Page 46 of Scars and Burns

Within a flash I’m moving toward her. She doesn’t have time to react. No time to unsheathe her blades before I have her in my grasp.

I grip the small of her back. Holding her blades in place. My other hand finding its way behind her head. Holding her face inches from mine. My fingers tangling in her braid. Our bodies flush together.

Her breath escapes in her lungs. Her hands fly to my shoulders. Gripping them. Digging her nails into my tunic.

I glide my lips up her neck and to her ear. The exact same soft caress I did before. Whispering, “In every way imaginable. You have infected my mind. My every thought leads back to you. Seeing you every time I close my eyes. Longing for your touch. To feel your eyes pierce my soul. I want to know what lies behind those black dahlia eyes of yours. To know what drives you. What moves you. I want to understand every essence of your soul. I see the darkness that you try to keep at bay. I know it’s there. Let me coax it out of you. Let me match your desires ”

She grips my shoulders even tighter as I speak. I can feel her trying to keep her breath steady but her heart is racing. She leans into me ever so slightly.

I pull my lips along her cheek. Allowing mine to brush against hers before I look her in the eyes. Her eyes are bouncing between mine. Darting down to my lips occasionally.

We stay silent. Neither of us know where to go from here.

I begin to pull my hands away. Taking a step back. But before our bodies part she’s pulling me back to her.

I grab her hips. Her hands resting on my upper arms. Bringing my forehead down to hers, closing my eyes. I walk forward. Guiding herback until she is up against a tree. The very same tree we were up against before.

I can’t kiss her. Not yet. Not until I know what this is. For both our sakes.

Pinning my hands to the tree on either side of her head. Holding on to the last bit of restraint that I have.

Feeling her hands graze my torso. They lay flat on my chest before trailing down my abs. She places them on either side of my hip bones. Slightly pulling me towards her.

Does she want this?

Does she actually want me or is she just trying to get lost in something, or someone, to drown out her sorrows.

She peers down at my groan. My dick hard and ready. Straining against my trousers, painfully erect. She can see that I want her. I can’t deny it.

Sensing my reservations she brings her hand up to my cheek. Trailing her fingers down to my neck. She brushes over my new tattoos.

My burns.

I flinch. No one touches my bare skin but me. Even the previous women in the past I’ve indulged in didn’t touch me. Either held down by my dominance or my clothes remained on for the most part. Never fully surrendering to any of them.

I pull away from her fully. She seems surprised but doesn’t object.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or overstep.” She says.

She thinks she did something wrong. Of course she does. She’s been told her whole life she is wrong.

But it’s me. I’m not good for her. I am too damaged to give her what she deserves.

Sighing, I place my hand on her shoulder. I can feel the gash that is there under her leathers. I rub my thumb over it gently.

She doesn’t even flinch.

“You did nothing wrong. I just wanted to see you.” I say before turning away to leave.

She stops me, “Wait! I don’t even know your name.”

Glance over my shoulder. I will not be coming back here. I can’t. This was a mistake. “Aemond”

A lie but I can’t tell her the truth.

I begin to walk away. Distancing myself from her.

Glancing back at her one last time. She’s watching me leave. But I can’t tell if she is glad I am going or if she wants to ask me to stay.

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