked firmly, teasing me with her gentle movements. Scarlett's eyes danced with mischief, a spark igniting within her as she felt my pulse quicken beneath herhand. The tension in the air shifted, morphing from a heavy weight of despair to something electric, an urgent need that pulsed between us.
“Just a little more,” she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile that made my heart race.
The innocence of her appearance juxtaposed with the audacity of her actions made my head spin. In that moment, I saw a glimpse of the fiery spirit that had been tucked away—the girl who didn’t shrink in darkness, but instead fought back with all her might.
But the battle raged behind her eyes, a turmoil of conflicted emotions. She might have been torn between wanting to escape her reality and relishing in this moment of raw connection, but for now, she was here—and that was enough for me.
I leaned back against the wall, pulling her with me, my hands finding their place at her waist as she began to ride the rhythm of her strokes—quickening them, losing herself to the rising tide of desire.
“Scarlett,” I warned breathlessly, trying to hold onto the last of my composure. “Don’t push me too far.”
A throaty laugh escaped her, laced with an intoxicating mix of defiance and joy. “And what if I do?” she challenged, her cocky grin brightening the dim room. It was a side of her I had missed—loud and dangerous, reminding me of the girl I once knew who danced recklessly on the edge of chaos.
“Then I won’t be responsible for what happens next,” I replied, leaning into her touch, subtly guiding her movements with my hips.
I could feel the tension building, our chemistry crackling like a live wire charged with electricity, but I knew I had to keep it together—we both did.
Suddenly, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, “Then take me somewhere else. Somewhere far away from all of this.”
The honest longing in her voice tugged at my heart, igniting a protective instinct that surged within me. And in that breathy moment, I realized what I wanted to offer her was more than just an escape from her pain; I wanted to give her a chance to feel alive again, to reclaim her spirit.
I grasped her chin gently, forcing her gaze to meet mine, a seriousness creeping into my tone. “Then let’s make a pact. We both need to choose who we want to be. I won’t let you drown, and you won’t let yourself slip out of my reach. Do you understand?”
Her expression softened, the glimmer of rebellion still twinkling in her eyes. “Okay,” she said, tentatively, confirming our unspoken agreement as if it were a fragile promise.
I lifted her slightly, guiding her with my legs until she straddled me fully, her knees pressing into the mattress. Instinct took over as she gripped my shoulders, pushing down against me, her actions echoing the tumultuous feelings threatening to consume us both.
“A little more,” I urged, my voice low with need. “Just let go. Forget everything else. Just… us.”
At that moment, Scarlett surrendered. The weight of her anxiety and sorrow melted away, replaced with the sheer intensity of our connection. The kiss we shared was more than a mere distraction; it was a declaration that no matter what lay ahead, we would navigate this tempest together. It was a promise of resilience, of second chances, and the kind of connection that defied the darkness haunting both of our lives.
As the last remnants of tension ebbed between us, I felt hope blossoming amidst the chaos, rooting itself deep within my chest. She lost herself against me, surrendering to the moment.
With every movement, she began to reclaim fragments of herself—pieces I had feared might be forever lost to the shadows. There was an energy thrumming between us, a powerful current that made the world outside fade into oblivion. I cupped her face in my hands, marveling at the softness of her skin and the brilliance in her eyes that sparkled with a newfound determination.
“Scarlett,” I murmured, breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe. “Look at me.” My voice was steady, filled with warmth and affection, anchoring her to the promise of something more than fleeting moments.
She looked at me and searched my gaze for the truth.
"Good girl," I replied, sealing my vow with another kiss—this one deep and consuming. It was a kiss that spoke of hope, a promise that despite the chaos of our lives, we could cultivate a sanctuary in each other.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled me closer, molding her body against mine. I could feel her heart racing, and it sparked an intoxicating fire within me. The room was heavy with anticipation and the sweet scent of her skin mingled with the earthy remnants of the dark days we had both survived.
Suddenly, the charm of the moment was shattered by the sound of a phone ringing—a shrill disruption that reverberated against the walls. My heart dropped at the very thought that it could be the call I had been dreading. In one swift motion, we pulled apart, the air thick with tension as I glanced toward the pile of clothes and forgotten belongings strewn across the room.
“It’s the burner,” Scarlett gasped, her eyes wide with unease. There was a shift in her demeanor; the ease we had just shared began to fracture as reality crashed back in.
I cursed under my breath, my instincts roaring to life. “Stay here,” I commanded, a sense of urgency coursing through me as I jumped to my feet. “I’ll get it.”
“No! I don’t want to—” she protested, but I cut her off with a determined glare.
“Listen to me,” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended. “If it’s him, you need to be prepared. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She nodded reluctantly, her fear evident, but I saw something else in her eyes—a flicker of courage stemming from the connection we had just forged.
