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“You must help me to help you, to helphim.”
“What can I do?” I ask, knowing that I’d burn the whole world down for this woman if she asked me to. “I’ll do anything you ask except let you go.”
She presses her eyes shut briefly. “Show me the tenderness I’ve seen glimpses of. Show Jakub that there is more freedom in kindness than there is in hate. Help him. Kiss me. Makeloveto me.”
On the other side of the room Jakub sucks in a breath at her words, and in my periphery I see him drop to his knees, collapsing under the weight of her compassion.
“Yes,” I mutter, pressing my mouth against hers. “I will kiss you every day for the rest of my motherfucking life. I will make love to you always, for as long as the world keeps turning.”
My lips brush against hers gently, softly, with care and tenderness, and with every second that passes the need for violence abates and my desire to cause pain lessens. This kiss makes me more vulnerable than I’ve ever been and, conversely, the strongest. My blood pumps faster, my pulse beats louder, my heart fucking comes alive. It fills with emotion, with feeling, and as the seconds pass I can feel it slowly stitching back together piece by ragged piece. It enlarges and grows powerful, fucking indestructable, until it’s no longer this pathetic, mutilated organ still poisoned with all the bad in me.
It begins to mend, for her, for my brothers, for me.
My fingers push into her hair as my mouth slants over hers. I want to slide my tongue past her lips, but I wait for her to open up, refusing to take something else from her. Waiting for her to kiss me back.
Then she does. She opens her mouth and lets me in.
“Christy. Christy. Christy,” I mutter, grasping her cheeks as we kiss, and kiss and kiss. Her fingers curl into my hair, her body presses against mine, slick with perspiration, vibrating with an unexplainable need that matches my own.
It’s like fucking magic, this energy between us, thisbelonging.
I can’t explain it any other way.
“You’re my home,” I say, needing her to understand the full extent of what’s happening to me.
She gasps, her eyes widening, her birthmark darkening. There’s a glimmer in her eyes of some deeply hidden emotion that I can’t even begin to unravel right now, too distracted by her beauty, her energy,her.
“Will you let me come home?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her lips and tongue seeking mine.
The kiss evolves, and there’s this frenetic energy between us snapping and crackling just like the lightning that continues to carve the night sky with forks and slashes. The palms of my hands tingle as I slide them down her body, my lips following their trail. I stop at every spot I bit her, pressing wet kisses against the teeth marks I made on her breasts, stomach and hip bones, my tongue laving over her skin in an attempt to soothe the pain I inflicted until I’m on my knees between her legs. Cupping her pussy gently, I look up at her, acutely aware that Jakub is watching this all unfold.
Silent. Unmoving.
“I’m going to kiss the pain away. I’m going to soothe every place that I hurt. Can I?” I ask her, knowing that even though I want her badly, I can andwillwalk away if she refuses me. That I’m strong enough to do that now. That I willalwaysbe strong enough now because of her.
She flicks her eyes at Jakub and I follow her gaze. He’s staring at us both, utterly stunned by the turn of events. Right now, he’s trapped within his own tumultuous cyclone of emotions, he’s a prisoner to them. Jakub couldn’t hurt either of us even if he wanted to.
“Please,” Christy murmurs, drawing my attention back to her as she stares down at me, her fingers snaking through my hair as her long tresses fall around her face in a tumble of waves. The kindness in her eyes, the compassion, and the willingness to accept this moment takes my breath momentarily. She takes my breath and at the same time feeds me precious oxygen. My heart thump, thump, thumps in my chest as we stare at one another.
I’m captivated, caught, enraptured by her.
“Take the pain away,” she whispers, and I know she isn’t just talking about hers, butmine, Jakub’s too.
I nod. “Yes.” Then with the utmost care, I press a gentle kiss against her mound, my mouth lingering over the junction where her pussy lips meet. I barely graze her there, acutely aware that right now I need to be gentle, reverent. I need to give, not take. She rocks her hips slightly, her fingers flexing against my skull and I take my cue, already understanding her body, her needs, as I slide my hands up her freckled thighs. She parts her legs, showing me without words that she welcomes this. Me. She’s giving me the chance to do this over, and I won’t fail her this time.
A streak of blood against her inner thigh reminds me of what I’ve done and the pain I caused, and without hesitating, I press my tongue against it, licking her clean, tasting her essence.
She gasps, her fingernails scraping my scalp as I trail my lips up, up, up until my mouth is pressed gently against her pussy lips once more. Slowly, I slide the tip of my tongue between her folds and over her clit, pressing it against the nub, tasting her.
She moans, rocking gently against my face.
My cock jerks, weeping precum at that simple gesture ofwant.
Bringing my hands to her pussy, I gently spread her outer lips then lick her again, this time using the flat of my tongue. She shudders, so responsive. Her legs part, giving me better access and I duck down further, tipping my head back, lifting my eyes to meet hers as I taste her, blood and all.
“Oh!” Her eyes widen, her nostrils flare, and a rumble of possession rises up my throat as I lap at every last drop of blood, consuming her pain and replacing it with pleasure. “Leon,” she whimpers, her fingers tightening, her hips rocking, her mouth parting as she spreads her juices over my face and I breathe her in, worshipping her with my mouth and tongue.
