Verek (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina #3) - Lane Hart Page 0,65
right back,” I say as I hurry to the bathroom to turn on the shower, letting it warm up while I get undressed. I don’t turn on the lights in here either, other than the one recessed light over the shower. I still don’t like to see my body in the mirror, not after the first time in the hospital. I still feel estranged from my flesh and bones, like they were too damaged to ever be repaired, even though logically I know that all of those painful cuts and bruises have long ago healed. In my mind, when I touch my breast, there’s still his scabbed-over bite marks, his upper and lower teeth’s indention in my skin like the bite of a vampire. There’s still an invisible black knot on my forehead from where I tried to get away and my face was slammed into the van’s floor. And there’s still the blood on the inside of my thighs from how many violent, painful times they ripped me open.
Pulling my hair up into a bun, I try to push all of those horrible memories away to quickly wash the day off and get back to Verek, who is my one escape – mentally and physically. I know he would never hurt me, especially now that I’ve told him about my many triggers.
After I’m good and clean, I dry off with a towel. That’s when I realize that I didn’t bring a change of clothes or my pajamas with me. Since I’m not ready to be completely naked with Verek just yet, I wrap my towel around my chest, tucking in one side to hold it in place before gathering up the courage to head back to the bedroom.
As soon as I come out, I notice that Verek’s turned on one of the bedside lamps, making me freeze since I was hoping the room would still be pitch-black.
“Hey,” he says, eyes widening when he takes in my lack of clothes starting at my bare legs and working his way up to my face. “That’s more skin than you’ve ever shown.”
“I forgot my pajamas,” I explain.
“I like it,” Verek replies. “Want to feel how much?” He throws back the covers, revealing the tenting in his boxer briefs. And suddenly, I’m okay with the extra light in the room because I get to see every inch of his amazing body. Well, mostly.
“Will you take those off?” I ask brazenly while staring at his package.
“As fast as humanly possible,” he responds, his fingers already grasping either side of the elastic waistband around his hips and tugging them down until his hard flesh pops free, then down his long legs until he kicks them off at the foot of the bed. “Now what?” he asks. Verek wraps his long fingers around his girth and gives his shaft a few lazy strokes up and down.
“I-I dunno,” I answer in awe while watching him jerking himself off.
“I have a few ideas. Come over here,” he says with a lift of his chin.
I’m certain I’ll want to do whatever he has in mind, that’s how much I trust him, so I wander over, gripping the top of my towel tightly to continue holding it in place.
When I’m standing beside the bed, Verek pats the outside of my right thigh with his free hand since the other is still busy, and says, “Lift this leg.”
Unsure what he means, I place my right knee on the mattress. “Like that?”
“Higher,” he says. As I lift my knee a few more inches, Verek slides his body underneath it until my knee is digging into his chest, which I know can’t be comfortable. I start to retreat, but he says, “Put it right here, sweetheart,” he says, tapping the space above his left shoulder. “You know what I want. Let me taste you?” He poses it as a question, asking if I’m okay with him putting his mouth on me. While I’m a little nervous about such an intimate act, I want it more than anything. I reposition my knee, turning my entire body toward Verek’s head. The bottom half of his face immediately disappears underneath the bottom of my towel, but his eyes are still on mine when I cry out. My left hand shoots out to grab the headboard at the first swipe of his wet tongue gliding through my pussy lips.
“Too much?” Verek asks while his lips leave wet kisses on the inside of my thigh.