Page 100 of Scars and Burns

“You are a rare star whose light cannot be matched.” I open them and she’s staring up at me.

Not with anger, but with wonder.

I wonder if the last time she heard this was from her Mother. That’s who I heard it from. And every moment, everything I’ve witnessed has only confirmed that statement.

“Why would you say that?” Her breathing is shallow. Her eyes dart between my eyes and lips.

Does she want to kiss me?

Goddess I want to kiss her. But that would go against my rules.

Though she has proven to be the exception to all of my will power.

I take a step closer to her. Looking down. She’s now dropped her arm. Dangling with the flower still in her hand at her side. We areso close our chests brush against one another with every breath.

Leaning down so my lips graze across her forehead. Brushing against her skin. Skimming her hairline. She’s incredibly short and it almost hurts my neck and back, but she is worth it.

All the pain in the world is worth it if it means I get to be close to her. I weave one arm around her waist. Pulling her into me. Our bodies are flush. I know she can feel my dick. Hard against my trousers. Firmly placed against her stomach. I move my other hand to her cheek. My hand engulfs the side of her face. My palm takes up her entire cheek and then some on her ear. My fingers intertwined in her braid. Her hair is soft and smells like wild flowers.

She’s cold to touch. Her body feels like ice.

It feels good.

She cools the raging fire that is inside of me. Constantly rampaging on. Always wanting to corrupt me and let the darkness consume my soul. She settles it. Bringing the chaos to a low burn.

I’m losing my resolve. The grip on my will power is slipping away with every passing moment. Every second we are together brings me close to the edge. My Goddess mark burns. Only for her.

Feeling her.

Needing her.

I can’t take it anymore. She is consuming me. I feel her breath on my neck. It’s the only part of her that is emanating heat.

Well, I wonder if her little pussy is heating up for me, warm and sweet. Glistening from her own moisture. The thought of licking her up, tasting her - oh what an experience that would be. I’m mad with lust. She is everything.

Not able to stand it anymore. I smash my lips into hers in a bruising kiss.

She’s stunned and pulls away. We glance between each other for a few moments but then she’s on me in a second.

Our mouths collide. Our tongues intertwined.

This is not her first time.

I tighten my grip around her waist and host her up. Her legs envelope around me. I can feel her thighs squeezing together. Bringing our bodies closer. If that were possible. My other hand is now on her upper back. Supporting her.

She’s dropped the black dahlia. One arm wrapped around my shoulders. The other hand is holding my face. Granted her arms are far more active than mine. Fingers running through my hair. Slightly tugging on the strands. She’s far more aggressive and experienced than I would have guessed. Her tongue easily glides and dances with my own.

Then she does something I was not expecting. Grasping my face. Placing her hands on my cheek she starts to pull away.

I grip her tighter. Not willing to let her go.

She takes my bottom lip in between her teeth and bites. Pulling away slowly, so my bottom lip is drawn out.

Breaking skin, she releases my lip. I lick up the blood that she’s just drawn. The taste and smell of crimson filling my senses.

I peer up at her. She has a devious smile on her face.

“Just returning the favor.”

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