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That’s it, little siren, meekness doesn’t suit you, this right here, this confidence… this looks good on you.
“Are you going to involve the police in this?” Suki asks.
“What do you mean? In what?”
“Adrien. I know you have plans… I do not know what they are, but I know you have plans. Otherwise you would not have gone scouting his location.”
I watch her for just a second as I ponder what I should say…
“If Connor’s going to be involved, and it’s a bigif, he won’t be involved as police. He can be trusted.”
“Can you?” she asks bluntly, and I don’t hesitate.
“No.”
She turns to leave, but I stop her and pull her back by her hand.
“But when it comes to your safety and Adrien, you don’t need to worry about trusting me. The motherfucker is going to pay, no matter what you think of me.”
I’m only holding her wrist, yet her body is completely stuck to mine, her head bent back hard so she can look at me, since she’s a foot shorter. My other hand goes to the hair flowing down her back and I wrap some of it around my fist, holding her there, her eyes stuck to mine.
“I can’t trust myself around you, which means that you shouldn’t either, but Adrien… he’s a whole different story. Do you understand this, Suki?”
I see her gaze moving between each of my eyes, her brows furrowed just enough to form a little crease between her eyebrows, like she’s trying to see the lies in my eyes. She’s trying to figure me out, but no matter how our demons sing to each other, no matter how hard she looks, my eyes can’t convince her to trust me. She’s alone in assimilating the information in front of her and making the decision.
“Yes…” she finally speaks, and her eyes are not on mine anymore… she’s looking lower. My other hand goes to the base of her throat, laying it possessively around it. I feel her pulse speeding up under my palm, her breathing a little bit faster, and her body shivering lightly like a low humming, vibrating through mine.
So I do the only thing that I truly crave right now. I lean over and touch my lips to hers. I savor her, indulge in her softness, barely grazing her lips. I kiss her with an unnatural gentleness and I feel her melt into me, her body relaxing under my touch, her lips parting slightly, playing this gentle game with mine.
Her hands are on my chest and I’m not even sure she realizes how hard she’s clutching my sweater in her fists, holding me to her, our lips gently pressing into one another, brushing side to side, nipping her lower lip before my tongue opens her up for me.
This is different… just like it was when we woke up for the second time today. She looked so serene, laying naked on her belly, in my bed, clutching my pillow as she was quietly contemplating the view. She looked soft against the cream sheets, even her scars looked beautiful bathed in the midday sun. It was different compared to what we did in the morning. What I did to her… I had to… I needed to…
Now… I’m different…
She’s different…
We’re different…
I swipe my tongue inside her mouth as she explores mine and this fucking moment makes me feel like I’m finally home.
Where do we go from here?
SUKI
He smells of musk and cedarwood and tastes like sin, sweet goddamn sin. I am clutching his sweater as he holds me by my hair exactly where he wants me and exactly where I do not want to be, but where I feel I need to stay.
This kiss feels like a silent conversation, each swipe of our tongues, a word, each brush of our lips, the end of a sentence. There is so much possession in his touch, one hand in my hair holding me still, the other on the base of my throat, yet this kiss… this has nothing to do with my body… no…
This is a possession of my newly mended soul… my fractured mind… my frail heart… This is the worst kind of possession, the one I will never be able to escape, the one that will trap me here, the one that will devour me alive and spit me out a mangled mess that could never be restored to its previous form.
Yet I cannot seem to be able to let go of him.
The slow, torturous, and delicious kiss keeps going for what seems like hours and I definitely understand now. He cannot trust himself around me just as I cannot trust myself around him.
He cannot stop touching me, and I crave it. He cannot stop brushing his lips against mine, just as I cannot stop enjoying it. And for some damn reason, he cannot keep his hands off me… and I cannot seem to stop reveling in the delicious feel of his grip around my throat.
My guard keeps going down, sinking into the damn ground and it is getting too slippery. I am losing my grasp on it and cannot seem to be able to lift it back up.
