Page 123 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

We painted, splashed, laughed, and splattered colors all over the canvas and the rug—the brutality of our creation leaving a gruesome crime scene in its wake.

I understood now what he’d meant.

That he painted emotions.

Messy and all.

Hope, fear, anticipation, relief—

Smeared in pastel beneath my fingertips as our frantic jerking movements slowed and I glanced up at Luca once again. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his temple. We were both covered in little flecks and smudges of paint, and as he cocked his head, brow furrowed in concentration, a drop of sweat glistening on his upper lip I finally realized I couldn’t do this anymore.

I couldn’t live one more minute without knowing what it felt like to be inside him.

Without knowing his heat.

Without joining with him, the closest way I knew how.

I wanted to crawl inside him, make a home for myself beside his soul. Intertwine us together till none of me was left—till we were just…us. Conjoined. Messy. Fucked up, and beautiful. Two half-men, made whole when we were together.

“You make me feel alive,” the words left my lips shakily. They were the first I’d spoken since we’d started our painting, and Luca’s smile…was worth any risk to my sanity as he beamed at me, reaching over with a paint covered finger to stroke over my cheekbone.

“You are alive, Prudence,” he said gently, as if it was that simple.

And I realized he was right.

I was alive.

I was.

For the first time in my un-life I was officially glad I hadn’t died. That I’d lived to see this moment. That I’d lived so I could meet him. My past, however dark, the injustices I’d suffered, the lives I’d ruined—all of it had been worth it, because it led to this moment.

I grabbed him by the cheeks, my fingers leaving prints along his skin, marking him more permanently than even my kisses could. When our lips met all the shattered pieces of myself I’d lost snapped back together. My knee skidded across the painting as I pulled him closer, smearing art across the masterpiece of his body.

My Mona Lisa.

My Starry Night.

My Luca.

He pushed me down, groaning happily as we lay side by side, facing each other, on top of the mess we’d made, our kisses frantic—desperate—wet.

His mouth was molten hot, and deliciously pliant as I licked inside it, memorizing every inch of him with my hands as paint stuck to our skin and leaked into our hair. I sucked on his upper lip, then his lower lip, then chased his slick tongue back inside his mouth so I could taste his breathy moan. His chest heaved as I dragged my palm over his round pec, uncaring of the mess it left behind as I toyed with his pebbled nipples and he hiccuped an overwhelmed little sigh.

His skin was hot to the touch when I slipped my hand under the hem of his shirt, tracing the contours of his belly with reverence as he cradled my face in his hands, gently. Somehow, without words, he knew this was different. This was different. It was different. It was—

Scary.

Uncharted territory.

I poured every new, startling feeling into my touch as I shucked our clothes off, till we lay naked and his dick left a hot stripe of precum against my hipbone. His cock was long and lean, freckled, like he was. The sweet pink head peeked at me, precum leaking down his shaft as I took him into my palm. I marveled at the velvety soft feel of his skin, stroking tight, rough, the way I knew he liked it. He sagged against me, separating our lips for long enough to gasp a quiet plea as his hips bucked into my fist and his lips dragged against my cheekbone.

I kissed him again, a promise pressed to his parted mouth.

I want to love you, I poured into that simple touch.

I want to love you, but I don’t know how.

I wiped my other hand off on his body till they were free of paint as I reached for the dirty backpack we’d leaned haphazardly against the bed frame to our left. My hands trembled as I hunted for the lube, breath leaving me in surprisingly panicked bursts till I found it. I had never wanted something more than I wanted him.

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