Page 88 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“More than anything. I’d forgotten what it meant to feel happy until I came here.” She flushes, her skin tinged an innocent shade of pink. “You all reminded me.”

Slipping my fingers into her long tresses, I massage her scalp, surveying every lump and bump of her skull. I want to memorise it all. Every inch. She is the only woman that has ever meant a damn thing to me.

A contented sigh escapes her full pink lips. Willow unconsciously leans into my touch, her hand stroking up and down my arm, pulling me even closer. She can’t fight against it.

“I want you too,” she reveals. “That’s the truth.”

My entire world ends with those words. Reality breaks. My lungs seize. The cabin narrows into a snapshot, until it’s just the two of us and nothing else even exists. Despite our fractious relationship—she does want me.

Willow eases the wet towel from around her shoulders, letting the crackle of flames light her bare skin. She sweeps her hair aside, exposing the wet tank top clinging to her curves and leaving everything on display.

I can see her nipples through it, pebbled into sharp points. Sweet Lord. She’s so fucking perfect, and the best part is, she doesn’t realise it. Willow isn’t like those women who try too hard. Her otherworldly beauty is effortless.

“I need to touch you.”

“Please,” she says softly. “I trust you.”

“Good.”

Her lips are glistening and begging to be demolished. I slide an arm around her curvaceous waist, tugging her forwards until she lands in my lap. Straddling my body, she looks like a damn queen taking exactly what she wants.

I hold her to my chest, her generous tits swelling against my pectorals. The tantalising promise of body heat and sweet strawberry scent is fucking mesmerising. If I wasn’t hard before, I sure as fuck am now.

Shifting on my lap, her eyes widen as she feels just how ready I am to be buried deep inside of her pussy. Lips parted with anticipation, Willow lets her eyes slide shut as she slants her mouth against mine.

The briefest ghost of a kiss is like a lightning bolt hitting me straight in the chest and defibrillating my dying heart. It crumbles the restraints containing the animal within me. My tongue pushes past her lips, demanding more of her obedience.

She begins to grind against me without realising. Hell, she tastes incredible. I palm the back of her head, deepening the kiss until our tongues are fighting a violent battle.

Every time she shifts against me, following a silent rhythm, my cock pulsates with need. I’ve stroked my length countless times while imagining the golden slopes of her body, but the real thing is infinitely better.

Peppering kisses down the slope of her throat, I slide my fingers under the hem of her tank top, stroking the soft swell of her belly. She gasps when I bring my lips back to hers, stealing another blistering kiss as I lift her from my lap.

“On your back,” I command.

Showing her nerves, Willow bites her lip but obeys my order, laying down in front of the fire. I grab a handful of my own rain-soaked t-shirt and rip it over my head.

Her eyes race over my chest, taking in the curls of light blonde hair and chiselled lines. I keep in good shape, more through the demands of work than on purpose. Her smile is full of anticipation and a brief glimmer of fear.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me. I would never dream of hurting you.”

“I know that,” she replies.

Nudging her jean-clad legs open, she lets me kneel between them. I loom over her body, all splayed out and breathless, kissing her lips again to reassure her.

Whatever she’s been through, it’s left her afraid. Regardless of what happened between her and Zach on the night of the storm, I still have to tread carefully. I’ve seen her get triggered and it’s a harrowing ordeal.

Slowly peeling the tank top off her, I kiss the slightly rounded slope of her stomach and every inch of skin that’s revealed. She isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples are hardened into perfect rosy buds.

Massaging her generous mounds, I take a stiffened peak between my fingertips. Pinching lightly to taunt her, Willow squirms on the rug, silently pleading with me for more. She’s so receptive to my touch.

When I take her pink nipple into my mouth and suck, her legs squeeze on either side of me. A fine tremble is running over her with each flick of my tongue.

“God, Willow. I can’t wait to fuck you raw.”

In an instant, everything changes. She bolts upright, almost knocking me off her. Chest rising and falling in a panicked beat, a fine tremble runs over her frame.

“What is it?” I falter.

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