26. The Final Surrender
Twenty Six
The Final Surrender
K ate pressed forward, pinning Gina against the wall, never breaking the kiss, breathing her in with ragged, frantic breaths. She wanted her; she wanted her so much it was unbearable.
“I’m not disgusted,” she whispered into the corner of Gina’s mouth. “I’m melting. I’m completely melting for you and I can’ help it.” Then, she kissed her again, harder, hungrier.
Gina’s hands tightened around Kate’s waist and back, pulling her in so sharply their bodies collided, one against the other.
Kate let out a moan at the contact, and her hands slid from Gina’s face down to her chest, pressing gently there over the bandage.
Gina tensed, but Kate did not flinch. She touched her as if touching something sacred. Her index fingers grazed the exposed skin, tracing the contours of Gina’s breasts with a tenderness that made her sigh slowly and deeply.
Gina sought Kate’s eyes, fearing she would see rejection in her gaze.
But rejection was not in Kate’s plans this time; she leaned in and placed a slow, reverent kiss in the hollow of Gina’s throat.
“I want to see you,” Kate said softly against her flesh. “The real you.”
Gina choked on a sound that was half-sob, half-desire.
Kate lifted her head, looking up at her with tear-bright eyes.
“This is you,” she added, “All of you. And I want you.”
Gina’s knees nearly buckled.
Kate leaned in and kissed her with intensity.
There was no hesitation between them this time. No obstacles, no barriers. Nor anyone to say no—to say that this was wrong.
Just the two of them, and the immense desire to feel each other.
Gina’s hands moved up instinctively, sliding into Kate’s hair, the kiss turning messy, breathless, unrestrained.
Kate moaned into her mouth, arching her entire body in a frenzy of desire that knew no bounds.
And their mouths devoured one another, parting for barely an instant to catch their breath, then devouring each other once more. Kate’s breath—warm against Gina’s cheek—whispered her name between kisses, like a confession she had been holding back for far too long.
“Gina… hmm, Gina…”
No man’s name existed between the two of them now. No disguise. No fear.
Just her. Just them. Just Gina and Kate.
Kate’s entire body pressed against hers, pushing her even harder against the wall, while one of her legs instinctively slid between Gina’s. The contact drew a trembling intake of breath from both her lungs.
Gina didn’t hesitate; she grabbed Kate’s button and lifted her slightly against herself, making her pant against her mouth.
Kate’s fingers then slid above the fabric of the binding covering her breasts with a slight hesitation, as if she couldn’t decide whether to merely touch it or tear the cloth away once and for all.
She broke the kiss then. And their gazes locked instantly, pleading for more as they breathed heavily.
“Will you let me?” she whispered, never taking her eyes off hers.
Gina caught her wrist gently.
“Just… let me,” Kate pleaded.
Gina let go of her hand, and Kate grazed the edge of the bandage with her fingertips, feeling how tight it was, how little it gave.
“This must be…,” she said in a low voice, slowly unwrapping her.
And as the fabric gave way, her own body temperature rose; excitement mingled with a tenderness she had not expected to feel at the sight of the skin being set free after having been imprisoned for so long. “How long have you been wearing this?”
“Always,” Gina admitted. “When I’m him.”
Kate gently touched the skin as it was being uncovered, following the reddened mark that the bandage had left behind. “Does it hurt?”
“Sometimes. I’m… used to it.”
Kate looked up to meet her eyes again. “You shouldn’t have to be.”
Gina said nothing, simply looked at her.
Kate continued slowly removing the bandage, freeing Gina from her constriction with gentleness, as if she feared she might hurt her if she tore it away too quickly.
Withdrawing each layer felt like stripping away a suit of iron armor, one that Gina had borne for so long that perhaps she no longer knew how to exist without it.
Kate sensed this in the suppressed trembling of her breath, in the stiffness of her shoulders that simply wouldn’t relax, in the way her eyes filled with tears with every turn of the fabric that left her breasts increasingly exposed.
She was acutely aware of Gina’s fixed gaze upon her; she could feel her vulnerability as the final layer gave way beneath her hands. The binding loosened, and Gina’s chest instantly expanded, allowing her to finally take a deep, full breath. The last strip of fabric slid away and fell to the floor.
And her breasts—firm and rounded—were laid bare before Kate’s eyes.
What Kate saw before her now, so close and so real, left her completely speechless.
Gina’s breasts were marked red from the constriction, the skin bearing the imprint of fabric that had held her bound all day.
But they were also so beautiful, perfect in a way that made Kate’s mouth water easily and fast. Small breasts but not tiny, firm and round, and strong nipples already hard and peaked with arousal.
Kate couldn’t look away, couldn’t think past the overwhelming need to touch, to taste, to worship what had been hidden for so long.
She was aware of Gina watching her face, could sense her holding her breath, waiting, perhaps, for condemnation. Gina would be expecting disgust, maybe, or pity, or the sort of curiosity that would make her feel like something aberrant to be analyzed rather than someone beautiful to be cherished.
But Kate’s expression held none of those things.
Instead, her lips parted with want. Her eyes widened and softened with wonder, admiration…
and a raw, undisguised desire. Her gaze traveled slowly, reverently, taking in the beauty of her—the gentle curves, the marks left by the binding, the vulnerable reality of Gina’s body freed from its masculine attire.
“You’re beautiful,” Kate said. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Gina chuckled softly at hearing Kate curse for a second time in a day. “Kate—”
“It’s true.” Kate confessed, slowly raising one of her hands, stopping a breath away from Gina’s skin, without truly touching it. “You’re beautiful. Do you see? Not despite this. Not in spite of anything. Just… beautiful.”
Her fingertips finally made contact, the lightest touch against Gina’s collarbone, then trailing lower with reverent slowness. She traced a path down, her finger drawing a full circle around Gina’s right nipple without quite touching it, just teasing around it.
Gina held her breath, unable to move—unable to do anything other than simply let herself be touched.
And when Kate’s palm finally cupped the curve of her breast and squeezed it gently, they both inhaled sharply at the same time. The sensation of it in her hand, the warmth, the realness—it overwhelmed Kate’s senses in a way that words failed to describe.
Gina covered Kate’s hand with her own, pressing it more firmly against herself, desperate to feel more pressure, more contact.
A tear rolled rebelliously down her cheek.
“I thought—I was so afraid—”
Kate’s other hand mirrored the first, cradling both breasts at once, squeezing gently, feeling her moan with pleasure at her touch.
“Afraid of what? …that I might be repulsed by this?” Kate shook her head.
“Gina, I…”—her voice broke at the intensity of what she felt.
“I have never desired anything… more than I desire this. More than I desire you.”
She said no more, simply because there was nothing left to say.
Words felt insufficient, inadequate for what was building inside her.
Instead, she proved it, leaning in completely as her gaze descended from Gina’s eyes to her lips, then lower still.
Her thumb brushed across one sensitive peak, drawing a soft moan from her and causing her to arch her back involuntarily, offering herself to her completely.
Kate took a deep breath at her response—at the sight of Gina so open, so vulnerable, and so hers.
Her hands tightened their hold, possessive and gentle at once. She bit down softly on Gina’s neck, feeling the pulse point jump beneath her teeth.
“Do you know that I am yours?” she breathed against the reddened skin. “I’m yours, Gina. All yours.”
And little by little, she descended along her neck, kissing every inch of her skin, taking her time despite the urgency vibrating through her veins. Upon reaching the curve of Gina’s breast, she paused, and her breath grazed her sensitive skin, making Gina shudder all over.
“Kate,” Gina whimpered, her hand coming up to thread through Kate’s hair. “Please—”
Looking up, Kate met Gina’s eyes—dark with desire, glazed with need—and held her gaze as she lowered her mouth. Her tongue touched the nipple first, a brief caress that caused Gina’s lips to part slightly, letting the air escape slowly.
Kate took the nipple fully then, her mouth closing around it, tongue circling while she sucked. She could hear Gina’s ragged breath above her, encouraging her to keep going, and with it, she set the rhythm of her sucking.
She was learning. Instinct had taken complete hold of her now. For she didn’t know exactly what she was doing, not really. Only that she needed to claim this, claim her, to taste her, to make her gasp, to kindle these marvelous sensations. Finally and irreversibly.
Gina closed her eyes and let out a little cry—a sound that escaped her throat involuntarily.
Her back arched, lifting away from the wall as she pressed her chest even more firmly against Kate’s mouth, chasing the sensation that was consuming her completely.
The warmth of that mouth suckling at her breast, the moisture of that tongue tracing circles in a caress, the soft graze of those teeth nibbling at her…
it all sent electric shocks coursing through her body, straight down to her core, where she was already throbbing with need, growing wetter by the second.