Abruptly, she pinched my chin, urging my eyes to open. “Yet you still had me that night. As I had you.”
A muscle throbbed in my jaw. “I traded for you. I took you captive.”
“But you wouldn’t now.” Flare sketched a finger across my lower lip. “Besides, nobody owns me anymore.”
“And if I have my vicious way, no one ever shall. Yet we are worlds apart.”
She nodded. “And in our own world.”
I groaned. “You’ve fucked up my life.”
“That makes us even.”
“I’m sorry,” I hissed, the words slicing from my gut. “I’m so sorry, Flare.”
Although I would not ask forgiveness, her bare throat bobbed. “I forgive you, if you forgive yourself. If this has to end someday, let’s use the time we have left.”
“That will lead to pain. I won’t do that to you.”
“It’s my choice. And with the pain, it will yield something else.” Her other palm cradled my jaw. “Something beautiful.”
I leaned into her touch, a strange sound creeping out of me, brittle and destitute. “What if I can’t do this justice? What if I fail you?”
“Let’s find out.” She dipped her finger between my aching teeth. “Make love to me.”
43
Jeryn
Make love to her. As though I knew how. As though I would succeed. She whispered with conviction, knowing what she deserved and somehow believing me capable of giving it to her.
I had fucked Flare before, but I had not done this. The request dismantled every bit of knowledge I had ever cultivated. Not for the first time, I found myself on the precipice of uneven terrain. Once more with my little beast, I didn’t know how to accomplish something.
My muscles tensed. Fuck, I was … nervous.
Yet like a thousand times before, her touch persuaded me to try. What she wanted, I would seek out. Anything she wanted, I would give. Disappointing this woman was not an option.
The vivid blue water glittered. Bubbles rushed to the surface, foaming against her skin.
Recalling every time Flare had brushed through my hair, caressed my jaw, and glazed her mouth over mine, I used those memories as guides. Easing my grip on her waist, I dragged my thumbs over her hipbones.
Flare’s eyelids fluttered, restoring my confidence. With each respiration, our wet bodies siphoned together. Her breasts inflated into my chest, the contact agitating my blood.
Skimming my palms under the dress, I raised the material, peeling it up her body. The slow progression compromised our breathing. By the time she extended her arms, and I whisked the sodden garment over her head, our exhales were in tatters.
Her cinched nipples peaked above the water’s surface, the sweet thatch of her pussy nudged my cock, and her naked throat glistened. The makings of a growl stoked low in my throat. Tacking my gaze to hers, I seized her waist and walked us backward.
Her fingers fell to the front clasps of my pants. My dick shoved against the garment, my sac throbbing. While sweeping her mouth over mine, Flare picked open the closures and spread the flaps.
My ruddy cock lifted from the material, the torrid water licking my flesh. Flare whimpered as she strapped her digits around the base, encasing me in her grip and rolling up and down. Everlasting shit. The tip grew so broad that I hissed into her lips, making them quirk.
Wanting to feast on that grin, I sauntered forward. Water sloshed over the rim as Flare’s ass hit the edge. A puff of air vacated her lips, and she let go of my distended cock. With my frame pressing Flare into the spring, I released her waist and pushed the pants down. She watched, her gaze bright as I stepped out of the garment and flung it to who-the-fuck-knew-where.
With a sigh, the beast captured me, her arms linking around my shoulders. She could not see my cock, as I could not see her cunt. Yet beneath the depth, we felt both.
Rubbing. Tormenting.
I’d grown as firm as iron, and she had become as drenched as the sea. We flattened ourselves together, the better to feel it, to know it. Despite the times I had made her come, some manner of clothing had always stayed on, wedged between our skin, separating us. Tonight, we shed those obstructions.