Page 181 of Diamond Kisses

The first day Tess had taken us for a tour and shown us where the indoor swimming pool was, the conservatory, and offered the use of the library, I’d feared my memories would overwhelm me.

But somehow…those ghosts kept fading the longer I heard laughter in the halls instead of screams. The horrors of my childhood blew away each time Lino charged past with the dogs or I caught my brother yanking Tess into the shadows for a quick grope.

Tipping my chin down, I pressed my mouth to Ily’s.

She moaned and yanked her gloves off, then threaded her fingers through my hair. Her tongue speared past my lips. She took the kiss and made us ignite with all those flames, all that heat.

Grinding my hips against her belly, I rocked against her.

Our kiss turned wild. Our heads dancing, noses grazing, teeth occasionally clacking.

I groaned as I cupped her breast, only to find a handful of jacket. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

She snickered. “I know how to fix that problem.”

“Me too.” Grabbing her hand, we shot up the stairs.

We laughed as we ran-limped down the corridor.

We tripped into our room, kicked the door closed, and attacked one another.

This was good.

This was passion.

I could handle being rough as we tore each other’s clothes off.

I could participate as she dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth, and sucked me.

And I could allow a piece of my blackness to unfurl as I snatched her from her knees, tossed her onto the bed, and smothered her body with mine.

What I couldn’t do was bite her until she bled or spank her no-longer-bruised skin.

Her fingers landed on my back, tracing the nasty mess of scars.

Her legs snapped around my hips as I reached between us and guided myself to her scorching wet heat.

She gasped as I penetrated and groaned as I slid all the way home.

We lay there trembling, gasping as we returned to each other after being apart for so long.

And then, we began to move.

Slow at first.

A rocking, a claiming.

We kissed and licked and despite her fingers turning to claws on my back, deliberately granting pain to retaliate, I stayed kind.

Worshipping.

Our eyes caught as I looked down at her, flushed in my embrace. Knowing I was inside her. Feeling her all around me.

I couldn’t stop myself as I tipped her chin to the side and latched my mouth on her neck. I licked her scar and kissed her softly.

“Do it,” she groaned. “Bite me.”

I licked her again instead. I ignored the urge of all that darkness. I fell into lust, not cruelty.

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