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“Do what?”
“This…thing you do. Where you touch me, or kiss me, and then it’s nothing. I can’t do it, Ren. I can’t…” I didn’t know how to tell him I couldn’t have my love be unreciprocated without telling him I was in love with him.
Ren’s eyes locked on mine, and it was as if he looked into my soul. His eyes were the color of the ocean, a deep blue that I could drown in if I wasn’t careful.
That was exactly the problem.
Ren reached for me and ran his fingers through my hair. He leaned closer. I wanted to fight it. I wanted to step away, to tell him he had to back off if he wanted to let me keep my sanity at all. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t stop him.
He closed the distance between us and kissed me. It was urgent, more serious than what it had been before. Before, we’d worked on borrowed time. At any moment, something would interrupt us. This time, there was nothing to bother us. My bedroom door was closed, and it was just the two of us.
And he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
Goddess, there almost hadn’t been.
Ren pulled me closer to him so that our bodies were pressed together, and I was suddenly very aware that I was just in a towel.
“I have to get dressed,” I whispered.
Ren shook his head. “Don’t,” he murmured against my lips.
His hand slid from my cheek into my neck and then my bare shoulders. He thumbed my collarbone before he traced the skin just above the edge of my towel. He moved his hips and ground his erection against me. His need for me was evident, and it echoed my own.
“Ren,” I whispered, but he reached for the towel where I’d tucked it around my chest. He looked into my eyes, a question.
I wouldn’t stop him.
When he undid the towel, it fell to the floor, and I stood before him, naked.
He glanced down, his eyes roaming my body, and I let him look at me. After weeks of training, my body had become fit, my muscles lean and hard. Now that I was eating regular, hearty meals, I also had curves that had never been there before. Ren reached for me, and when his fingertips touched my body, electricity flowed through my veins.
He traced the scars that wrapped around my arms, the cuts that had become thick ridges of skin on my back. He took in all of me. I’d been abused a lot of times. I wasn’t ashamed of my scars—they were proof that I was stronger than what had happened to me. They were proof that I’d survived.
When Ren looked me in the eye, his gaze was filled with wonder and lust, and he kissed me again. His hands found my breasts, and he kneaded and massaged them. He tweaked my erect nipples, and I moaned as his attention made me hot for him. Wetness pooled at my center the more he touched me, and I wanted him.
I wanted all of him.
Ren gently guided me toward the bed and urged me to sit down. He pushed me backward, and he started planting kisses on my chest, my abdomen, moving down toward my hips. When he reached my pubic bone, my legs fell open for him, and I gasped.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal. I’d fantasized about him doing this so many times, and now he was here, doing it.
When he closed his mouth over my center, I stopped thinking altogether. I got lost in the pleasure as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit. I moaned and pushed my hands into his dark hair. He glanced up at me, and his eyes were dark, his pupils so dilated I could barely see the icy blue around them.
He looked primal, and his need reflected my own.
He flicked his tongue faster, alternating it with sucking on my clit, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensation sweep me up.
When I was on the edge of an orgasm, Ren slid two fingers into me. I cried out at the change of pace and the new sensation of his fingers inside of me.
He pumped them in and out, stroking my walls, making me ache to feel him inside of me. I wanted Ren between my legs, thrusting his cock into me. I wanted his lips against mine while he did, our breathing mixed and our hearts beating as one.
Ren continued to move his fingers in a rhythmic pace while he sucked my clit. Painfully slow, he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. Every time I thought I would topple over, he changed tactics on me, leaving me aching for more, teased and frustrated. He was drawing it out, and he seemed to enjoy what it was doing to me.
“Please,” I moaned, curling on the bed when I was ready to come undone at the seams, but he’d stopped me from doing so yet again.
He chuckled, his mouth against my center, and the vibrations shocked through my body.
Ren sucked on my clit again and moved his fingers. He kept the same rhythm with his mouth as he did with his fingers, and slowly, he picked up speed. The pleasure that had been just beneath the surface exploded and washed over me. I cried out, closed my thighs around his head, and let the orgasm crash down on me again and again.
