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“Fuck!” I curse as she once again flips us around. “Will you stop doing that?” I demand as she smirks down at me. I shake my head and take several deep steadying breaths trying to breathe through the pain of her kneeing me in the gut.
“You should have been prepared for that,” she taunts.
I wrap my arms around her waist, but instead of trying to flip us like she’s expecting, I bring her down tighter against me. She huffs in surprise but it’s quick to turn into a near silent moan as she feels my erection pressed up against her.
“I’ll give you something to prepare for,” I growl in her ear.
She wiggles in my arms, but can’t escape my bear hug. “Bastard,” she curses, but her earlier amusement is back in her voice, even if there’s still a thread of annoyance in there too. I guess we can be even on that count.
I keep her trapped against me, wrapping my legs around hers as she tries to use them to gain traction to break my hold. I roll us over so she’s underneath me once more.
“Here we are again,” I taunt her, loosening my grip on her just enough to catch her hands in mine and lift them above her head. Now that she’s no longer fighting me, I straddle her hips and rise on my knees so I’m able to pull her tank top up and over her head. Instead of releasing her hands to free her shirt though, I wrap it tightly around her wrists and secure them to the ropes.
She scoffs, “You and Noah have been hanging out too much.”
I grin down at her. “How else are we supposed to keep you in line?”
She bucks her hips up and I laugh at the feeble attempt to dislodge me off of her. We both know I’m not going anywhere now. I dance my fingers down her arms to her chin, loving the sparkle back in her eyes. At least here, we always understand each other. Always know everything the other is thinking even without words.
Neither one of us has ever been the best at finding the right words at the right moment. This is much more our speed. Getting lost in each other’s bodies. I trace my fingers down her throat to her cleavage. I grin as I dip my fingers down and pull out the dagger she always keeps there.
Scar’s brows furrow as she watches me press the tip of the blade into her sternum. Not hard enough to draw blood, not even hard enough for her to really feel it. Her lips part open and a beautiful flush spreads up her neck and across her cheeks.
I grow harder against her as I watch her reaction. One deft flick of my wrist and her perky breasts spill free from her now tattered sports bra.
She gasps. “That was rude!” she complains.
I hum along with her, pressing the flat of the blade against her peaked nipples. “It’s rude to suffocate my beautiful babies.” She shakes her head in exasperation but her body gives her away. Her back arches as she chases my touch.
I drag the tip of the blade across her chest until I reach her other nipple and tease her with it, careful not to knick her in the process. I do love my girl covered in blood, but not her own. Never her own.
Her breath comes out faster and a dark chuckle escapes my lips. “You like that, Ladybug?”
She nods so earnestly, every moment of her pulling back, every unsure glance in my direction, every single insecurity is erased from my mind. How could I ever doubt this woman and her love for me? Question how perfect we are for each other?
“Fuck, Letty. I could eat you alive when you look like this.”
“So do it,” she challenges, her voice husky with her arousal. I toss the knife to the mat away from us and let my tongue replace it. I breathe her in deeply, loving the scent that is so uniquely her and somehow never changes.
I caress her tits in my palms, gently squeezing them as I catch one of her nipples between my teeth and bite down sharply, eliciting a shocked cry from her. I soothe the little bud with my tongue and grin at the sound of Scar’s heavy breathing and the way she writhes underneath me. Searching out friction for her core.
It makes me want to torture her all the more.
So I do.
I take my time licking up her bit of sweat from her chest and neck, leaving love bites and marks all over her skin. I never let my hands stop wandering, exploring her body. Gentle brushes over her sensitive skin, sudden pinches against her nipples and breasts. But not once do I let my hands drift south of her waist.
Just enough to drive her out of her mind with need. Enough to make her beg. “Please, Kade.”
“What do you need, Letty?” I ask, my own voice thick with desire.
“More,” she pants. “More of you. All of you.”
A pleased growl reverberates through my chest, a sound I didn’t know I was capable of. I should stop being surprised by what this woman pulls out of me.
“I need all of you too, Scar. Every inch of you.” I grip her hips in my hands and place kisses down her stomach as I move myself down her body. She mewls as she tries to lift herself up.
“Hmm,” I hum against the skin of her lower belly. “I can smell you through your shorts, needy girl.”
