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It’s her turn to look confused. She reaches over and touches the scar of the arrow in my chest, a bruise on my side. She seems to be checking me for injuries. That could take all day. Not that I’m complaining. The old scars under my ink over my chest and my arms itch.
“Won’t you kiss my boo-boo better? Kissy-kissy?” I waggle my brows.
“Are you drunk?” She snatches her hand back.
I grin at her. “No, but that can be easily remedied.”
“Rys!”
“Or you could distract me instead.”
“I have to go to classes—”
“Fuck the classes. Come here.” I grab her hand, haul her against me and she falls on my chest with a funny little squawk. “Let me teach you, like I did last time. Remember?”
The flush on her face tells me she remembers perfectly. “I can’t.Youcan’t. Ophelia—”
“What does she have to do with this?”
“You’re with her, not me. Don’t you feel bad?”
“No, dammit. I’m not with her the same way I am with you.”
“I don’t understand…” Her hand slides up my chest, to my neck, slender fingers toying with the hoops in my nipples.
Her touch sets me on fire, scattering my thoughts and I can’t remember why I shouldn’t be doing this. Is there any world where this could be wrong?
“Mia,” I groan when her hand moves up my neck, traces my jaw, then my mouth. Her breasts are mashed to my chest, and her legs are folded on either side of me, and if she scoots back just a little, where I’m hard as a rock… “Oh, fuck.”
She kisses me. Her lips are so soft and warm, her taste better than I remember, sweeter, like strawberry candy on my tongue. I haven’t had this often in my life, this softness, this sweetness, and fuck, how did I keep away from her even for a few days? Feels like a lifetime. I’ve never wanted any girl like this, from the depths of me, mind and soul, my body surging up to meet hers, needing to touch as much of her as possible.
I bury my fingers in the cloud of her hair and pull her down, closer, can’t get close enough, my tongue tangling with hers as my hips rock up, my dick trying to find her even through the barrier of black denim and her lacy underwear.
All the anger that had been simmering in me for all my life, all the pain buried so deep inside so it won’t ever show, all the frustration at not knowing what the hell to do, the best course of action, the way out of this dark maze, it seems to snap.
Shift into something else.
I roll her underneath me in one swift motion, bracketing her head with my arms, settling between her legs, a deep groan rumbling up my chest. Oh yeah, this… I need her. Leaning in, I put my mouth over hers again, exploring her taste, the sounds I can wring out of her just like that, letting the stud in my tongue play, torment her sweetly.
I want to be inside her. Buried balls-deep in her heat. I want to make her scream with pleasure, brand her as mine, spoil her for any other guy.
I pull back just enough to slide one of my hands between our bodies, between her legs. Her panties are soaked and it sends a fucking thrill through me. I pull the lace aside and slide a finger into her, hissing at the sensation. So tight, so wet…
“Rys…” She arches up, a flush spreading on her cheeks, on the swell of her breasts over her top. “Oh, God…”
My cock throbs in response, in anticipation, in envy as my finger slips in and out of her hot pussy. I lift up more, to see, needing to watch as I pleasure her, as I prepare her for my dick. She moans my name and my chest feels tight, so tight I can barely breathe. I’m torn between watching my hand between her legs and her face as she writhes in pleasure.
Then her pussy clenches around my finger, her hips rise and she cries out. I watch, entranced, as her lashes flutter closed, as she gasps, her pussy spasming, and then falls back against the pillows, panting.
Beautiful.
“And now…” I gently pull my finger out, lick it, groaning at her taste. “I’m going to fuck you, baby girl. Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I promise. I promise you’ll love it. Just—”
“Rys.” She lifts a trembling hand, places it on my chest. Her eyes open, and I’m alarmed to see tears in them.
“What is it?”
“We can’t do this again until you make your decision, Rys. Are you with Ophelia or with me?”
