Page 48 of Love and War

“Did that make you feel better?”

Ignore him. Don’t say anything.

I clutched my water bottle in my hand. It was easier to hate him than to let myself feel again.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Killian walked around the small fire pit on the porch to the bench next to me. As we sat in silence, the more I found myself relaxing. I hadn’t realized I was tense, and it was pissing me off. Because I knew it was him doing it.

“When me and Salem were young, we used to make these s'mores almost every night. I always used a Reese’s instead of a Hershey and Salem thought I was crazy.” I don’t know why I was suddenly spilling information out about Salem and me, but it felt good. It felt right.

And I was already here.

“It was probably months until she finally broke down and tried it.” Laughing to myself, I said, “God, it was so funny. She tried to act like she hated it, but we both knew she secretly loved it. I found her sneaking a Reese’s, thinking I didn’t see.”

“When she wakes up, I’ll make sure you both have endless supplies of s'mores.” I tried not to latch onto the word “when,” knowing that he believed she was going to wake up. It was better than myself. Because I let the negative thoughts swim around in my head. I didn’t know if I truly believed she would wake up.

Picking up the stick I stabbed my marshmallow, keeping it above the flame. Five minutes later, I had a perfect light tan marshmallow. Quickly making work, it was ready. Taking a large bite, I finished, leaving a glob of marshmallow and chocolate on my fingers. Using my tongue I sucked my fingers into my mouth, cleaning them off.

A deep groan came from beside me, stopping me in my tracks.Fuck.How had I forgotten he was there? My eyes snapped to him, and his pupils dilated.

“Azi—”

He was cut off when I tackled him from the bench. Our mouths fused together, my arms wrapped around his neck. I thrusted my tongue into his, as we fought for dominance. His mouth tasted like mint, oddly mixing well with my s’mores taste. No longer smelling like a hint of cigarettes.

Killian broke our kiss, his hands grabbing my face. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to end up taking you. Because I need you. I need your mouth, your hands on me. I need your pussy wrapped around my cock, Aziza.”

Now here’s where I should have pushed him away, told him to leave. That I needed space. That I needed to focus on Salem, and make sure I had my things in order.

But when I opened my mouth, none of that came out. Instead, I said, “Fuck me, make me forget everything.”

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Killian

Ididn’tgiveAzizatime to back down or change her mind. I was ripping her pants off, pulling her warm cunt onto my waiting mouth. I needed her taste more than anything. The moment my tongue flicked against her clit, Aziza jerked her hips against my mouth. Inhaling I nearly came in my pants just from the smell alone. My hands made quick work unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out.

“Fuck, Killian,” she groaned, fucking my tongue. I fisted myself. “I’m, fu–fuck, I’m going to cum.”

Doubling down, I flicked my tongue faster against her, sucking her clit. Aziza screamed as she began to cum. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her off. Impaling her with my length, Aziza screamed while I tried everything not to bust my nut within two seconds.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I ran my tongue along her lips. Loving the taste of that s’more on her mouth. Thrusting up, Aziza moaned into my mouth. Her hands reached around to her backside, pulling her cheeks apart, making the sensation that much better. Pulling her head into my neck, she made gurgling sounds, panting into me.

Thunder sounded in the back, but I couldn’t stop.

“Do–don’t fucking stop,” Aziza begged. Nothing would stop me, not even while the rain began to pour down on us.

Letting go of her head, she sat up, moving her hips back and forth. Placing her hands on my chest, her nails dug into my chest. The shirt did nothing to stop the bite of her nails.

I could feel my orgasm reaching, something she was doing was causing my body to go crazy.

“A–Aziza,” my voice broke, her cunt spasming around me. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I released her, groaning long and loud.

Aziza flopped down against my chest, breathing heavy, her fingers trailing circles on my cheek.

“Dance with me,” I whispered. Leaning my head down to watch her, Aziza carefully tipped her head up. Searching for something, I’m not sure.

“Okay.” Getting off me, I watched my cock slip from her warmth. My cum began to leak down her leg, but she was quick to wipe it off with her underwear. Pulling her pants on, she shyly looked over at me.

Getting to my feet, I hold out my hand, waiting for her to take it. After what felt like minutes later, she slid her small hand into mine. Grabbing her waist, we began to dance in the pouring rain.

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