Page 57 of Savagely Scarred

“It’s my fault. I never should have—,”

“It is not your fault. You were just a kid, Sage.” She holds my face in her hands. “I’m so sorry you had to experience that. But you have to know that there's nothing you could have done.”

I shake my head. “I know. I’ve been holding onto the guilt ever since then. Therapy never helped. It lessened over the years, but it hits me like a freight train every June. I’m just used to suffering alone.” I give her a halfhearted smile.

She wipes away the one traitorous tear that snuck out and slid down my cheek. “You're not alone anymore. I'm not going anywhere.”

“You ran from me once,” I remind her.

She drops her hands and laces her fingers through mine. “To protect you. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

“Good. Because I’ll hunt you down.” I lift her hand to my mouth and brush my lips across her knuckles. “I think the intensity of the Kyle situation overlapping with my father is just taking my stress to a whole new level. It’s fucking with my head more.”

“And that’s completely understandable, but you don’t have to bottle it up anymore, okay?”

Liv shifts in my lap, her panties rubbing against my shorts. She leans forwards to kiss me and I grab the back of her head to hold her in place. It turns heated, rough and leaving us both breathless. We never know when it could be the last time.

“I thought I was going to lose you too,” I murmur against her lips. “I don’t think I could survive a second time.”

“Yes, you could.” She grinds herself down on my growing erection. “Because you would burn the world to ash until you found me.”

“I would spend eternity looking for you.”

I nip at the tender flesh on her neck before licking the sting away. She moans and continues to rock her hips, chasing friction. My fingers find the hem of her shirt and I pull it off, tossing it to the floor. Now exposed to the cool air, her nipples harden and I pinch one gently.

“I don’t want to lose you either,” she pants.

She’s soaking my shorts and my cock throbs underneath her. I lift her higher up my body and push down my shorts while sucking her nipple into my mouth. She shivers when my teeth graze the sensitive peak.

“I’d still chase you in the afterlife,” I rasp against her breast. My fingers tighten around her thong strap, and I pull it taunt until it snaps.

“Sage!” she scolds.

“Sorry, baby. I needed to be inside of you ten seconds ago.” I grip her hips and slam her down onto me. Our moans echo throughout the room. “Fuuuck. Your pussy is heaven.” My fingers dig into her, trying to hold myself together. “But I’m not ready to die yet.”

Liv yelps when I yank her off me and practically toss her up the length of my torso. She grabs onto the weight bar behind my head with both hands to keep herself from careening to the floor. Her shins rest on my biceps and I grab onto her ass, kneading it.

I lower my arms, bringing her pussy closer to me. My tongue darts out to probe her entrance before sliding up to her clit. Her body quakes, struggling to hold herself up. I pick up the pace, rotating between flicking and sucking. She finally gives in and drops her weight onto me, grinding against my face.

“Oh fuck,” she moans.

Her smell. Her taste. Fucking paradise. The next five minutes are both nirvana and agony while I devour her. My cock is excruciatingly hard, and I can’t give myself any relief while holding onto her like this. The muscles in my arms tighten, a painful cue that they’re about to give up on me.

I slide her down my body, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin along the way. With her hands braced on my chest, she sinks back down onto me at a tortuous pace. My head tilts back as her warmth envelops me. Once I’m fully inside of her, I allow her exactly two seconds to adjust before I start rolling my hips.

Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her toward me and crash her mouth against mine. I kiss her violently, her mint toothpaste mixing with her arousal on my tongue. She whimpers when I bite her bottom lip and then suck it into my mouth.

Breathless, she sits upright and shifts on top of me. Her eyes are half closed, and her pussy squeezes my cock. The tension snaps with my last thread of sanity, and I start thrusting up into her mercilessly.

I reach between us and spread her apart. Her back arches and her clit brushes against my pelvis. Those beautiful blue eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Fuck. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop,” she breathes between thrusts.

My hand grips her throat and squeezes. Her eyes fully open and I jerk my chin towards the mirror on the wall.

“I want you to watch yourself. I want you to see what I see. How beautiful you are when I make you fall apart.”

Her gaze shifts to the mirror and my other hand slides to her hip. My thumb traces the small scar there. Her bouncing breasts draw my attention upward to her lotus tattoo and the other scar hidden beneath—the only one she ever wanted to hide from me. It’s a beautiful piece. But it won’t ever erase the haunting images that are embedded in my brain.