Page 45 of Craving Her

She’s still silent as we get back. When we close the door to her room, I lock the door before turning to look at her. “What if I run you a bath so you can relax?” I suggest. I need something to make her calm. She’s hugging herself and looks one step from terrified at this point.

“A bath?”

“You’re upset, Peaches.”

“I usually shower.”

“I can turn the water on for you. I still think a bath would help you more.”

She swallows nervously but nods her consent. “Okay.”

I step into her and though her body jerks because I get closer. To her credit, however, she doesn’t back away. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “Everything is going to be okay, Skylar.” When I pull back her eyes are closed. She slowly opens them and without realizing it, I begin stroking along the side of her cheek with the pad of my thumb.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here, Torin. It feels like everything has changed overnight.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. This chemistry between us has always been there. I just fought like hell to keep it from taking over. All you need to know is that I’m done pushing you away. I’m giving everything I have to being with you. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance to prove that I can be exactly what you need.”

“Tor—”

I groan when she licks her lips. Skylar’s not doing it to flirt or tease me. It’s purely natural and something she does often when she’s nervous. Right now, however, it goes straight to my dick. My hand finds its way to her hair, tightening into it. I pull her to me as I claim her mouth. She immediately opens for me as I push my tongue inside. From there, the kiss ignites a fire thatI’ve barely been able to keep banked over the years. I devour her, letting my desire for her completely free. I want her to feel all of it. I need her to see the truth that I’ve kept hidden.

It has always been her for me. Always.

I didn’t plan this. I truly didn’t. Hell, after the blow up we had, I thought we were back to square one. My woman has a lot of scars and they’re my fault. I’m going to do whatever I need to do to heal them. That begins tonight. I can’t even tell you how we made it to the bed. I just know she’s there and I’m pulling her clothes from her body as quickly as I can. She’s doing much the same. It’s all a blur until we’re standing, looking at one another—her in nothing but her bra and panties and me in just my jeans.

“I’m not going to stop myself any longer, Peaches.”

“I don’t want you to,” she confesses softly. I smile with her words. I reach down dipping my finger between the valley of her breasts, while pressing my thumb against the deep V in her bra. With a quick, simple movement it falls open and I take it from her body, tossing it carelessly to the floor. She reaches up her nails digging into my back as she kisses me. Her body trembles against me as I cup one of her breasts in the palm of my hand. I squeeze it gently, then rake my thumb against the dark rose colored nipple. She moans, into my mouth as our kiss deepens once more. I let my free hand trail down to her hip, resting there as I force myself to stop our kiss. I watch her face, looking for any sign that she’s not ready for this. I know she’s a virgin and I’m only going to move forward when she is ready for it. I owe it to her to make this good for her. My guilt from the way I’ve hurt her in the past is weighing heavily on me. I need to make sure everything about tonight is exactly how she wants it. Soon, I’ll show her more of who I am and what I want, but I have time to do that. Right now, the most important thing in the world is for her to learn to trust me—not only with her body, but with everything.

“Please, Tor,” she whimpers.

“Fuck,” I hiss. My cock weeps at the sound of her begging. I’m going to have to get these jeans off soon, before it bursts through the zipper. I think that’d be more pain that I ever want to endure.

I’m done wasting time. I bend down letting my tongue slide against her pebbled nipple. Her arms wrap around me, her fingernails biting into my back, fueling the hunger inside of me. I suck her nipple in my mouth, trapping it between my teeth, as I slide my fingers into the lace of her panties, tearing them easily.

“Oh, God,” she cries, shuddering against me.

I shove the fabric out of my way, my fingers quickly moving to the wet lips of her pussy. I caress them back and forth in a gentle touch, enjoying the way her body erupts in shivers. “So wet and all for me,” I purr. “Tell me, Peaches. Are you ready to admit that you belong to me?”

“No,” she replies stubbornly, making me smile. The hunger to dominate her, push her to the brink is so strong in me that it takes everything I have to push the urge away. Now is not the time, but it is coming.

“Keep playing hard to get, baby. It makes my dick even harder,” I taunt.

Before she can reply with some snarky-ass reply, I push my fingers between her lips. Instantly, wet, slick, heat envelopes my fingers as I begin stroking her tender folds. I search out her clit, feeling the beat of her pulse against my fingers as I grind into the swollen flesh. In response, her nails bite into my back, scoring down them, drawing blood as I suck hard on her nipple.

“Fuck,” she gasps.

“Mine.” The word is muffled as I growl it out, biting down on her nipple.

She shocks me by pulling away. “You talk too much, Torin. I’ve waited three years. I don’t need a buildup here,” she chastises.

It goes against everything I am, to let her show outright dominance here. I need her to give control over to me. She may always be the one in control, but I need her submission as a sign of trust. A sign to show me that she knows I am only here to take care of her, to cherish her—that she is protected and doesn’t need to worry about any-fucking-thing from here out. I will walk through hellfire to make sure she is safe. Still, I tap down my needs, knowing there are a lot of scars I inflicted that now force me to handle her gently. I must hide my need for control here.

Her hands go to my belt, and she undoes it quickly—all while looking me in the eyes. I can feel the way her hands are trembling. I don’t know if it’s from excitement or fear. I think it might be a mixture of the two. When she gets the button to my jeans loose and unzips my pants, my cock tumbles out. The bastard is straining toward her. I’m so hard that my balls are sore already. Three years I’ve wanted this and I can barely believe that I’m finally going to be inside her sweet honey.

“If you want my cock, Peaches, lay down on the bed and wait for your man,” I order her. My voice is gruff and full of desire. I’ve longed for her for so long, there’s a part of me thinking that I have to be imagining this right now.

She looks at me for a minute. I see the internal battle she’s having with herself right now. It’s written all over her face. Then, after exhaling and giving me a look of resignation, she lays down. It would look like she’s trying to annoy me if I didn’t see the scattering of fear reflecting on her face or notice the way she tries to put one arm over her breasts, while turning just enough to hide her pussy from me. When she lays down on the bed, she goes so far as to bend one leg at the knee to try and shield herself. I finish kicking off my pants as I look down at her. I wrap myhand around my cock, palming it and jacking slowly as I look down at the woman I want to own.

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