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I grabbed Sorina by her hips, hoisting her up, and she clutched my forearms, blue eyes wide as I pressed her against me.
The relief was immediate. She squeezed her thighs around me, and I pulled her wet hair to the side. My mouth was hot against her cold skin, and she leaned her head back, almost sighing, out of control ever slightly, making my desire to push her over the edge aflame inside of me.
In my dreams, in the stories I told, I saw us—flesh to flesh—as we moved.
On that night, in the waking hours of dark hearts, I mimicked the dream me, the fictional me.
She grabbed my head, moving me to her breast as if I needed guidance. I took her nipple in my mouth and gripped her back, raking my hands down. She winced and when we locked eyes, hers were black, and I blinked as she closed them.
I let her nipple slip from my mouth and grabbed her face, making her look at me, but when she opened her eyes, they were blue. And the smirk on her face was telling. Just as in dreams, in fantasy—she was playing a game, teasing me, taking me to the edge.
I flipped us over. Ripped my shirt over my head and grabbed her thighs as I looked down at her. Again a thin strip of dark fabric was all that kept me from what I wanted to taste.
Sorina went to speak, and I reached for her jaw and pressed my thumb to her lips. “If I want instruction, I’ll ask,” I said.
With a smile, her hands went up and gripped the headboard, and I raked my eyes over every bit of her exposed flesh. Her pink nipples, her sharp hipbones, the blue veins beneath her pale skin. I grabbed the rope, securing her wrists to the cheap metal rails of the headboard, then knelt down, hands hooked under her knees as I breathed on her panties—wet and cold from the rain and snow, but warm, too. Warm for me.
When I let go of her right thigh, I gripped the fabric covering her and pulled it to the side. I saw pink, her little bud, the way she throbbed, and I thought I could hear her heart beating in her chest but I tried to convince myself I was going mad. I wasn’t, and that heartbeat would be a beacon one day when she was away from me.
I leaned forward, running my tongue through her folds, across her clit, before swirling around. Sorina made a slight sound, and I smiled as I licked more, my right hand wrapping around her thigh, locking her in place. Sorina’s grip on the headboard was forgotten, and her hands grasped for me, but she couldn’t reach. When I glanced up at her she was smiling with with her eyes closed as I tasted and pulled from her.
I pressed two fingers to her opening, slipping them in, curling them, and she pushed up against my mouth. That was different; that was new. The way she responded.
And I was fucking hard, pressing into my mattress, aching to feel her around me. She made me feel safe and alive, exhilarated and worthy of hands to my flesh. She was taking from me and giving to me. It was both of us.
We both wanted each other.
I’d never felt that in my life, and my eyes were greedy with every new sight. I’d always closed my eyes when they took from me, but in the dark of my room, I watched every move, insatiable, licking and touching.
Unable to handle the ache any longer I pulled away from her sex and ripped the rope from her wrists and the headboard. I flipped her onto the bed face first, pulling her to the edge, bending her over. I kicked her legs apart and dropped to my knees, hands raking up the inside of her thighs, she tried to lean up, and I pushed her face into the covers.
“Shhh,” I hushed, biting her flesh, pushing her thighs apart. I fisted her long red hair when I licked her from behind, then yanked when I stuck my tongue inside her pink hole. She hissed out a breath, and with my other hand, I spread her lips, finding that little spot that made her legs tremble. She pressed back, pushing her slick heat into my face. I was ravenous, lapping at her, hoping the game was one she would lose. I didn’t care if I woke up Valerie, not really.
She was not my mother, not my keeper.
And I was tired of not knowing what it would feel like to be inside Sorina.
Her legs trembled as she gripped the sheets. I tugged at her hair, slipping my hand around her neck as she moaned. The sound was cut off, but I felt her cry, and it only made me eat her more earnestly. My length pressed into the side of the mattress, and the friction made me moan into Sorina. She released my name on a sigh, and I stopped, my tongue slipping out of her.
Then I let go of her hair and pushed my boxers down, bringing my tip to her wet slit. I could have slid in easily, and my chest burned with need. Instead, I rubbed my tip over her, then down to her folds, over the swollen nub. She pressed back, my name slipping from between her lips again, and I placed my palm on the small of her back. My other hand gripped her hip as I pushed her into the mattress and lifted her until she was at the perfect angle.
Then I slid in slowly, achingly gentle. My hands left her as I pressed forward, and I grabbed my hair, pulling, before biting down on my fist. I wanted to curse, to shake the house again. I wanted to stay inside her forever, feel the heat, her warmth, her perfect angles, and her softness.
I had no idea what home was, but inside that trailer in a forgotten town, I was warm and safe, feral and deadly. I felt like my destiny was with her, and every nightmare of my life had led me to that moment.
I fell forward, pressing my chest to Sorina’s back, my mouth close to her heart. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I moaned.
She turned, kissing me as I gripped her small breast, my other hand coming to her throat. I lifted her, held her tight as I stood, never slipping out of her as I walked us to the wall. She placed her hands on the cheap paneling, and I laced my own with hers, only letting go to hold her as I slipped in and out.
She was weightless.
I was insatiable, and she whimpered as I slipped out only long enough to turn her around.
As natural as it had felt to take her from behind, I wanted to look into her eyes.
I wanted to see if they were black or if I was losing it.
She wrapped her legs around me as I pressed her into the wall. And when I came, I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her red hair as I cried out.
