Page 26 of Fragile Scars


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How dare he touch me this way after just being with someone else? But I don’t want him to stop. I’d be lying to myself if I said I did. So, when images of him with her invade my mind and when the tears threaten to break free, I push them away and focus on us. Because it’s my fault he was with her. I don’t blame him.

His breath whispers across my neck as he releases a painful sigh. “I’m sorry. God, you’re so beautiful.” He cups my face and looks into the deepest part of my soul. “I lied. I couldn’t fuck her, baby. She wasn’t you.” Choking on a sob, I pull back, needing to see the truth and all I see is brutal honesty.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted you. Only you. Every single time. So, I told her to go home. Because you own me, every single part. Everything I am is yours. And I want it all—with you, just you, because no one even comes close and no one ever will.”

There are words that can break you and there are words that can put you back together, but then there are words that can do both at the same time. These are those words and I’m broken, piecing myself back, trying to recall where each fragment fits.

How do I save us? How do I walk away from him when it would cost me everything good?

He leans over and kisses my forehead. I want to savor the feel of his warm lips for as long as I can.

“I’m sorry…” I don’t know what else to say or where to start. I cover my trembling mouth; my heart is an achy mess of twisted emotions. Tears rain down my face and I don’t care. I want him to know how much I hurt.

He deserves better than what I’ve put him through. I could be selfless, tell him I’ll never be his, to find someone else instead of staying shackled to me when I can’t give him a future. But I won’t do that, because if seeing him with a random girl hurt this much, I won’t survive if he falls in love with anyone but me.

“Don’t say anything else. I know, baby, I know.” He leans his forehead against mine and we stay like that for long moments until our breaths turn rapidly unsteady.

He rubs his nose against my temple then lower until his tongue licks the curve of my earlobe. He wraps his warm mouth around it, flicking it with his tongue.

“You make me feel so good, Damian.”

“All I want to do is make you feel good.” He continues to torment me with his mouth, and I moan loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, but I don’t care, not even a little.

“I always thought I’d be single forever.” His strong, masculine hand snakes up my back and weaves into my hair. “But then you came out of nowhere and ruined all my plans. What am I supposed to do now?”

I groan. The feel of his hands on my body and the rasp in his voice sends warmth surging between my thighs.

He flips me around and bends me over the couch. The cool air hits my ass and goosebumps line the skin of my bare legs, yet I still feel hot all over. I don’t know what’s happening right now, but I need more.

He tugs my hair with just enough force to make me like it, while his other hand travels slowly up my thigh and stops. His fingers take over and dip into my needy flesh making my core clench impatiently. Lifting the towel over me, his hand skims each one of my ass cheeks, brushing his fingers up and down, leaving a tingle of anticipation behind. He grabs a handful, kneading it, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my flesh until all I know is him.

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DAMIAN

I curl over her, driving her further into the couch. “I could fuck you so easily right now,” I growl into her ear. She shudders against me and it feels so fucking good knowing what I can make her do.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she prods, pushing herself into me.

I slide my fingers down the curve of her ass, lower and lower, until I trace her wet slit with one finger. My cock flinches, hard and desperate to be inside her. I want to take her like this, right now, hard and fast. She needs it and so do I, so why not just end this misery for the both of us?

My hand lands hard against her heart-shaped ass, the contact echoing through the room. Then I do it again, harder this time, her skin turning a nice shade of pink.

“Ahh, yes!” she cries out, fingers clenching against the couch.

“Fuck, now look what you made me do.” Leaning over, I press my cock against her, wanting her to feel what she does to me.

“I’ve wanted this ass ever since I saw you the first time.” She draws in a weak breath.

“You were so pissed, yet so sexy.” Brushing her hair away, I allow my mouth free rein over the delicate skin of her neck. She whimpers something incomprehensible as I take small bites, nibbling along the column of her neck. “Do you know what I wanted to do to you after you gave me the finger?” A groan is her only answer. I plant my hands on each side of her wanting to make her even more desperate.

“I wanted to take you into the bathroom, wrap that ponytail around my wrist, and fuck that attitude right out of you, until you screamed my name.”

“Please, Damian. Do it.” She reaches for my hand and leads it to her breast.Fuck. I squeeze, unable to resist, and as I find her pebbled nipple through the towel, I pinch it hard between two fingers. She curses, pushing herself further into my touch.

My dick pulsates savagely, and I don’t know how much more of this I could take. But I need to control myself because the first time we’re together will be when she’s all mine and I’m all hers. Nothing less will do.

She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I put my thigh in between. I want her to feel every second of tension until she’s completely drunk on the high that’s only us.

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