Page 85 of The Devil's Scars

Scars slid his hands down her body, cupped her rounded ass in her loose dress, and lifted her right off her feet. She gave a small cry of surprise and grabbed his shoulders. He wrapped her one leg around his waist, then the other, then turned to sit her on the porch railing.

“Don’t move,” he said, gently untangling her long limbs. He kissed each of her hands, then pushed her golden curls back off her forehead. “I’ll be back. Just going to get something from my bedroom.”

“OK,” she said pertly. “I’ll wait right here.”

“You’d better, baby,” he rasped. “‘Cause if you make me track you through the woods, you’ll be damn sorry what happens when I catch you.”

Her eyes sparked at the thought of Scars Innis pursuing her through the mountains, and unlike what had happened to her all those years ago, that scenario of pursuit and primal play appealed to her. A lot.

Because I trust him. I trust that he won’t hurt me.

Zoe watched him walk into the house, and took a deep breath. She felt so light now, so unburdened. Younger and freer than she’d felt in ages. Maybe in forever.

He was coming back now, and her eyes widened when she saw that he was wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Hungrily, she watched him approach, moving with his usual grace and power, that something else that he had coming at her in waves. It was so tangible, that strength and dignity that he possessed, and she wanted to be washed away by him. Again.

“The changes Arrow and I made to your tattoo,” she said when he was standing in front of her again. “What do they mean? The ‘twenty-three’ and the sunburst? And the rose?”

“Almost twenty-three years since I lost my parents,” he said. “I never ink on the anniversary, I always do it when I feel ready.”

“Oh,” she said, touching the fresh tattoo gingerly. “I’m sorry.”

“The sunburst is for Sam,” Scars said. “He’s a Leo, born in August, and he’s the brightest, smartest thing in my life. I add sunbursts every year to remind myself what I could have lost that night, but I didn’t. He’s my kid brother, and he’s the best thing I ever did, one of the very few things that I did right by.”

She smiled, thinking about Keira. “And the rose in ice?”

He looked at her fixedly, his head cocked. “What do you think, baby?”

“I don’t know.”

“No? You sure?”

“Ummmm. Yes.”

Scars smiled at her, traced her lips with his fingertip. “Something beautiful, delicate, fragile, with hidden thorns. With inner light and strength, but not completely trusting its own softness and vulnerability. Something that encased itself in ice, and used lack of emotion as protection. Something that was frozen in time, waiting for spring, just aching to thaw and reach out.” His finger pressed on her lower lip now, and helplessly, mindlessly, she opened to him. “Does that sound like anyone you know, Zoe?”

She nodded, then moaned as he started to slide his finger inside her mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded in a low growl. “Nice and easy, baby.”

She did as he said, feeling the area between her legs get hotter and wetter with every pull and lick. All she could wish was that it wasn’t his finger – she wanted to please him desperately, and she wanted to do that one way.

“Scars?” she murmured.

“Mmmm-hmmm?”

Her thighs clenched. “Can I please go down on you?”

“Well… since you said ‘please’.” He stepped back, and she slid off the railing. “As you wish, baby. Get naked first, though. I want you giving me everything when your mouth is on me.”

Zoe undressed in record time, feeling vulnerable in all the best ways, then went to her knees in front of him, loving how his boxers were tented out in front of him. Slowly, she lowered them, and when he sprang out, she sighed in sheer happiness. Her fingers encircled his girth, and she realized how much she’d missed being so open to Scars. His cock, his smile, his kisses, his arms. Everything. That one night they’d had had burrowed deep into her skin, into her bones, into her lungs, and cutting herself off from him had really just strangled her own breath, suffocated her own body.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said now, starting to stroke his incredible length. “I want to taste you… please?”

“Yes, baby. Do what you want.”

She took him in her mouth, took him deep right away, and his answering groan was the sweetest music she’d ever heard. She was finding genuine pleasure in pleasing him, and suddenly, all she wanted was to worship his cock. Just stay on her knees, and use her mouth to make love to Scars.

So that’s what Zoe did. She lapped the length of him, then gave him delicate little licks, then twirled her tongue around his head, loving the salty-sweet pre-cum that pearled there. She closed her lips over him, slid up and down slowly, applying more pressure with every pass. She opened her throat, and sucked him deep and hard, felt him pressing against the back of her throat. And when he pressed the back of her head with both hands, holding her in place to accept his gentle thrusts, she closed her eyes and loved every second of his whispered encouragement.

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