Page 114 of Freestyle
The fabric slides down my legs, cool against overheated skin and then it’s gone, discarded on the floor like it never mattered, like I’m the only thing he sees now.
I don’t look away. I let him see me. All of me.
Gray shifts beside me, one hand coming to rest on my lower back, grounding me in his quiet steadiness. His touch feels like a vow.
“You’re stunning,” Phoenix says, voice low and sure. Not to flatter. Justtruth.
Their hands, their eyes, the way they lean into me, it’s not lust alone. It’s devotion wrapped in desire, a slow unraveling of every wall I ever built.
Phoenix leans in, lips brushing the inside of my knee before trailing higher. Each movement is slow, deliberate, like he’s reading me through touch alone. My breath hitches. Gray shifts behind me, one arm curling around my waist, pulling me gently until my back rests against the solid warmth of his chest.
I’m surrounded. Cradled between them like something sacred. Their hands speak louder than words, soothing, claiming, cherishing. No rush. No game. Just them, unfolding me one careful inch at a time.
Phoenix presses a kiss just below my hip, gaze still locked with mine. “You’re trembling,” he whispers.
“I’m not afraid,” I breathe back. “I just feel… everything.”
Gray’s lips find the curve of my shoulder, lingering there like a promise.
“Then let us give you more.”
The sheets twist beneath me as Phoenix slides closer, and I arch instinctively toward the heat of him. My skin hums with anticipation, need coiling through every nerve, every breath. They don’t just want me, they want to undo me, piece by piece, until all that’s left is this feeling: loved so completely, so deeply, it borders onruin.
I want it. All of it.
Gray’s hand slides up my stomach until it rests just below my heart. I cover it with mine, and he laces our fingers together, grounding me in this moment, in us.
I tilt my head toward him, and our lips meet softly, like we’re tasting something long awaited. Familiar but electrifying. He deepens the kiss while Phoenix continues his slow ascent, and my body arches instinctively between them, caught in the quiet storm of their love.
There’s no urgency here, only intention. They’re not trying to claim me. They already have.
“Let us show you,” Gray whispers, breaking the kiss, forehead pressed against mine. “What it means to be worshipped.”
The air is thick with unspoken promises, and every heartbeat echoes the weight of their commitment. Gray’s fingers remain steady against my skin, a silent reassurance that I’m safe, cherished. I can feel the warmth radiating from him, a barrier against the ghosts of my past.
Phoenix’s lips travel further, trailing kisses that ignite my senses, each touch a balm for the scars that mar my soul. He pauses at the soft flesh of my thigh, his breath warm and tantalizing, and I shiver at the sensation. He gently runs his hand over the branding, then kisses it softly.
“You’re so strong,” he murmurs, his voice a low caress that wraps around me like silk.
With each kiss, I feel the remnants of my fears melting away, the weight of doubt dissipating like morning mist. They’re not just touching my body; they’re reaching into the depths of my heart, unraveling the knots of insecurity that have held me captive for so long.
Gray’s hand slides higher, fingers tracing the curve of my waist, grounding me in this moment of intimacy. “You’re not alone anymore,” he whispers against my ear, his voice a soothing balm. “We’re here to heal you, piece by piece.”
I lean back into him, the solidity of his chest a fortress against the storm of my past. His presence envelops me, a reminder that I am not defined by my scars, but by the strength it took to survive them.
Phoenix’s mouth finds mine again, deepening the kiss as he pours his love into me, a steady tide that washes away the remnants of pain. “Let us take care of you,” he breathes, his lips brushing against my cheek, igniting a fire that spreads through my veins.
I nod, surrendering to the moment, allowing them to guide me into uncharted territory. Gray’s fingers find the small scars on my side, tracing them gently like a map of my journey. “These are part of you,” he says softly. “They tell your story, but they don’t define you.”
His touch is reverent, and I feel the warmth of his words seep into my skin, filling the cracks with light. Phoenix continues his exploration, his kisses trailing down my body, each one a promise of safety, of love. “We’ll rewrite your story together,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
As their hands move over me, I feel the walls I’ve built around my heart begin to crumble. They’re not just healing my body; they’re mending my spirit, stitching together the pieces of me that felt forever broken. I am enveloped in their love, a cocoon of warmth and acceptance that makes me feel whole.
“Let go,” Gray encourages, his voice a steady anchor. “Trust us.”
With a deep breath, I release the last remnants of my fears, letting their love wash over me like a cleansing wave. I am no longer just a collection of scars; I am a woman deserving of this moment, of this love.
“Show me,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.
