my shoulders and all the while I sucked on my lip, my own blood swirling over my tongue. He took my hand in his as he inspected every bruise and cut on my arm, his brows stitched together and a look of abhorrence in his eyes. I wanted to tell him that it was okay and ease that ache I saw in him for the sake of me. But my words didn't seem necessary tonight, even if I could have reached them. I just wanted his hands on me and that was enough to fill up my heart and make it beat with the kind of passion I had never known the taste of.
When my arms were clean, his gaze moved back to meet mine, the intensity of his expression making the air seem too thick to breathe. His eyes fell to my lip which I was sucking like he needed to tend to that too and I released it from the grip of my teeth so he could. He didn't lift the sponge as I expected, he pinched my chin with his finger and thumb, squeezing so my bottom lip pulled lower then he leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth. I shivered as pain and pleasure danced through my flesh and he leaned forward, bracing one hand on the tub's edge behind me and releasing my lip from his mouth, his breaths coming heavily as he stared me dead in the eye.
"I'm yours, Winter. In all senses. You can have my tainted soul to keep or to destroy, I don't care which. You’ve given me purpose when I thought I had none left in this world. I can't thank you enough for that." He leaned in closer and my heart fluttered and pounded. I reached out to his chest, painting two words on his skin in slow and fluid movements, a blush rising in my cheeks as I did so.
Kiss me.
A low growl sounded in his throat and his muscles flexed. "If I kiss you, I'll want to kiss more of you. I'll want to seek out each of your wounds and scars and brand them with something sweeter. If I kiss you now, I'll never stop kissing you until the world ends."
I smiled, my fingers still laying against his chest as I wrote out my reply.
So kiss me until the world ends.
His throat bobbed, then his restraint gave way at my offer and his lips met mine. I gasped into his mouth as his tongue pushed between my lips and I fell into the purest kind of heaven. Our kiss deepened, yet I still wasn't touching nearly enough of his flesh. I wanted to feel the heat of him against me and I arched my back in a demand for more, but he took my hips and pushed me down into my seat. His tongue moved more urgently against mine until a breathy moan left me. I painted one word on his skin everywhere I could reach, his arms, his shoulders, his back. More, more, more.
His hands trailed down my body beneath the water and he cupped my breast in his palm, his thumb grazing my nipple and making my back arch at the incredible sensation. He was like a jar of the sun spilling into my veins and making everywhere tingle with heat. It was addictive and made my thoughts tumble away before I could manage to grasp them.
“This,” he said against my mouth, skimming his thumb over my nipple again so I gasped. “Is perfection. You are perfection.”
Another moan left me and his kiss grew more fervent like he enjoyed that sound, his thumb circling my sensitive flesh to draw it from me again. His other hand rested on my thigh and my legs parted as he slid it higher up my leg. He didn't taunt me, but his movements were slow and measured like he was afraid of how fragile I was. It was frustrating as hell.
I drew words along his collar bone as I broke our kiss, meeting his gaze and making him pay attention.
I am not made of glass.
"Winter," he warned, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. "I don't want to hurt you."
I wrote three words in response that made him stop looking at me like I was a china doll and instead lit that hungry fire in his eyes which I craved.
I trust you.
His hand shifted between my thighs and he watched me as his fingers brushed over