Page 166 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Barrier for what?”

“True happiness?”

Tingling surged through me. I grew numb and sensitive to the touch simultaneously. She placed her head on my back asshe waited for a response. I wasn’t sure which version to give her. Four of them circulated in my head.

“Hm?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, “And as much as I try to avoid the idea of never finding peace without mending my relationship with him, my efforts are pointless. He is the barrier. Not because he wants to be, but because I made him.”

“Then fix it, Psalms. Only you have the power to do so.”

“I know, but with everything so fresh–”

“The risk is greater.”

“Than ever.”

Frustrated with the fact that more time would come between our reunion, if there was ever one at all, I turned around and pulled Rugger into me.

“We’ll figure it out, baby. Together.”

Her words were bandages on my wounds. I kissed her forehead and then her lips.

“We will.”

“I’ve missed you… too much,” she whispered into my mouth. “It’s almost as if you aren’t real. I’ve been in pain so long I don’t know how to stop it. The thought of never holding you again– it broke me into pieces.”

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life piecing you back together. I’m sorry I made your heart hurt. I’m sorry I made you mourn the love we’d founded. I’m sorry for the pain my absence caused. I’m sorry for making you miss me. But, understand that I am too stubborn and too fucking in love with you to leave you like that. Ten steps ahead, baby.”

“Ten steps ahead.”

I kissed her lips again. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. It didn’t matter how lethal she was or how well she worked her tools. She was putty in my hands. And, that’s exactly how I liked her.

“Touch me,” she murmured, grabbing my hand and placing it on her treasure box. “Touch me like you used to.”

I buried two fingers deep inside Gazelle’s warmth. She didn’t have to ask more than once to be brought the pleasure that only I could bring her. She was deserving of it.

“Like this?” I asked, turning my fingers upward to massage her g-spot.

“Yesssss–” she moaned against my ear.

Fuck.I’d missed the sound of pure ecstasy rolling off her tongue.

For six months I was unable to move, blink, or say a fucking word. But, my brain was still active and thoughts of Gazelle kept my head above water. Thoughts of her smile. Thoughts of her smell. Thoughts of her laughter. Thoughts of her arousal. Thoughts of her climax.

My thumb rotated around her clit. Only a few seconds had passed and her limbs were locking up. She’d been deprived and for that, too, I was sorry. The night would be dedicated to her. And, as much as her body would allow it, she’d cum. Over and over again.

“Uhhhh– Yesssss,” she moaned, rotating her hips. “Yesssss. I’m gonna cum.”

“I’m waiting,” I uttered as I stuck my tongue down her throat.

She splintered right on my fingers. Her body convulsed as she began to lose her balance. I wasn’t one hundred percent, but I garnered the strength to keep her from falling in the slippery shower.

“Baby–” Gazelle whimpered, “Baby.”

Her pleas fell on death’s ear as I dislodged my fingers and turned her around. I guided her body forward and placed both of her hands on the shower rod for support.

“Ughhhhhh.”

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