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Trace it with my tongue.
Clover nodded slowly and then stepped forward, bracing against the wall with her palms as I moved her hair to the side so I could see it. My heart stopped when I saw the angry, healing scar that seemed like a badge of courage and defiance on Clover’s delicate skin. Tears stung my eyes at the thought of how close she had come to ending up like Jim. I couldn’t imagine never seeing this again. This mark of possession. This testament to us.
I moved closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her shoulder blade before tracing my fingers along the perimeter of the brand. A shiver ran through Clover’s body as my fingers traced their way down her spine before coming to rest on her lower back.
She looked over her shoulder, and our eyes met. We were lost in each other’s gaze and understanding what this meant for us both—that though we had been through so much darkness, this was the light that would guide us out into safety.
“What happened to Hank?” she asked.
“Bastard’s dead.”
She chewed on her lip. “Is my sister okay?”
“Safe.”
“What about you? Are you—”
I was done letting her worry about everyone else. “Shut the fuck up, Wildflower. The only person I’m concerned about isyou. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life keeping you safe.”
She leaned into me then, as my arms wrapped around her waist tightly. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before finally separating again. She held onto my hands as if they were life lines; I could feel how desperately she was clinging onto me even though she never said a single word out loud.
“Wildflower,” I breathed out, feeling my heart swell with pride and love. Clover was more than a survivor; she was a fighter who refused to let her past define her.
I unbuckled my jeans.
I pulled out my cock.
Her gasp caressed my ears as I pressed myself against her. I felt the warmth of her flesh against mine, and my mind spun with the sensation of it all.
“Don’t take the blame this time, Declan,” she whispered, so softly I could barely hear. “I did this all on my own. I survived . . .”
Fuck, I was hard as a rock at her words. She survived. She was here. She healed wounds I couldn’t even process yet.
I sunk down to my knees as she spun around, worshiping at the altar of her sweet pussy. The smell of blood still lingered on her skin, and I wanted nothing more than to lick it all away. I placed my hands on either side of her hips, as if they were guiding me down so that I could kiss the red marks that marred her skin.
The taste of her was pure pleasure, a remedy for the raging storm inside me. I licked and sucked her clit until her breathing grew ragged and her hips couldn’t keep still. She tasted like woman, all woman, honey and sugar. She was the taste of a decadent treat, the kind I could taste on my tongue for hours.
I kept going, pushing her past her limits until she screamed out my name and started grinding against my tongue. Her orgasm flooded over me in waves—a flood of love and pleasure that I wanted to ride out forever.
I held her tight as she came, her pussy milking me with pleasure. I slowly rose to my feet, sopping wet and smiling with satisfaction as I held Clover close.
“You’re so fucking strong, Wildflower,” I praised. “So brave.”
“I killed him,” she whispered.
I couldn’t even be angry that I didn’t get the satisfaction of murdering my mother’s killer. It was pure serendipity that the woman I loved would find her power by ending his life. Karma coming full circle.
I held her up against the barn wall and entered her, her heat wrapping around me like a cocoon of pure bliss. “You squeeze my cock like such a good girl.”
Her back slammed against the barn wall, but she hunched her shoulders forward to keep the wood from dragging against her brand. She cried out. “Fuck, Declan. Yes. Yes . . . fuck.”
I pumped into her as she screamed my name, my hips slapping against her. We moved to the ground. I wanted deeper. I wanted her to be fuller. Of me. Of us.
I thrust deeper, feeling my desire for her swell inside me with each movement. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt my body responding to hers. She was everything I could ever want: passionate, strong and full of life.
Clover moaned softly, her hands gripping onto my shoulders tightly as she moved against me. We were both lost in our own world of pleasure and sensation, completely oblivious to anything else happening around us. I looked into her eyes and saw true passion blazing there; it made me even more driven to make this moment last forever.
We moved together, passionately lost in the moment until all I felt was her. I thrust in and out of her with a combination of urgency and gentle love.
