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“My freshman year in college I…had a bad experience,” she whispers. I wasn’t expecting her to tell me who hurt her, not without me prying, but I’m so damn happy she trusts me fully.
“What happened?” I ask softly while tracing patterns on her exposed skin.
“There was this guy in my psych class, Devin. We flirted a bit. Well, mostly him flirting because I don’t really know how to flirt, but still,” she answers. I don’t like the idea of any man flirting with her, but I need to hear her out. “He was way out of my league and everyone knew it. And yet, he asked me out on a date. It was okay, I guess. We didn’t really hit it off, but I still felt lucky that he was paying me any attention at all. He dropped me off at my dorm and then leaned over to kiss me. I was too shocked to do anything at first, but when I tried pulling away, he gripped my thigh, hard, pinning me in place.”
I grind my jaw so forcefully I think I might crack a few teeth. I will find this motherfucker and end him. Ember turns in my arms and kisses my cheek, reminding me that she’s safe here in my arms. I take a deep breath and take her lips in a sweet, tender kiss.
“We only broke apart when I saw flashes of light and heard laughter. I looked up and saw a bunch of guys taking pictures of us. Devin opened his door, and everyone was patting him on the back, telling him they didn’t think he’d go through with it.”
I have a million questions, starting with who the fuck did this to my precious, perfect angel.
“I found out it was all part of a hazing ritual for one of the frat houses on campus. The pledges were supposed to…” she trails off and I can tell she’s having a hard time getting the words out. I wait patiently for her to say what she needs to say, though I can already guess. “They had to take out some ugly, fat girl and kiss her.”
I’m filled with rage and sorrow. I want to rip this guy’s head off, but I also want to make love to my beautiful Ember again, softly, slowly this time, and show her how much she means to me. Her words rattle through my brain and everything, her hesitation, her disbelief in me, the way she ran away from me in the beginning, it all makes sense. I can’t fucking stand the thought of her hurting like that, especially during her freshman year when she was so vulnerable and away from everything familiar for the first time.
I squeeze her in my arms, willing my strength and love to wrap around her and tie her to me forever. “I’m so sorry, Ember. So fucking sorry that happened,” I whisper before kissing her head, her neck, her shoulder, any part of her I can reach.
“It’s not your fault,” she shrugs, pretending to dismiss her deep pain as if it’s nothing.
"It may not be my fault, but it hurt you, which means it hurts me too. I wish I would have known you then. I'd have swept you away before that piece of shit ever even dared to look at you." The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Only when Ember sighs and snuggles back into my chest do I allow myself to breathe and relax a bit. "I'm not like him," I whisper.
She sits up and turns to look at me, her eyes shining with tears. “I know. You make me feel so wanted. Beautiful. Desirable. Sexy, even.”
“You are all of those things, Ember. And so much more. You’re mine, my treasure, my angel. You’re everything to me. Do you feel it?”
She nods, but there's still a hint of wariness in her gaze. Ember kisses me again like she needs me to remind her, to prove to her my words are true. I gladly do.
After we break apart, I silently wash and dry her off before carrying her to bed. I hold Ember close, spooning my large body around her smaller, softer one. I alternate between planting kisses up and down her neck and shoulders and telling her every single thing I love about her. When Ember finally goes limp in my arms, I bury my face in her sweet-smelling hair and allow myself to drift off to sleep.
CHAPTERSEVEN
EMBER
Islowly blink awake, though I’m not sure what woke me. And then I feel it. Wyatt’s warm, wet tongue licking up my pussy and sucking on my clit. A moan escapes my lips and Wyatt growls, sending vibrations up into my very core.
He spreads me wide open, pinning my legs to the bed so he can drive his face deeper into my soaking wet cunt. I cry out when he spears his tongue into my entrance, his nose circling my clit. The man is suffocating on me, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems possessed, addicted, wild with the need to have more of me. All of me.
I grip his hair and hold on while Wyatt eats me out with such intensity, I start grinding into him and panting his name over and over again. My muscles tense, my spine bows off the bed, and my head falls back as I give myself over completely to him.
My abs are so tight they burn, and my thighs are trembling. My orgasm is right there, more forceful and urgent than anything I’ve ever felt before. He hums into my quivering pussy and gives his head a shake. I cry out, a sharp, jagged sound, and fall over the edge. The fire in my belly expands, spreading through my limbs and up into my cheeks. It settles in my ears, making the whole world muffled and fuzzy. By the time it recedes into a warm glow, he’s kneading my thighs and kissing my belly.
"Morning, beautiful." I feel more than hear him, his voice rumbling over my skin as he continues placing open-mouthed kisses over my breasts and collarbone, making his way slowly up my neck and then finally crashing his lips down on mine in a possessive, punishing kiss. I taste myself on him, but I can't get enough. I kiss him back with the same passion he's giving me, moaning into his mouth and biting his bottom lip.
He growls and dives back in, sucking the air out of my lungs and replacing it with pure, raw lust. I need him. Fuckingcravehim. I feel inexplicably empty without his thick cock filling me up. I open my legs wider for him as he settles his hips into me and grinds his shaft against my folds, not yet entering me.
“Shit, baby, are you sure?” He grits out. I can tell he’s on edge, and while I appreciate his restraint, that’s not what I want. I want that animalistic side of him he let out last night. I want to feel his power, his strength as he moves inside of me.
“Please, I need you so bad,” I tell him honestly.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re not too sore?”
I wind my fingers in his hair and pull his face close to mine, staring him down. I don’t know where all of this boldness comes from, but before I can question it, the words tumble out of my mouth. “Wyatt, if you don’t stuff me full of your cock in the next ten seconds, I’m going to take care of myself.” He raises an eyebrow, giving me a look that says he wouldn’t mind me putting on a show for him. “And I won’t let you watch,” I smirk.
“You drive a hard bargain, beautiful,” he grunts, lining himself up with my entrance.
“I don’t care about bargains, I just want you to drivemehard,” I moan, bucking my hips and trying to get him where I need him most.
“Jesus, you’re perfect. And mine. All fuckingmine,” he roars as he slams into me in one earth-shattering thrust. I swear he just ripped me in half. And I want more. So much more.
