than oxygen, I couldn’t get enough, I didn’t think I’d ever be sated. And the sex between us hadn’t just been sex. It was like the joining of our souls, a place where unspoken words came to light and promises were made that didn’t need voicing. I didn’t care if it was insane or made no sense to anyone aside from us. We belonged together. I could feel it in every ounce of my being. It wasn’t about instant love or the undeniable heat that burned between us. It was about all of the broken pieces of us feeling a little less jagged when we were together. Some days I felt like a puzzle with bits missing, stopping me from ever feeling complete, but with her, those holes didn’t matter. She made new pieces which didn’t fit the same as the old ones had, but which burned with beauty and colour and made everything seem brighter and more worthwhile.
I forced myself to concentrate on the words she was painting on my flesh, but she stopped before I got more than a few letters.
“We’re the same, you and me,” she breathed and the sound of her voice made a shiver run right through my body, hardening my cock even more and making me ache for her in a desperate kind of way.
“Yeah,” I agreed, because there was no denying it. “But you deserve to be better.”
An irritated growl rumbled through her body and her hand shifted down my chest, making my skin bristle with goosebumps before she took my cock in her hand. I groaned with desire as I traced my fingers up her spine, loving the way she arched into me as she continued to tease me with soft and confident strokes of her fingers.
“You’re making it seriously hard for me to get out of this bed, baby doll,” I groaned and her laughter called to me like rain on a hot summer’s day.
I rolled onto my side and captured her lips with mine, kissing her slowly, teasing her lips apart with my tongue and massaging hers in a deeply sensual way that had her moaning into my mouth.
I rolled her onto her back slowly, my weight pressing her down into the crisp sheets as I continued to kiss her, waiting to see if she’d tense up or freak out at the feeling of me taking charge of this. I didn’t want to do anything that might trigger the trauma of the things she’d been through, but it was so hard for me to hold back with her now that I’d started letting go.
Winter pumped my cock a little harder, as I ran my hands down her body, moaning again as I toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers and loving the way she arched into that, like she wanted more. Like she couldn’t get enough.
“Are you sure you don’t remember doing this before, baby doll?” I asked as I slid my lips from hers and started working down her neck, kissing, licking, biting a little before I remembered to go soft with her.
But she didn’t flinch at the brush of my teeth on her flesh, she gasped, her thumb rolling over the head of my dick and making me groan in a desperate kind of way.
I dropped my mouth lower, tasting her flesh, kissing her scars, her bruises, her soul and marking all of it as mine. I wanted to worship every blemish on her flesh and let her know how much I adored them. They weren’t reminders of pain and suffering or marks left by men who’d tried to destroy her. They were badges of honour. The marks of a survivor, the symbols of her strength and tenacity and never ending desire and determination to live through all of the worst things that life could throw at her.
I moved lower and she let out a frustrated breath as my dick was tugged from her hand, making me smile against her skin just before I took her nipple into my mouth. Winter moaned loudly, her hands moving to caress my shoulders before she caught my free hand in hers and threaded our fingers together.
I kept our fingers entwined in my left hand as I released her nipple with one final tug of it between my lips, bathing in the sounds she made in response to my touch. Even without the seductive purr of her voice, this girl could communicate to me on a level that was