Page 16 of Healing Love

Good. I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot.

“No fair,” she pouts, sitting up to tug on my shirt. “You’ve seen all of me, but I’ve hardly seen any of you.”

I grin at her, loving her eagerness. “As you wish.”

I crawl off the bed and pull my shirt over my head. Brielle props herself up on her elbows to watch me. It’s then I remember she’s never actually seen my leg. Brielle must have the same realization. She sits up on the bed, reaching out for me. I walk closer to her, watching as she undoes the button and zipper on my jeans.

“Let me see you,” she says softly. I nod, letting her pull the fabric down. I step out of my jeans and boxer briefs, standing completely bare before the only woman I’ve ever loved.

Her eyes never leave mine as she places a hand on my chest, silently thanking me for giving her this part of me, too. I stare down at her, my skin burning under her touch.

Eventually, her eyes glide over my chest, arms, and stomach. She traces the swirls of ink on my skin, leaving behind a trail of fire as she goes.

Her fingers find an old scar on the left side of my ribcage. A piece of shrapnel from the explosion lodged itself in my side, leaving a nice reminder of that day. Brielle bends down and kisses the raised skin. It's the sweetest, purest gesture I’ve ever witnessed, and I feel myself falling even more in love with her.

Her fingers continue their survey of my body, and I let her. It's all hers.

She finds another scar on my right shoulder. It’s a bullet wound I got while on one of my first missions. It wasn’t that bad. The medic said the shoulder is one of the best places to get shot. I told him that sounds like some bullshit people who have never been shot tell you.

Brielle’s eyebrows knit together in concern but she doesn’t ask questions. In time, she’ll learn all of my stories. She’ll know each wound, both internal and external. Just like I want to learn all about hers.

My achingly sweet girl places a tender kiss on the scar on my shoulder and continues tracing kisses over my chest until she gets to my heart. I know she can feel it pounding against my ribcage, every beat pulsing with need, desire, and love.

She kisses my chest, over my heart. "Mine," she whispers into my skin before resting her forehead there. Her fingers brush down the side of my body, past my hip, until she reaches the start of the marred flesh on my leg. She doesn't look or make a big deal out of it, she just gently strokes me there, loving this part of me, too.

I’m overwhelmed by her sweet, tender touches and soft exploration. I place two fingers under her chin and tilt her head up toward mine before brushing my lips on hers.

She opens immediately for me and I dive into her soft mouth. Her hands move up my chest and around my neck, tangling in the hair at the back of my head as she tugs me closer, trying to devour me.

Suddenly she pulls away from me and I follow her like a magnet, drawn to her light, her touch. Her hands glide back down my body and she strokes my dick, wrapping her fingers around my girth and stroking until I’m about ready to nut in her hand.

“You feel too good, sunshine,” I groan as I stop her movements. “I’m going to come right now if you touch me again, but I want to be inside of you when that happens.”

“Oh…” she gulps. I gently lay her back down on the bed and step out of the last of my clothing before crawling over her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect. So mine.” My eyes sweep over her body and I can’t believe all of this is for me.

I dip my head down and kiss her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and stroking it with mine. We break for air and I lick down her throat, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. I reach down and drag a finger through her slit, collecting her juices and checking her readiness.

“So wet for me, love.”

She nods, her eyes glazed over with lust. I trace my fingers over her lips, rubbing her honey across her soft skin before licking and kissing it off. She moans, and the sound goes straight to my dick. My dirty girl likes it.

I reach down again and gather more of her sweet cum, rubbing it on my aching cock in long strokes. I line myself up to her entrance and gaze into her captivating blue eyes, searching for any doubts or worries.

“Are you ready for me, Brielle?”

She nods.

“I need your words. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Elliot. Please, I’m ready for you. I want to be yours completely.”

Her confession does me in. I growl and push the head of my cock into her tight, hot pussy. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. You’re safe with me,” I comfort her. I know it’s going to hurt, and I hate that thought. But I love knowing I’ll be the one to make it better.

“I know. I’m ready, please, please, Elliot. I ache for you.”

Fuck. That’s all I need to hear. I push myself further into her, bottoming out in one long thrust. She whimpers and clings to me, squeezing her eyes shut as a single tear escapes. My heart clenches knowing I caused her pain. I kiss her tear away and nuzzle her neck.

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