Page 45 of Blazing Desires
"Go to your room and clean yourself up, I don't want to see or hear from you for the rest of the day, do you understand?"
His words spat across my face. I nodded and he finally loosened his grip on my arm. His stubby fingers no doubt left bruises on my skin.
"Good girl. I don't want to have to punish you, Davina, so stop acting like a petulant child and be good for Daddy, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I somehow got the words out around the sob in my chest. He ran his hand through his hair and waved me away. I ran back to my room and cried for the little girl who just lost her daddy so soon after her mummy had gone, and whose favourite cream dress was now covered in blood.
Chapter 20
A Thousand Suns
Blaze
One second her skin is under my fingertips, and the next there’s only an echo of touch.
Scars raised but faded from time are bundled together at the backs of her thighs. I had only wanted to check her for any other cuts or bruises, and I'd nearly missed the marks until they’d stood out in the soft light of the room. It made me want to tear off her clothes and see all the others he had left on her, to peel back the layers of her mind and discover all the scars that had never been visible too.
She'd wrenched from my grasp and as she sat on the ottoman, and now her hands are gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles are turning white. I see the panic in her eyes, until it morphs into something else entirely.
Davina isn’t here with me anymore. I’d bet anything that she’s back in that memory, reliving the trauma again. My heart twists with despair at all she’s been through—isgoing through. Her short, shallow breaths spur me into action until I’m once again on my knees in front of her.
Easing her hands out of the death grip she has on the bench, I place them on my thundering heart. My hands reach out to turnher head to face me, my fingers gripping in her auburn locks and tugging gently.
“Baby, look at me. I need you to breathe. FuckingbreatheDavina, please!”
The plea rips from my mouth, desperation bleeding into it.
“Come back to me, love.Come back.” My voice cracks.
It isn’t working, so I try counting breaths with her, shaking her gently, tugging harder on her hair but not wanting to hurt her any more than she is already. So I do the only other thing I can think of, the one thing I haven’t stopped thinking about since my eyes landed on her again after so long. The only thing I've wanted to do since the other half of my heart walked into that office.
I kiss her, finishing what we had barely started back in her room. It’s soft at first, barely a brush of our lips. I pull back, my eyes scanning her face and body for any signs that her panic attack is easing. It’s still not working, so I try again. I press a little harder and longer, and I repeat the movement a few times to no avail.
I’m about to give up when her mouth responds to mine. She kisses me back with fervour and I swear I ascend to the heavens. The kiss turns frantic and messy, her hands holding my hoodie in a death grip and pulling me as close as I can physically get to her. Her short breaths transform from panic to soft moans.
I can’t get enough of her, of those pretty pink lips, her taste. And it’s clear to me she feels the same as she tugs herself flush with my chest until she’s sinking into my lap, straddling me. I remove a hand from her hair and place it at her lower back, drawing her closer until our hips are perfectly aligned. She whimpers and the sound goes straight to my dick.
I part the seam of her lips with my tongue, and she doesn’t hesitate to grant me entry, our tongues tangling in a dance as smooth as if we've had all the time in the world to practice.Kissing her is like dancing among the stars, the desire between us blazing like the heat from a thousand suns. I revel in the way it scorches everywhere we touch. It’s everything I’ve ever imagined and yet nothing like it at all. She consumes me in a way no dream could ever emulate.
Our chests are heaving now and the friction between our bodies is torture. I want her so fucking badly, craving the taste of her to sate my addiction. It would be so easy to take this further, but the need to take care of her is stronger.
I break the connection of our lips. My traitorous mouth steals a few more kisses before our foreheads rest against each other, giving us a moment to catch our breath. I open my eyes to find her staring at me, the dark depths of her eyes luring me in. Neither of us speaks, not wanting to ruin the moment. We stay pressed together, soaking each other in until I swear I will never forget the feel of her.
“You're okay, baby. I've got you. I've always got you.” I whisper.
She doesn't reply. I don’t expect her to, but she does surprise me by placing a soft kiss on my lips in response instead. My eyes flutter closed as the sensation imprints itself in my mind.
I could get used to this.
“Do you want to talk about what just happened, love?”
She shakes her head at the same time her stomach rumbles, and I'm reminded again how we never got to eat dinner.
It won’t do to leave my girl hungry.
“Let's get you dressed, love and I’ll cook us something to eat.”
