Page 54 of Bound By Fate
Quietly I whispered, “I’m trusting you, Dryerson. Please know how hard that is for me to do, but I’m giving it to you.”
I felt a tear roll down my face, and he swiped it away with his thumb.
“I’m honored you gave that to me. You can always trust me.”
With tears still leaking from my eyes, I lifted up and kissed him. Not the timid, unsure Katie who’d been around these past few months, but Katie, the fierce woman I was our first time.
I let the old me have at it. I wanted to feel like me again, not the woman with the war paint always trying to put on an act. Not the damaged woman who just wanted to climb inside a box and hide.
Dryerson didn’t waste a moment of my invitation by rubbing himself against my core. It was through clothes, but that didn’t take away the feeling of pleasure at the touch.
His hand moved up my back, under my shirt deeper, and I stiffened once again. Mentally I counted, then eased once more. He felt it because he lifted up and said, “Thank you for trusting me.”
At those words, I pushed him to his back, sat up, and took off my shirt. For some reason it felt important for me to do it this time. For me to be the one in control of showing him my body.
He sat with his head propped on his hand and watched every move I made. I could actually see the fire dancing in his eyes as he took me in and ripped off my thin lace bra.
I was strong. I could do this. I could trust him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, flipping me to my back. He began at my neck and kissed every single scar that he saw on his journey. I felt the wetness in my eyes, but it was also between my legs, and at this moment, I could only concentrate on one thing or another.
As his lips kissed, his hand moved along my skin, lighting my body on fire. His hand slipped beneath my pants. It took him merely a second to find the exact spot I needed.
I gasped and arched my back off the bed, taking in every sensation. The orgasm came over me instantly, and his lips came down on mine to silence me.
Remy. Remember Remy!
Lights flashed behind my eyelids as the electric current kept zapping me. The entire time he did not stop, not even once drawing out the currents.
When my body finally gave up and went back to the mattress, his kisses turned sweet as he lifted and said, “Nothin’ more beautiful than watchin’ you come.”
A blush tinged my cheeks.
Shaking it off, I asked, “Are you going to take off your clothes, or do I have to do that too?”
He chuckled as I wiggled out of my pants and kicked off my underwear. I could trust him with what he’d see. And I wasn’t going to let what happened to me ruin this moment.
Yes, I had been violated. Yes, I still thought about it … a lot.
But this here, being with a man I trusted, I knew he’d never hurt me like that. It was what gave me the courage to move down the bed and pull off his jeans.
I figured he kept his pants on instead of going down to his boxers for me.
His hard length was straining in those boxers, and it gave me a sense of power that I could turn this big, strong beautiful man on like that.
That I was in control of my body, and he took it as an honor that I was able to give it to him.
He stripped off his shirt as my hands grazed up his legs. The hair on them tingled my fingers.
Getting to the boxers, I looked up and saw he was biting his lip.
“Wild Kat,” he warned.
My nose grazed up one side of his boxers, coming in contact with his rock solid shaft, then moved to the other side.
His hands gripped the sheets, and I knew I was testing his patience, but with each second he trusted himself with me, I gave that back to him.
Through the fabric I ran my lips along him, taking a moment to give the tip a long kiss. His hips bucked, and a smile tilted my lips. He wanted me, and that was a powerful thing.
