Page 22 of Sinful Scars

She leans toward me and wraps her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly.

It takes me a second to react.

I can’t remember the last time someone hugged me, and my entire body tenses at the close contact.

She barely reaches my shoulder, and she feels so small, so fragile as my arms wrap around her instinctively.

“I just wanted to thank you,” she whispers, her cheek resting against my chest. “For saving my life.”

Having her so close is making me second guess my decision to let her go. It’s selfish of me to crave her like this, to seek comfort in her touches when she’s only doing it out of obligation.

She could never love me like I love her, because ultimately that’s what I feel for Elle.

Love.

Because if she truly knew me, she would feel nothing but hate.

“Please, can I take the blindfold off? I want to see who you are.”

I drop my arms and step away because I can’t think straight when her body is pressed up against mine, when her scent is filling my nose like adrug.

“Trust me, it’s better this way.” My words come out colder than I intend, but they don’t seem to put Elle off.

She bites her lower lip, and I’m so mesmerized by her mouth that I don’t realize she’s on her tiptoes, her hands moving to my shoulders to steady herself as she leans in.

I blink, and her lips are on mine.

The touch is hesitant, but when I don’t pull away, she parts her lips, and something inside me snaps.

My fingers thread into her dark hair, holding her in place as my tongue gently teases her lower lip in a silent invitation.

Elle parts her lips eagerly and when my tongue brushes against hers, I can’t stop the moan from building in my throat.

She tastes even sweeter than I imagined, and I devour her mouth like it’s my last meal, stroking my tongue against hers in the same way I would if I were between her thighs.

Her fingers grip my shirt, pulling me closer as I angle her head back to give me better access.

She submits to me without question, and my mind fills with thoughts that I have no business entertaining as I explore her mouth, gently nipping at her lips with my teeth that has her body melting against me.

Everything about her is soft. Her lips, her cheeks, her hair.

I want nothing more than to explore every inch of her skin with my mouth, to know if her pussy tastes just as sweet?—

I break away, panting as I try to catch my breath.

My cock throbs painfully, and if Elle were to move any closer, she would feel just how badly I want her.

I’ve already crossed too many lines, and I can’t risk crossing any more.

“I have to go.” I untangle my fingers from her hair and step out of reach.

Elle stands frozen in place, her lips swollen from our kiss and her dark hair disheveled.

I don’t think I’ve seen her look so beautiful, which is exactly why I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something I regret.

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ELLE

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