Chapter 10 #3
“Baby girl, when it comes to you and your safety, I’m dead serious,” I say, kissing her again before sitting on the bed. Syvannah removes the rest of her clothes and straddles my lap. “I’m yours, baby girl.”
Syvannah presses her lips to mine, grinding against my growing erection. She gently nudges me back, and I tumble, causing the covers to flutter around us. Peanut darts for the chair in the corner, giving us an evil eye. I’m a big guy in more ways than one, and I’m pushing the limits on this bed.
Syvannah releases the kiss and gradually kisses her way down my chest, paying close attention to each of my nipples, biting and sucking them into her mouth. Fuck, my body is on fire. She slips lower until her hot breath strokes across my boxers.
“Can I remove these?” Syvannah asks.
I place my hands behind my head. “My body is yours.”
She carefully removes my boxers and tosses them onto the floor. She explores me slowly, carefully, and curiously, and my control starts to fracture.
“Syv. Fuck.” Lost in the intensity of her mouth and hands, I grip the back of her head, and she freezes. Shit. Fuck. I release her head from my grip and gaze down at her. “Shit. I’m sorry. Are you ok?”
Syvannah nods her head, but won’t look me in the eyes. Fuck. I’m such an idiot. “Syv, come here.” I sit up, dragging her with me. “Are you really ok?”
She straddles my lap, burying her face in my chest. “I’m fine.”
“Then look at me, please.”
She lifts her head. Her golden eyes are confused and embarrassed, but no traces of fear. I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, Tiny.”
“Don’t you ever apologize for having triggers.” I kiss her slowly, tasting myself on her tongue.
“But…”
“No buts, Syvannah.” I lean her back, trying a different approach.
I kiss my way down her throat to her bare breasts, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
I lavish one nipple then the other with my tongue, wanting to head further south to the apex of her thighs, but Syvannah’s grip on my head stops me.
So I keep rolling the tight buds with my tongue and teeth, causing her to shiver and moan, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm.
“Oh, God.” Syvannah moans as my erection slides between her wet folds. She rubs herself up and down on my aching shaft, soaking us both.
“No God here, Syv. Only Ethan.” Not the Bastard. Not the Road Captain. Just me. I swear my eyes cross when the tip slides into her opening. “Shit. Are you sure?”
Syvannah opens her eyes, resting her hands on my shoulders, and raises her body slightly. “I’m more than sure, Ethan.”
She sinks onto me in one fluid motion, making us both groan. My body ignites, and we moan into each other’s mouths.
“You feel like heaven,” I say, kissing her. Syvannah’s heat wraps around me, and I swear I've died and gone to paradise. “Fuck, baby girl. I need you to move.”
Syvannah lifts herself up and slides down. She does this over and over until I can’t tell where she starts and where I stop. My spine catches fire.
“You feel incredible. I don’t want this to stop, Ethan.” Syvannah writhes on top of me, squeezing my shaft.
“Me either, Baby girl. But if you don’t come, my head is going to explode.”
Syvannah gyrates her hips in an up-and-down and back-and-forth motion, making my eyes cross. “I’m close, Ethan.”
I kiss her hard, holding her hips, and thrust into her as she comes down again. Rhythm takes over until there’s nothing left but heat and breath.
“Yes!” Syvannah shouts as her inner walls tighten, then flutter around me. “I’m coming, Ethan.”
“Fuck. I’m going to come.” I groan.
The world tilts and disappears beneath us. I cup Syvannah’s face and kiss her fiercely as I climax inside her. She responds with equal intensity until we’re both forced to catch our breath.
“Wow.” She states against my lips with a grin.
“Wow is right. I think I went to heaven.” I respond, flopping back on the bed. Syvannah follows, and I hold onto her tight, not wanting to let her go.
We remain wrapped in each other’s arms as my heart is filled with a new, unfamiliar emotion. I don’t question it at the moment, but I probably will later.
The room is dim except for the lamp’s fading light. Syvannah’s head rests against my chest, her fingers tracing the scars there. I can feel her heartbeat through my ribs. Steady. Alive.
She whispers, “You ever think we’ll stop running from the past?”
“Not sure we’re meant to.”
“Then what are we doing?”
“Trying to build something that doesn’t burn.” Even if the fire’s already at the door.
Her lips curve against my skin. “You think we can?”
“Yeah,” I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “If we stop doing it alone.”
Outside, the brothers’ laughter faintly drifts through the floorboards. Engines rumble somewhere in the background. It’s the sound of life refusing to die, even in a world shaped by loss. For once, I let myself believe in it.
Syvannah drifts off, her breath warm against my neck. I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, knowing that tomorrow will bring blood, war, and choices I can’t undo.
But right now, there’s this. Her heartbeat, her warmth, the calm before everything falls apart again. And for tonight, that’s enough.