Scarred Regrets (Bellandi Crime Syndicate 5)

His moan echoed mine the moment my breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples pebbling in response to the friction of his skin on mine. They rubbed against him with every grind of my hips, our motions mimicking sex itself even if he couldn’t yet be inside of me.

The warmth of his mouth touched my neck, his tongue teasing the skin and tasting it cautiously. When I moaned my response, he continued his path down to my breast. One of his hands raised, capturing my hair in a harsh grip and yanking me until my back arched for him. His lips covered my nipple, catching it in the wet heat of his mouth and teasing it with his teeth.

His ragged groan felt torn from the pits of Hell, an unleashing of some kind of beast that had never seen the light of day. He took the weight of my breast in his hand, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could manage.

My orgasm came suddenly, shoving me over the edge into something that turned my vision white and left me collapsing against him. Scar shuddered beneath me and released my hair, that one hand continuing to guide my hips to move when I lost all semblance of reality, until my body stopped convulsing with the force of my climax.

When I lifted my head, he smiled up at me, shifting my weight so that I would be more comfortable as I cuddled into his chest. He was still hard between my legs, still pulsing with his own desire.

I reached between our bodies, stroking him with my hand before he stopped me with a warm smile. “This was never about me, cuore mio. This was about you remembering how good your body can feel.”

He guided my hand away, letting me rest on him for a few moments of peace. “Up you get,” he ordered finally, lifting me from his lap and standing smoothly. He deposited me on the floor on my feet, moving to the closet where my clothes from my apartment had been put away.

“What are you doing?” I asked, when he returned with a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra.

“Showing you how to work your body and make it hurt in a healthy way,” he said, helping me into the new clothes.

I thought I’d known what it was to be tired before. I knew nothing in comparison to what Scar was about to put me through.