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“I love you, Kira,” he says softly again and presses his lips to mine with that feather-like touch.
“You keep saying it, and I keep repeating it, but I don’t understand it.” The admission almost kills me, bringing those damn tears back to my eyes.
“Then let me show you,” he says and rolls himself back on top of me. Those brown eyes seeing so much.
He brings his lips back to mine, sweet and soft, just dusting gentle kisses until they light up my body and he takes the kiss deeper, further. Teasing my lips with his tongue and asking for permission to slip inside. Which I give him. Vas gently cups my face with one hand while the other one slowly slides to the loose towel covering my body and unwraps it fully, pushing it to the sides.
He continues kissing me as the pads of his fingers trace over my skin goosebump-light, skimming through my naked body, so gentle, so careful, like I’m his fragile piece of art. I feel him grow harder and thicker as his body sensually grinds onto mine while my thighs are coated with my own arousal, and it’s as if he feels it, his hand dips between my legs, and he swipes his middle finger through my folds, drawing light circles over my clit without ever breaking away from our kiss.
The slow, teasing touches igniting both of us. The room fills with soft moans and sex the further we go. The more his hand explores my body, smearing my arousal over my breasts and neck as he wraps that hand around it.
“You are mine, Kira. All of you. Every piece. Every crack and splinter. I love you just the way you are. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of your heart.”
My air is stuck somewhere in my throat, and Vassar sees it. Of course, he sees it, so he gives me his breath, kissing me back to life but never wavering into the rough side.
Each time his lips seal over mine, a little bit of my rough edges smooth out. Each time I feel our tongues brush against each other while he grinds into my thigh, I feel a little freer.
“More,” I breathe into his mouth, pushing his towel off him.
“Kira, I love you so much,” he repeats again, brushing his nose over my cheek. “But there’s a side to me that wants to tear you apart.” A delicious shiver runs up my spine at his words, and I wrap my arms around his neck, lacing them through his hair.
“I know. I feel that part of you, and I need it,” I whisper.
“But I thought—”
“I told you my reaction to your hand on my ass wasn’t about you.”
“Was it about your past?” He shifts a little to get a better look into my eyes as if I would try to lie to him, and he could see it in them. But there is no hiding from Vassar.
He already knows it all. More than anyone ever knew.
“Yes.” I swallow the lump of disgusting memories. “There was one man my mother sent to me…he loved to hear me scream. But not in a good way. He loved to whip my ass with his belt and other times just with his hand.”
“Baby,” Vas drops his forehead to mine. “I’m so sorry. I won’t do that to you. I don’t want to bring any of those memories back.”
“No, Vas, please…I need you. I need you to wipe away all those bad memories with new ones. I need you to rewrite my future, not keep me imprisoned in my past.”
“God, you are the strongest woman I know.”
“Let me be weak around you.”
“Any time, my love. Any time.”
“Then fuck me, Vas, please. Please,” I plead, almost clawing at his neck to bring his face back down to mine.
I haven’t begged for anything since those two horrible nights when I was begging for a tiny life. I never begged forme. Not when I was getting beat to an inch of my life. Not when I was forced to be a whore for the men my mother sold me to. Not ever.
But I am begging now. I am begging and pleading because suddenly, the only thing that exists in my life is him. I only need him.
“I will always give you anything you want, Kira.” And with that, he shifts around quickly and sinks into me. But it’s not that manic pace we always have in my office. It’s not fast and rough.It’s deliriously slow where I feel every inch of him, take every inch of me. I feel him in every crevice of my soul as he lifts the darkness from it.
Vas thrusts all the way in until I feel his balls teasing me, and he starts moving inside of me without pulling out even halfway, and I wrap my legs around his body to keep him as close as I can.
We’ve had had sex many times over these past couple of weeks, but it’s never felt like this. I never felt this full of him, this connected to him. His hand is still cradling my face with his thumb running lightly over my cheek, and my hands are gripping onto him as if my life depends on it. As if letting go of him will break the spell we are under.
“I love you,” he says again and starts moving faster. “You are mine, and I am yours.”
Vassar brings his other hand to my breast and palms it, but still, with that light touch, I am growing drunk. His fingers tease, pinch, and draw around my nipple. He stops kissing me but only to lower his head and take my needy nipples into his mouth. Latching onto each one for a few seconds, teasing them with the tip of his tongue and sucking them in until my back arches off the bed.
