Beauty in the Ashes

“And I’ve never had sex in a public place,” she nipped on my earlobe, “I’m liking what you’re thinking.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” I murmured, pulling her shirt off. I wanted her naked, like now.

We wasted no time undressing each other and when I sank inside her it was like coming home.

We were opposites in every way.

She was the Beauty to my Beast.

But somehow, together, we completed each other—each filling that desperate, aching, hole of loneliness left behind from trauma.

I knew that someone like Sutton, with a genuine heart, wouldn’t be with a guy like me if she didn’t have her own demons. I knew they ran deeper than the burn on her arm. She might never tell me, and that was okay, because I’d gladly take the now that I had with her. It wouldn’t last forever. People come and go from our lives all to often. I had nothing to offer her. She’d get sick of me and my addictions and leave eventually.

“Cael? Cael? Caelan?”

Her hand reached up to brush my cheek, forcing my gaze to hers. “Where’d you go?” She breathed.

Thrusting into her, I buried my head in her neck, and whispered, “I don’t know.”

“Harder,” she pleaded, pulling on my hair.

I couldn’t help smiling against her neck.

I grasped her hips in my hands and used it as leverage. Her mouth fell open and the moan that escaped her did crazy things to me. Sex had always just been sex to me. Nothing more. But with Sutton I found myself in tune to her likes and dislikes, noting the way her body responded to me. I wanted to please her and I’d never cared about a woman’s pleasure before—only taking what I wanted and needed.

“Do you like it when I fuck you? Do you like having my cock inside you? Tell me you like it, Sutton. Tell me,” I grasped her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me.

“I fucking love it,” she breathed, raking her nails over my back.

Our mouths sealed together and she moaned against me. Her neck arched and my hand found the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

She grasped my biceps, her tongue twining with mine.

We were both mad with pleasure.

Her body pulsed around me and a groan tore from my throat. No one had ever felt as good as Sutton. It was like she was made for me. With most women, once was enough. Sometimes I did go back for seconds. But with Sutton, I knew I’d never get tired of feeling and hearing her.

Her nails scratched against my back once more and I knew they’d leave a mark. I wasn’t blind to what she was doing. She wanted to make me hers, so that others, like Monique, would stay away. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I wasn’t asking her to stop. I didn’t want to be her boyfriend any more than I believed that she wanted to be my girlfriend, but I didn’t want to see her with anyone else either. That probably made me a sick bastard, but I didn’t care. For the last five years I’d taken what I wanted and not cared what kind of damage it caused, and now, I wanted Sutton more than anything else. I was more addicted to her than anything else. Dangerous? Yes. Unavoidable? Yes. Potentially explosive? Definitely.

Together we were a fire that couldn’t be contained, but once we were extinguished we’d never be the same.

She pushed me onto my back, straddling me. Sutton liked to be in control even more than I did.

“Stop thinking,” she lowered, her hair creating a shield around us, “just feel.”

Feeling with Sutton was hard. I was scared of what she stirred in me.

She rolled her hips against me and finally all thoughts flew out the window.

She raked her hands down my chest, and then placed small kisses to soothe the sting.

I took her breasts in my hands, kneading the fullness. God, she was perfect.

“Mhmm, that feels good,” she moaned when my thumbs brushed against her nipples, so I did it again. Her back arched as her breaths quickened. Her core clenched around me and I knew she was coming. “Oh, fuck! Caelan!”

I loved it a bit too much when she said my name, but when she screamed it like it was a fucking prayer? I completely and utterly lost it.

“Caelan,” she panted my name, coming down from her high. “Oh my God.”