you feel then?” I asked, my gaze sliding to her lips before I could stop myself and then snapping back to those forest green eyes of hers.
She cocked her head as she considered it, looking like this fragile little bird or something. Then she glanced down at my clothes, shifting so that she was sitting with her legs curled beneath her, facing me as best she could on the seat and reached out to unzip my coat.
My throat bobbed as she pushed it open before reaching out to unbutton my shirt at my neck, unfastening the buttons half way down and then touching a finger to my chest so that she could paint out the words she wanted to.
My gaze was fixed on her as her fingertips painted lines on my flesh and I was so caught up in the feeling of her skin on mine that I didn’t even register the words.
“Sorry,” I murmured as she looked at me expectantly, clearing my throat as I resisted the urge to touch her. “I didn’t catch that.”
She huffed in frustration, pushing up onto her knees and sliding a leg over mine as she moved to straddle me and my heart leapt in surprise. She gave me a stern look then started spelling out the words again, slower this time to make sure I caught them, not seeming to realise that her touching me this way while she perched in my lap made concentrating damn near impossible. But somehow, I forced myself to manage it.
I feel like one of the bars on my cage has just broken free.
My smile widened at that and she grinned too, this genuine flash of happiness that stole across her face and tore my breath away. In that moment I could see the girl she could be, or perhaps the girl she had been. And it made my heart ache to think of how much pain and suffering she had endured to only feel that joy in death.
“We’ll break them all, baby doll,” I promised her. “Once I know you’re safe, I’ll head over to their fucking stronghold and tear them all limb from limb. I’ll bring you pieces of them wrapped in ribbons and take joy in every moment of agony I rip from their flesh.”
She bit her bottom lip at my words, her eyes lighting hungrily and I knew what she was going to say even before her fingers moved across my skin.
I want to see it.
“It’s not safe,” I murmured and she frowned at me, shaking her head fiercely.
I need to.
I sighed softly and the wind whipped up around us, blowing strands of crimson hair across her face.
I reached out to catch them, tucking them behind her ear and letting my fingers linger against her skin when she didn’t flinch away from my touch.
“I understand that, baby doll,” I said slowly. “But…I just don’t think I could bear putting you that close to danger. What if something went wrong? I’ll be outnumbered, they have guns…if I die, I need to know that you’re away from there, that there’s no chance of them catching you again, or-”
Her lips pressed to mine so softly that all I could do was freeze, locked in the impossibility of that touch as the warmth of her body called to me on a primal level.
I groaned hungrily as I kissed her back, my lips caressing hers, worshiping them in a gentle dance as I had to force myself not to tighten my grip on her jaw, not to move my other arm from the back of the swinging chair.
I was fighting to be gentle with her even as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding between my lips and breaking down every defence I had in place as I met her kiss with my own.
I fucking ached for this girl, my heart pounding so fast that it felt like I was having an adrenaline rush. She slid down my thighs, shifting closer to me until she was pressed against the thick length of my cock and I growled with desire.
Winter gasped, breaking our kiss for a moment as she looked into my eyes, that vivid green showing up even in the darkness out here. She shifted in my lap again and a throaty moan left her lips which said she liked the way that felt.
“Shit,” I breathed as I tried to find an inch of self control, but I was pretty sure I was fresh out of it and as