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The Joker.
I shuddered as his pointer finger propped my chin up, angling my head back so he could press his mouth more firmly against mine.
I wasn’t a passive person. Not by nature. But at that moment, I was.
I let him kiss me.
I allowed him to explore my lips because I had no desire to stop this.
I wanted his kiss.
But it was too—
I swallowed.
Too everything.
Feelinghurt because I’d locked everything down, grown accustomed to pain, but not of this type.
So, after being in the deep freeze for so long, sensations plucked at my nerve endings, transforming pleasure into bittersweet agony.
The heat puddling in my core was alien.
My nipples actually ached with the need to be caressed.
My hands craved the feel of his hair against my palms because that would ground me.
My lungs burned because I needed air.
But… he gave it to me.
With each deepening exploration, my lips parted more until I had to whimper when his tongue brushed along the inner curve of the flesh inside.
That was when the ice in my veins began to melt, warmth puddling in its place, and I jerked in reaction as something pulled at me, twisting and writhing.
Out of nowhere, as, internally, he brought me back to life, other things came to my attention.
Those citrus notes were clean and tangy, clearing my head and replacing it with awareness of him.
His jaw prickled with stubble that scratched my skin, but it highlighted his tenderness.
Then, there were the ragged sounds of his breathing—they hit my ear drums. Each groan bled with his want. For me.Me. The one-time American cum dump. No one else.
And, there was his taste. Coffee and…jam? Sweet and syrupy, yet earthy too.
My mouth trembled against his and I pulled back with a jolt. His eyes were closed now, too, but he didn’t move. Just carried on breathing my air as I breathed his.
His confidence was new.
Not unwanted or unwarranted.
Just new.
In our chats, he was always careful. Not wanting to push me too far. I hadn’t expectedthis. Not so soon. Yet it felt right. I didn’t want to be pushed, but I needed the reminder that I wasn’t supposed to have ice at the heart of me.
I wasn’t just a soldier.
I was maybe made for love too.
