lost boy all at once?
I sighed, giving up on sleep for tonight and pushing myself out of my spot on the couch. My brain was too active to shut down and my fingers ached for the release of strumming them on my guitar.
I slipped across the room to the kitchen and set the coffee pot up, trying to make as little noise as possible to avoid waking my sleeping savage girl.
I leaned back against the worktop and looked over at her where she slept. There had been something about the look in her eyes when we’d returned here that had been almost more powerful than the kiss she’d given me. It was fire and fury and the most beautiful kind of joy. She’d taken revenge on one of the men who’d tortured her, sated her fury for countless abuses and made him pay the price for his crimes. And I was pretty sure she’d needed that. I’d long since been made immune to spilling blood and taking lives, but I knew well the feeling of destroying someone who had wronged you so deeply. When Giuseppe’s death had been confirmed in the press, my entire soul had felt lighter. Of course, that had left me with a whole plethora of unresolved emotions about the man I’d spent the majority of my life idolising. But the rose tinted glasses had well and truly shattered and I knew now exactly the depths he’d gone to to destroy my life. And the lives of the family I’d never had the chance to have.
I guessed I still hadn’t really come to terms with all of it, but a year alone, hiding from the world in the wilderness was enough to let me make peace with it. I wasn’t the man he’d tried to turn me into. I wasn’t the man the Romeros wanted me to be either. But I was getting to a place where I might have been ready to start discovering who I was aside from all of that.
When the coffee was ready, I poured myself a steaming mug then slipped on a shirt and coat, kicked my boots onto my feet and headed out onto the porch with my guitar in one hand and the coffee in the other.
Winter stirred as I opened the door, a soft murmur escaping her lips which was so close to speech that I stilled. But as she rolled over and a throaty moan escaped her next, a shiver darted down my spine which had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with her. My flesh tingled with the desire to be closer to hers and as she moaned softly again, I couldn’t help but want to swallow that sound with a kiss and bring more of them to her lips.
My dick hardened in my pants at the mere thought of it and I swallowed thickly, wishing she hadn’t broken that kiss, that she’d let me worship her for longer. I ached to show her all of the ways that human touch could bring pleasure to her flesh instead of pain, to kiss each and every one of her scars and make her flesh taste something so much sweeter than agony.
I blew out a breath and turned my gaze from the temptress on my floor, heading out onto the porch, tugging the door closed behind me as I moved to sit on the swing seat there.
I set my guitar aside and looked out into the dark forest as the snow continued to tumble from the sky in fat, lazy clumps which drifted down to cover all of the world in white.
An owl hooted somewhere in the trees and in the distance I was almost certain I heard a wolf howl. But I wasn’t much afraid of wolves. I’d gone up against meaner, more bloodthirsty bastards than any wolf and lived to tell the tale.
I drank my coffee slowly, enjoying the heat of it as it rolled down my throat and filled my stomach, warming me from the inside out as it pooled in my gut.
I blew out a breath which swirled away as a thick fog before me and pulled my guitar up onto my lap. I wouldn’t have called myself a musician in any real way, but the elite school that Giuseppe had organised for me to attend required a musical talent, so I was practiced enough to pass. And being up here alone for so long had made me crave the music