Raze (Scarred Souls 1)

Kisa’s hands stroked over every inch of my back, my taut arms, my neck, traps, and through my hair. Her touch almost undid me, and as I looked down at her, everything seemed to slot into place. This was my woman, my Kisa-Anna, the other half of my soul.

Lowering myself until I was propped on my elbows, I ran my nose up her cheek inhaling her scent and moved down into her hair, my mouth stopping at her ear.

“I remember taking you here on this beach. I remember it being our first time. We were kids, maybe teens? I don’t know. But I sneaked you out of your house and brought you here, to our cove. We kissed, and it turned into more… Then you asked if you could have me…” Kisa’s face was drowning in tears, and I tipped my head to the side, wiping her cheeks with my hand. “And I said yes.”

“Raze,” she cried, and her breath hitched.

Feeling like something wasn’t right, I froze.

Kisa’s expression changed from happy to worried. “Raze? What’s wrong?”

As she spoke my name, I knew that was it.

Raze… Raze, Raze, Raze…

Kisa’s hand raked through my hair. “Raze,” she murmured again, and I suddenly gripped her wrists, keeping her still, her blue eyes widening in shock. “Raze, what—”

“No!” I said through gritted teeth. “Don’t call me that!”

Kisa’s face lost color. “Why?”

Why?

Why?

“Be-because it’s not my name. I’m not prisoner 818. I’m not… I’m not Raze…” My chest constricted like I couldn’t breathe, and I let go of Kisa’s wrist to rub at my sternum.

“Ra—” Kisa stopped herself and stilled my hand with her own, then brought it to her lips to kiss. “Why were you called that?”

I stared toward the sea and my eyes lost focus, too lost in the memory. “The better I got at fighting”—I huffed a humorless laugh—“at killing, I couldn’t be stopped. I just got better and better, and the bigger and faster the opponent they brought to face me, the more vicious I became. With the blades on my knuckledusters, I’m unstoppable. The guards joked that I’d raze my opponents. Word spread and then the warden forced the tattoo on my back to please the crowd, who would chant it as I entered the cage.”

I blinked until my vision slipped back in place. Then I looked to my Kisa again. “So hearing that word doesn’t sound right from your lips. You don’t treat me like the guards did, like those men did.”

“No, and I never will… You’ve been wronged, but no more, baby.”

Folding my arms above Kisa’s head, keeping her close, I said, “I want you to call me by my name… my real name.”

Kisa’s expression finally changed from worry to understanding, and with tears once again filling her eyes, she nodded.

“You… you want me to call you… Luka,” she whispered knowingly, and hearing that name slip from her lips as I held her in my arms just about undid me.

My cock hardened even more, but it wasn’t enough.

“Say it again,” I demanded roughly, and Kisa swallowed hard, her legs widening, her thighs tightening around my waist, and she drew my cock in toward her pussy.

As my tip pushed through the entrance, Kisa’s hands wrapped around my neck and she lowered my ear to her mouth. Both of us groaning, I sank in my dick inch by inch.

Kisa stilled me with a squeeze of her thighs. Her warm breath blew past my ear. “Luka,” she moaned, “make love to me… my Luka.”

Like a door had been opened, I roared out loud and used all my strength to push forward, slamming into Kisa until I filled her completely, until she screamed my name. Luka. Until she screamed it over and over again.

Luka, Luka, Luka…

This time as I made her mine, there was no thinking, just feeling. For the first time ever I was actually feeling things. My throat choking with the amount of things I was feeling. I’d blocked out everything for so long, been numb for so long, that I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I focused on being inside my woman, on the moans and whimpers pouring from her mouth as I pressed against her swollen clit, as my cock brushed against that spot inside her that made her go crazy.

Her hard nipples brushed against my damp chest, and every time I pushed forward, Kisa gasped at the friction, at the feeling of my dick filling her, telling her who she belonged to.

“Luka, my Luka,” she moaned into my ear, and every syllable from her mouth drove me further and further, made my hips thrust faster and faster. “You came back to me…”

“Kisa,” I said in a tight voice, feeling my balls tighten almost to the point of pain. “I’m going to come, solnyshko…”

Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and her breathing stuttered. “Close… so close, Luka… Fuck me harder… harder, Luka, harder!”

With every bit of strength I had and with all the power I could draw into my thighs, I rammed forward, my skin slapping against Kisa’s pussy, the sound of us joined together like this pushing me over the edge.

My dick swelled, my mouth gaped, and hearing Kisa shrill out her orgasm, I reached forward and sank my hands in the warm sand beneath Kisa’s head and filled her with my cum as her cunt strangled my dick.

My forehead fell on Kisa’s mussed up hair.

I was catching my breath, minute by minute, trying to cope with this new beat to my heart, when Kisa whispered, “I love you, Luka. In all these years without you, I never stopped.”