Chapter Twenty-three
W ide eyes watch me as I slide the belt through the loops on my pants and then undo the button, my cock aching and leaking precum into the front of my boxers. There’s so much I want to do, so much to learn but I need to slow down. There is time.
We have time.
I unbutton my shirt halfway and then rip it over my head, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes devour me, scanning every part of my torso on show for her.
“You have so many scars,” She whispers.
My hands freeze before I can strip out of my pants.
She looks at each one, the silver raised lines caused by anger and abuse, the reminders of a past I can never truly escape. The horror may be over, but the nightmares remain.
Not when I am with her though, they cease to exist when she is beside me.
She sits up, trying to get closer, “Lay down Savannah.”
“What are they from?”
From years of being weak. From years of letting people down.
“It isn’t important,” My tone is sharp, a slap that visibly makes her flinch.
Arms fold around herself as she lifts her eyes to mine, looking up at me from beneath her lashes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” She says quietly.
My shoulders soften and a sigh leaves me. Leaving my pants in place, I rejoin her on the mattress, grasping one of her wrists to bring her hand away from her body. She’s stiff at first but allows me to pull it and bring it to the scar on my left side, about halfway down my ribcage, “This one,” I tell her, “My father smashed a bottle and threw it at me. I managed to get out of the way, but it still caught me just here.”
The tips of her fingers trace the jagged line of the scar, “Your father?”
“This one,” I move her to the series of small round scars next to my naval, “He used me as an ashtray to stub out his cigarettes.”
She gasps, “Killian–”
“Here,” I move her hand to my hip, to the largest scar on my torso, “He kicked me repeatedly. So hard and so often he ripped my skin apart.”
Her hand has started to tremble trapped in mine.
“And here,” I move her hand to the round scar on my shoulder, “He carved out his initial with a switch blade. And I carved it right out.”
The same switch blade I carry around with me.
She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move save for the quaking of her body, “And when I no longer screamed, he turned his attention…” I cut myself off from saying Dean’s name, “Elsewhere.”
There are more scars littering my body, some from my life in the organization, bullet grazes and knife slashes that are hardly worth mentioning but I always remember which ones were caused by my father’s hand.
I lift my eyes to Savannah’s face, see the tears tracking down her cheeks, her wide, glazed eyes full of tears for me.
“Don’t cry for me, Savannah.”
I roll my thumb across her cheek and capture her sadness, but still they fall. But then she moves, quicker than I can counter and straddles my lap, her hands on my shoulders, attempting to push me down. I could fight her, push her off and have her beneath me in a second but instead I let her think she is winning. My spine hits the mattress while her legs stretch over my hips, her pussy pressing down on my hard cock.
She’s still crying though, her sorrow for me written all over her face. I want to wash it away, tell her that they’re what I deserve. If I gave my father what he wanted, Dean wouldn’t be suffering the same.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I selfishly take her empathy, the warmth of it a tonic to a poison that’s been in my system too long. Her fingers run over the scars as a warm tear lands on my abs and then she leans down and kisses each of them. Tenderly, like I am something to be worshipped. Her lips are warm and pillowy, the whisper of a butterfly wing against my skin.
“You didn’t deserve that,” She sniffles.
My heart stops inside my chest. “What did you just say?”
“You didn’t deserve it.” She repeats, firmer, “No one deserves it but especially you, Killian.”
My teeth snap together as pain crushes my chest, my lungs constricting.
Her eyes search my face, seeing things I don’t want her to see but she doesn’t recoil, she doesn’t run away. Instead, she leans down, and she cradles my face in her hands before her mouth presses to mine.
For a moment I am frozen, the feel of her warmth and her mouth attempting to chase away the chill. No one has ever said that. The guys, they know, but they’ve never said it. They’ve gotten angry, cursed and threatened, but never said that. Should I tell her that it was her brother who saved us? Picked us up when we had nothing and gave us everything. Stopped a trail of destruction before it even started, and now here I am fucking his sister.
His warm, kind sister with a heart of gold and a touch of bliss.
My mouth parts as her tongue tentatively seeks entrance, her kiss soft.
We are so different, she and I, oil and water. Water and flame.
I am not sure we can survive.
The remnants of her tears dampen my face, but I need this kiss. She is the air I am breathing into my lungs, the oxygen in my blood.
Pressing my hips up, I grind my cock into her pussy, her gasp on my tongue like honey. It probably says a lot about me being this damn desperate despite the heaviness that surrounds us.
“Take off my pants,” I order against her lips, “Now, Savannah.”
“Are you sure?” She hesitates.
“I’m a desperate man,” I grasp her wrists and force them to my hips, “And I am fucking starving for you. ”
Lifting herself off me, she pulls my pants down my legs, and I kick them the rest of the way off before I remove my boxers and grasp my cock, jerking myself once before I swipe the pad of my thumb over the precum seeping from the tip.
“Now, sit on it,” I order, “Come sit your pretty ass on my cock and ride me.”
Her lashes flutter and her lips part as she crawls back toward me, kicking her leg over my hips. My hands go to her waist immediately, holding her above my aching dick as she reaches beneath her to wrap her tiny hand around me and position it at her entrance.
“Slowly,” I order, “I want to feel it all.”
She nods as her breath stutters from her and then begins to lower, the head of my cock notching into her. Inch by inch, she lowers, penetrating herself on me. My teeth are locked together, muscles in my neck pulled tight as I hold onto what little restraint I have.
She moans the further she slides down, hips twitching as I continue to fill her, stretch her open to fit me. Finally, she sits, my cock notched so deep inside of her I can’t tell where I end, and she begins. My hands slide up her waist, to her breasts which I take into my hands, rolling my thumbs over her rosy peaked nipples.
I watch her body tremble, her abdominal muscles contract as she holds herself still, eyes half closed as she feels me, feels my hands and my dick twitching inside of her. And then she begins to move, a soft, sweet grind as she lifts and rolls her hips forward, my cock slipping halfway out before plunging back inside. My hands move with her, keeping her tits in my palms as she finds a rhythm, her thighs stretched over me, cunt swallowing my cock like her body was made for it.
“Fuckkkkkk,” I groan, “Harder, Savannah.”
She doesn’t get a chance to respond when my hands drop to her hips and I lift her off me, slamming her down as I thrust up. Her breasts bounce with the force and her hands land on my chest to keep herself supported. Fuck I need deeper. Harder.
Flipping us over, I grasp her legs and shove them up to my shoulders, bending her until I can support my weight on my hands and then I’m slamming into her, over and over, again and again. Our bodies pound together, skin slapping and slipping as I fill her up, thrusting into her hard and fast. Her nails bite into my arms where she clings to me, her legs tense on my shoulders.
She takes me so fucking well, yielding to me with every brutal thrust of my hips.
Her pussy spasms around my shaft, drenching me, a beautiful little wet patch developing under her ass, but I want more from her.
Getting to my knees, I place the backs of her legs against my chest and band an arm around them, lifting her ass off the mattress so I can keep rutting into her.
“Killian, fuck,” She cries, her head tipping back as she calls my name, “Killian, no wait– ”
But I don’t wait. With my other hand, I push down on her lower abdomen, forcing her to feel every last inch of me inside of her, forcing her body to accept what I feel is about to happen.
“Relax, baby,” I rasp through gritted teeth, “Let it go.”
“I can’t,” She whimpers, eyes squeezed closed as she squirms beneath me.
“Shh,” I hush, pulling my hips back slowly and watch as I pull out of her. My cock is drenched, her pussy throbbing. I push back in slowly, “Relax.”
Her moan is so pretty, like fucking music as I gently work her through it.
“It feels – I feel –” She whimpers when I thrust harder and pull back slow.
“Let it go,” I repeat, “Come on baby, show me how much you’re mine. Give me what I want.”
Adjusting my hips a little, I force the head of my cock to grind on her sweet spot, the entire time I keep the pressure on her abdomen. She thrashes under me, but there is no escape.
Upping the pace, I make sure to hit that spot with each thrust until she simply cannot take it anymore.
“Yes, god, yes,” she screams, fingers clawing at the sheets and then it fucking happens. She cries out as a gush of liquid drenches us both, her pussy spasming and contracting around my shaft. The wet spot grows, a puddle beneath her ass as she comes hard and fast .
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, “That’s it.”
Her pussy grips me impossibly tight, clamping on my cock as I chase my own release.
I feel it zip down my spine, drawing my balls up tight and my thrusts turn jerky, and when it finally hits, I pause, muscles tightening as I empty myself into her, filling her up as her pussy continues to drain me of every last drop.
Spent and breathless, I drop her legs and lay myself over her, slamming my mouth on hers before I growl against her lips, “So fucking perfect and so fucking mine.”