Page 124 of Twisted Fate

“I’m still here,” I promised, his fingers moving under my chin to tilt my face up to meet his tormented gaze.

“I mean, I need you. Now. Everything’s fucking killing me, and I just need it to stop.”

A hard fuck would make me feel better too, but I wasn’t sure it was a good idea when we were both so raw.

“Skeet…”

“Please, Aurora. I’m fucking drowning here,” he murmured, resting his hand on my cheek and letting me see the pain he’d been hiding in his eyes.

I’d been selfish in mourning Slash, letting everyone look out for me while I let the pain consume me.

Slash had grown up with Skeeter and the Psychos, and I’d completely forgotten to be there for them in return as they dealt with their brother dying right in front of them.

They were breaking too.

I hesitated before placing my hand on the back of his neck to pull him down to kiss me, a loud groan of relief leaving him at my surrender.

He pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him as he deepened the kiss, his hands running through my hair as he hardened beneath me.

My hands ran up under his shirt so I could rest my palms on his muscular chest as he became rougher with me, yanking my shirt over my head and kissing down my chest almost desperately.

My shoulder pinched from the stiches, but I ignored it as his voice rumbled, opening his heart for me piece by piece.

He wasn’t usually the type to get mushy, so I craved every sweet word he’d willingly give me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I need you around me, just so I feel like I can breathe clearly.”

I gasped as he flipped me onto my back and kissed down my body until he reached my sweats, yanking them down my legs impatiently, my panties going flying with them.

He sure as shit didn’t waste any time.

My breath caught as he nipped the inside of my thigh, trailing his lips further up until he wrapped them around my clit, my hips bucking in surprise as he ran his teeth over it gently.

His arm pressed against my stomach firmly, holding me in place as he worked me up until I exploded, my fists gripping his hair tightly as I arched up against his mouth, moaning loudly as I rode his face.

I felt no shame for enjoying it.

I couldn’t physically feel embarrassed around him anymore.

Not after all the things we’d done to each other.

I’d hardly caught my breath when he moved up my body and unlatched my bra, tossing it aside and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder.

He pushed inside me with a hard thrust, and I closed my eyes at the bite of pain.

His body went still above me so I could adjust to the sudden intrusion, which made me worry slightly.

He never worried about hurting me in bed.

Usually he wanted to hurt me.

After a few moments he started moving, not in the rough way that I thought he would, but gently and tenderly as he buried his face in my neck.

I ran my hands ran down his back, and I dug my nails into his skin as he hesitated.

I didn’t like seeing him so unsure with me.

“Skeet? What’s wrong?”