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She smirked at me. “Did you need help with that?”
I shook my head. “Just be ready when I’m done.”
“For what?”
I drew her close. “I think you can figure it out,conejita.” I kissed her. “Be ready for me, yeah?”
Lyse let out a little breath and nodded. “Yeah.”
I left her standing in my —our— room while I hurried through a shower. While I normally wasn’t a fan of scalding myself, today I turned the water up as hot as it would go and let it run over my body. The tension between my shoulders relaxed, and the aches that came with the bruises eased enough.
Lyse wasn’t wrong that I needed to stop getting hit, at least for a while; I definitely needed time to heal. It had been a long time since I had taken this much damage in such a short amount of time. I scrubbed myself clean.
Once the water ran clear instead of pink, I turned off the shower and reached for a towel. All of my movements were perfunctory; my mind was on the woman who, I hoped, was waiting for me in my bed. When I was dry enough, I wrapped the towel around my waist and re-entered the bedroom.
Lyse was curled up on the bed, but instead of the sexy sight I was hoping to see, she was curled beneath the covers, wrapped around one of my pillows. She was fast asleep. If Lyse were any other woman, it would have been disappointing to see, but all I felt was warmth.
When I climbed into the bed beside her, she barely stirred as I shifted her so that she was in my arms. I pressed a kiss to her temple, enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. It was all too easy to fall asleep like this.
* * *
Lyse
I was warm, almosttoowarm, and I couldn’t move. I wriggled for a moment, panicking a little against whatever was holding me, but then I felt lips against my shoulder. “Sleep,conejita,” Omar whispered, kissing my shoulder again.
The little touch set my nerves on fire. I looked over my shoulder at him. “I think I’ve slept enough.”
The haze cleared from his eyes as he woke all the way up. “You think so?” he asked. “Are you hungry? Helena came up to check on us, so she’s probably up for—” I pressed my mouth to his, stealing a kiss. I felt Omar smile against my lips.
“Are you okay?” I asked, barely pulling away from him. “You’re not hurting too badly?”
Omar’s lips traced a path from my lips, across my jaw, and down my neck. “I’m never hurting too much for this,conejita.”
I hummed softly, tilting my head to let him continue with this gentle assault. “That’s not really an answer about whether you’re in pain or not.”
He nipped at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and I let out a little gasp. My back arched, pressing my ass against him. It wasn’t a surprise to feel that he was already hard. “You can feelexactlywhere I’m hurting,conejita.” I chuckled and rubbed against him, delighting in the groan that worked its way out of his throat. One of his hands snuck up my body and cupped one of my breasts; I shivered at the feel of my bare skin against his rough palm.
Whenever we’d been like this, so far, it had been overwhelming and passionate, but there hadn’t been a lot of time for this kind of soft exploration. It felt like I couldn’t pull in a proper breath as he gently rolled my nipple between his fingers. I threw my head back against his shoulder, moaning softly. “Omar.”
He shushed me. “If you start making demands about me going faster, I’m going to listen, but I don’t want to right now. I want it like this.” I wouldn’t exactlymindif he sped things up: I wasn’t the best at being patient at times like these…but if Omar was content to do this, then who was I to rush him along? Omar’s teeth snagged my shoulder again: my head was getting fuzzy with pleasure. There was a gentle ache between my thighs that only seemed to get worse when I squeezed my legs together.
His hand crept downward, and my legs spread for him without much prompting. Omar groaned when his fingers found me already wet for him. “I’ve barely touched you,” he muttered, circling my clit and making me moan.
“It’s all you,” I said, panting. My hips rocked into his touch, needing more of it.
Omar groaned again. “You’re saying you get this wet from me barely doing anything?”
I nodded, eyes rolling closed. “I want you. Ialwayswant you.”
He shifted us so that I was on my back, staring up at him, while he was cradled between my thighs. “I always want you, Lyse.”
I shook my head. “Not Lyse,” I said, cupping his face. “Not right now.”
Omar smiled and kissed me. “Conejita.”
I hummed softly. “That’s better.” I reached between us and wrapped my hand around him. Omar breathed out anoh fuckas I positioned him so that he was pressed against my wet entrance. Almost on instinct, Omar rocked forward and seated himself inside me. I moaned. “That’s the best.”
He chuckled and canted his hips again. “I’ll never get tired of the way you feel,” he murmured. He kept his movements steady, but much gentler than we were used to being. It stoked the tension in my belly, little by little, and I shook as I held in the demand for him to go faster.
