I needed him on me.
Inside me.
Filling me completely.
“Please,” I repeated when he didn’t move.
He removed the last of his clothes and lowered.
Every nerve ending in my body hummed when his skin touched mine.
I needed him like I required oxygen to breathe. That kind of desire was dangerous, but I didn’t care. He filled a void inside me that had existed for far too long. He thought he was bad, but he was wrong. He healed every broken piece of me with each tender kiss.
I thought I couldn’t be saved.
But he proved me wrong.
In even the darkest moments of our lives, there’s always a beacon of light if we look hard enough.
That light was shining blindingly bright right now.
He cupped my cheek, smearing more paint against my skin, but now it wasn’t a game.
My fingers found the strands of his hair and I held on tight. “Kiss me.”
And he did. Oh God, how he kissed me—devoured me, was a more accurate description. I felt like I gave him a piece of my soul.
I let him have it all.
The good and the bad—he took it away.
His hands rested beside my head, smearing the paint.
He nipped at my jaw and then took my earlobe between his teeth. “I’m not going to fuck you, Sutton.”
“Y-you’re not?” I was shocked. I thought—
“No,” his breath ghosted along my hair, “I’m going to make love to you.”
My eyes closed and my body clenched in the most delicious way at his words. I’d never been ready for that before, but I was now, with him. He was the person I could give everything to.
“Yes,” my fingers curled into his hair further, “I want that. Please.”
He kissed down my neck and over my breasts. “This won’t be like the other times.”
“Oh, I know.” My back arched as his lips found my stomach.
“You’re going to give me everything.”
“Yes…everything,” I gasped as his lips made contact with my heated flesh. “Oh, God.”
I was coming undone and he’d barely done anything to me yet, but his words, knowing that this time would be unlike anything I’d ever experienced, had my body on the brink of explosion.
He paid careful attention to every surface of my body, making sure no spot was left bare from his touch and his kiss.
The paint swirled around us in a dizzying array of colors.
“Look at me.”