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Tossing the panties, I kiss her clit. “You’re so sexy when you’re demanding.”
Her legs close in on me again as her body writhes, so I punish her with another bite to her thigh and she spreads them again.
I push two fingers inside her, watching as they seamlessly glide in and out. Her juices coating my digits.Such a little liar.Scar knows damn well I make her wetter than any dream ever has.
Bringing my mouth to her clit, I graze my teeth over the sensitive nub, drawing a moan from her. It’s a sound I could listen to all day and I work tirelessly to hear it again.
My fingers dig deeper, until all that’s visible is my raised knuckles pressed against her sex.
“Crew,” she mutters in ecstasy, and that, too, is a sound I’d like to record and replay all hours of the day.
Everything about Scar is perfect. Every sound, whether a whimper or a shout. Every touch, be it a slap or pull on my cock.
I look up, catching her lustful stare. Her mouth parts slightly, and she pants a breath. “Don’t stop,” she grumbles, fisting my hair and forcing my mouth to her.
Humming, I suck her in while working my fingers inside her. I breathe in the scent of her arousal and pocket it to memory, so I can jerk off to that aroma and this view on a rainy day.
“Oh god,” she cries out, fisting the sheets on either side of her. She lifts and pulls and her body seizes. I dart my tongue out, flicking endlessly at her clit. Faster and faster while my fingers delve deeper and deeper. “Fuck, Crew.”
Her walls clench around me, and when they relax, I slow my pace until I slide my fingers out completely.
Wasting no time, I tear off my pants, ridding myself of my boxers, and I pounce on her like a feral animal.
My cock slides right inside her like it’s home. She welcomes me with raised hips and a kiss. And my God, she feels so fucking good.
I scoop my hands behind her and levitate her back off the bed. Tugging her bottom lip between my teeth, I repay the favor from when she bit me the other day, and I clamp down. Her whimpers of pain only entice me further and I stretch her bottom lip out until I can see it with a downward glance. Only then do I let go, a little pissed at myself for not drawing blood like she did to mine.
My mouth moves to her neck, sucking on the same spot where I branded her over Jagger’s blemish. I suck hard, wanting to show everyone here that she’s spoken for, that’s she mine.
I’m granted another cry of pain, mixed with pleasure, and the sound has my balls tightening.
I glide up and down, watching the way her tits bounce. My face nuzzles between them, and when I turn my head, I nibble at the side of her breast.
I hum into her breastbone. “Let me live inside you, Scar.”
My words bring a reaction I wasn’t expecting, when she grabs my head and forces it up. She doesn’t kiss me or do much of anything, just stares into my eyes and says, “Watch me while I come.”
As if she couldn’t turn me on any more, her love language has done it again. I’m on the brink of explosion, wanting to fill her up, but knowing I can’t. Her mouth falls open and she moans. Her breaths ragged while my chest heaves in sync with hers.
Right before I come, I lift my chest, pull out, and stroke myself as I release all over her milky smooth stomach. Even as we’re both coming down, our eyes never stray from each other’s.
I kiss her lips softly, still lost in her gaze. There are meaningful words on the tip of my tongue, but I keep them to myself—for now.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
SCARLETT
Crew grabshis shirt and cleans me up, then slides his naked body up mine. This moment is everything I wanted for so long, until I didn’t want it at all. Now that it’s here again, I want it to last forever.
I run my finger over a tattoo on his collarbone. It’s some words in a different language that I don’t understand and it’s inked over a scar. “What’s this tattoo mean?”
Crew bends his neck to see which one I’m referring to. There are several different ones that flow together, so I press on the one I’m talking about.
“Remember when we were twelve and racing bikes in the alley behind Aima Hall and I crashed into that fence, flipped over it and got a nasty cut?” I nod, and he continues, “Everyone laughed but you ran in and got a first aid kit and helped me clean it up. When it healed, I had a nasty scar there. Last year, I had it covered.”
My fingers float over the letters, tracing each one. “What’s it say?”
“It’s Latin for,with you, I am me.”
