“Taking some time to cope with trauma isn’t a bad thing. Over the past few days, I’ve had time to process everything we learned about the Ghost Brotherhood. I’ve never felt more betrayed, or devastated, and trust me, I’ve felt those things plenty of times in my lifetime. We truly, wholeheartedly believed in the Brotherhood and its cause. To learn that we hurt more people than we saved…” I push the hair that’s fallen into my face out of the way with a shaking hand as my heart races in anger. When I get it under control I continue, “I’ve also had time to come to terms with the fact that I’m dead. Strangely enough, while traumatic, that’s been the easiest thing to accept about this whole situation. Or maybe it’s just easier because I’ve had the time to wrap my head around it. Just like you need to relax and take the time you need in order to process your own trauma.”
Willow says nothing to this. She stares intently down into her lap, mulling over my words. After a long and heavy pause, Willow shivers. I lean down as I pull her closer and press my forehead against the top of her head. I wish I could help in some way, but this isn’t something I’m very good at. Looking down into my own lap, I note the book that’s covering my softened dick.
“You know, I can’t remember the last time I read a book.” I chuckle. “It’s been nice to be able to just relax for a bit. This is a new concept for us.”
Willow stiffens and begins to move out from under my arm, but I hold her tight.
“Willow—"
“I’m going to take a shower, find some food and then we can go see my dad,” Willow huffs, struggling to push my arm away, but I hold her to me.
“Willow, what’s wrong now?” I demand, sharply. What the hell did I say?
She gives me a side-eye glare. “How am I supposed to ‘relax’ and ‘take some time’ for myself when I know thatyouwon’t be able to enjoy this down time for very long?Youdeserve this time more than me. My life—secondlife —is technically my jumping off point. This should be your time to be finding some new purpose or whatever. Viktor, I—”
“Need to shut the hell up.”
I’ve had enough. Clearly, Willow needs a distraction, she’s been stewing for too long about all of this. She’s not thinking clearly. I reach up, grab a fist full of her hair that’s in a loose bun, and yank her head back so she’s forced to look up at me. At her gasp and the sight of her nipples puckering with excitement, I know exactly what she needs. She’s been telling me this whole time. Swooping down, I capture her mouth with mine and kiss her. I nip at her bottom lip hard enough to cause her to gasp. With her mouth opens, my tongue shoots into it, claiming the warmth there for its own. Willow tentatively caresses mine at first, but I demand a fight. She complies, and soon it’s war.
At her soft moan, my body comes back to life.
I move us. One minute she’s beside me, in the next I have her pinned beneath me, flat against the mattress. My hand snakes up around her neck, where I grab and apply pressure. Pulling away from her mouth as she gasps, I look down at Willow. The surprise and outrage in Willow’s eyes shifts. Her pupils widen again and her mouth pops open, her breathing comes in quick, short gasps. The smell of her arousal, already thick in the room, spikes. It does again when I tighten my hold around her neck. With my body pressed against Willow’s, I feel her shudder.
I swallow back my annoyance as it rages with my desire. Slowly, I lower my face until our noses almost touch.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to throttle you,” I promise between clenched teeth. “Just like I’ve been fantasizing about since I first met you.”
I loosen my hold and Willow drags in a shaky breath. A smile spreads across her face, full of mischief and excitement.
“Do it,” she taunts. “Throttle me, Viktor. Maybe I’ll like it.”
Her answer surprises me. So much so that I throw back my head and laugh, before collapsing onto my side next to her.
“No! Get back here!” she cries out and then lets out a frustrated whine.
My laughter keeps up and shakes the bed, even as I turn, reach over, and pull Willow’s body up against mine. My hand splays across her stomach as Willow turns away from me with an angry huff. Her ass presses against my erection. I stifle a groan as I lean forward and whisper into her ear,
“You know that I can smell you, right?” My hand moves south towards the junction between her legs.
Willow shivers.
“Then you know I’ve wanted you since I woke up,” she whispers.
My hand slides between her legs where I find her slick with her arousal. There’s so much. It drips over my digits as I slide two fingers through her folds before teasing her swollen clit. Breathing deeply, I take in that delicious scent, knowing that I’ll never get enough of it. Willow shifts her legs so that I have better access to her core. Wasting no more time, I slip into her. It’s so warm, tight, and inviting. Willow’s breathing increases as I pump my fingers in and out of her. The wet sound that comes with the motion causes me to grow harder.
“Soiel Ywab,you know I can’t resist you.” I murmur into her ear. “Causing you to squirm and pout, however, I most certainly can and will do often. You always keep me off-kilter, it’s nice knowing I can do the same to you.”
I insert a third finger as she lets out a deep moan. Her back arches. When my thumb teases her clit Willow cries out,
“Viktor, honey, no more games.” Three short pants and she adds, “I need you.”
I close my eyes at the huskiness of her voice and the sincerity in her words. They’re my undoing. With a growl I mutter,
“Think I can fuck you out of your funk?”
“Worth a try.”
Grinning, I withdraw my hand from between her legs, only to grab her top thigh and pull it backwards over mine. As my fingers dig into her skin, my hips jerk forward so that my erection presses against her hot, wet core from behind. Her arousal drips over the head of my erection and I shiver, the anticipation of sinking into her body is nearly overwhelming. Gritting my teeth, I tease us both by pressing harder against her but not enough to sink all the way in.