Page 22 of Escape

Letting Owen see all of me, the pain, the mess, the bits I’ve kept locked away, felt like cracking open Pandora’s box. But unlike the myth, where all that was left was hope, what’s left for me isn’t hope at all.

It’s him. Owen is my hope.

Owen isn’t just a flicker of light in the dark. Heisthe light. Now that I’ve let him in, I can’t pretend I don’t want him. It’snot some quiet, cautious kind of wanting either. It’s real, raw, undeniable.

My hands move instinctively to his chest, feeling the solidness beneath them before traveling upwards to tangle in his hair. I pull him closer to me until there is no space left between us. Our bodies mould together perfectly as if they were made for this very moment.

His lips crash against mine with a hunger that matches my own, and any coherent thought evaporates from my mind. It's just pure sensation and overwhelming desire. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, exploring every corner. I moan into the kiss, completely lost in the intensity of it all.

His hands move down to my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel his hard cock.

"Fuck, Mel," he groans against my lips. "I need you."

The words send a jolt of electricity straight to my core. My whole body is on fire with want and need for this man. I break away from the kiss to catch my breath and meet his gaze.

"Then take me," I say with a confidence I didn't know I possessed.

His eyes darken with lust at my words, and he doesn't waste another second in taking action. He lifts me up effortlessly in his arms before carrying me towards his bedroom. The world outside may be crumbling into chaos, but right now, in this moment, everything feels perfect.

As he drops me onto the mattress, my heart races with a mix of excitement and anticipation. I can't help but let out a soft moan as his hands trail down my back, sending shivers of desire coursing through my body.

He stands above me, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "You're sure about this, Mel?" he asks, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to take advantage of you, not when you're vulnerable like this."

I reach up, my fingers tracing the strong lines of his jaw, the rough stubble that grazes my skin. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I whisper, my voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions raging within me. "I want you, and I want this. I trust you."

His eyes soften at my words, and he leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle caress. "Then let me show you how much I want you," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.

He begins to undress me with slow, deliberate movements, as if he's unwrapping a precious gift. Each layer of clothing that falls away reveals more of my skin, and I shiver with anticipation, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

His hands glide over my body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that sends shivers down my spine. I love how our skin tones complement each other; it feels like we balance each other perfectly.

He kisses a path from my neck, down to my collarbones, his tongue tracing the delicate skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

I arch into his touch, my hands running through his hair, holding him close. "More," I plead. "I need more."

Chapter 9

Owen

Hearing her beg formore is a dream come true and I oblige eagerly, letting my lips descend further down her body until they find the soft swell of her breasts. My tongue flicks across one dusky nipple before sucking it into my mouth, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Mel's lips.

Her back arches off the bed as I switch my attention to the other breast, teasing and tormenting it until it's aching and sensitive. Ifeel her fingers tighten in my hair as she moans softly under my touch.

"Fuck, Owen," she whispers huskily. "You know just how to make me feel good."

A surge of pride courses through me at her words as I continue kissing and nipping at her breasts. My hands slide down to grip her hips firmly as I let my mouth travel lower still, leaving a wet trail of kisses along the way.

When I finally reach the apex of her thighs, Mel is already slick with arousal. Her scent is heady and intoxicating as I breathe it in deeply before pressing a soft kiss against her mound.

Her legs tremble around me as she lets out a low moan at the contact. "Please," she begs. "Don't tease."

I smirk against her skin before using my teeth to gently tug on the fabric of her knickers and pulling them down her legs in one fluid motion. Then I use both hands to part her folds and let my tongue delve into the wet heat between them.

Mel's whole body jolts at the first flick of my tongue against her clit. She lets out a breathless cry and I know she's close. I let my tongue work its magic, lapping at her swollen nub in fast, firm strokes while I use one hand to tease and pinch her nipples.

"Fuck, Owen," she moans loudly. "I'm gonna come."

Her words send a surge of arousal straight to my cock. "Come for me," I growl. "I wanna taste you, baby."

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