Page 91 of Made of Steel (Made of Steel 1)

Fuck. My lips found the skin on his neck. He tasted as good as he smelled. If this was all he felt comfortable with me seeing, I'd take it. I'd revel in it. I kissed underneath his jaw and relished in the rough feeling of his 5 o'clock shadow on my lips. I was lost in him. I was lost and I never wanted to be found again.

He tilted his hips slightly and I swore I saw the stars. Nothing had ever felt so good.

"Please don't stop," I moaned.

I felt his smile against my neck. "I'm not the one threatening to go anywhere." His lip traveled down my clavicle.

"I'll stay. I promise I'll stay."

His pushed aside my tattered shirt with his nose as his lips found my breast. His tongue slowly encircled my nipple.

What was he trying to do to me?

"You're perfect," he said.

My body arched toward him and he lightly bit down on my nipple.

I couldn't even help the moan that escaped from my lips. I was so close. His mouth. His cock. His hands. He was the perfect one.

He lifted his face to look up at me. And from the angle, it was the first time I had ever seen his eyes. They were a deep brown. I felt like I stopped breathing when our eyes met. He was staring at me like no one ever had before. Complete smolder. I could feel the heat from his gaze. He let me see him. He trusted me. And that trust made me lose control. I could feel myself clenching around him.

He immediately closed his eyes and groaned. His eyelashes were long. For some reason I found them irresistible. I wanted to kiss every inch of his face. I so badly wanted to see him.

I felt his warmth spread up inside of me. It was the best feeling in the world. I had never felt so whole before.

"Look at me," I whispered as soon as I was able to speak again.

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter as he released my hands.

I grabbed both sides of his face. "Please."

He lowered his head, hiding his eyes underneath his hood again, and slowly pulled out of me.

I felt empty. How could I feel so lost when he had just made me feel so completely full?

He had taken away the pain, emotional and physical. But as soon as he placed me back down on my feet, it returned. My chest ached. I put my hand on my hurt shoulder.

He knelt down in front of me and pulled my shorts back up. He kissed my hipbone and then pushed the hoodie farther up my stomach. He kissed the jagged scar along the side of my bellybutton. Somehow that was even more intimate than what we had just done. How did he even know that I had it? He's been watching me. But for how long? I gulped as he slowly lifted his head.

He seemed to wince when his eyes landed on my shoulder. He released the baggy hoodie. "I hurt you." He quickly stood up and took a step away from me.

"What? No." I removed my hand from my shoulder. "No. You made me forget about the pain. I couldn't feel it," I said softly.

"You were just in a hospital. You should still be there."

"I'm okay."

He clenched his hands into fists.

It was like I could truly see him for the first time. He was tormented. How could two souls so destroyed possibly feel complete with each other? He told me that I wouldn't like what I saw if he took off his mask. I'd probably see a reflection of myself.

He took another step away from me.

"Where are you going?"

"You're safe here. That's all that matters. Call me if you're in trouble." He pulled his hood down even more over his eyes.

"And what if I'm not in trouble?" What if I want more of you?

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