She held his hands. “You don’t have to keep saying that.”
His gaze fell to her lips. “But I want to. I want to protect you.”
He caught her hands, walking her back until she was pressed against the wall. He held her against it, and she had nowhere to go. There was no point in fighting him, not that she wanted to.
“Do you know I think about our time together? Holding you, fucking you, being inside you. Not that first time. It doesn’t count.”
“Noah, none of it counts, not here.”
He held both of her hands above her head. Her heart raced even as her pussy grew slick. They were not kids anymore, couldn’t be. Not with everything they had been through. It was like a cloud hanging over them, constantly reminding them of what they had done. They had killed to survive, and they’d been used. For Skye, she knew it was hard to just go back as if it was all normal. It wasn’t. It was so far from being fucking normal, she hated it.
Her parents were worried about her, but she could only think of what they’d done.
“I want to kiss you.” He leaned in close so his breath fanned across her face. “I want to strip you naked, Skye. I want to see you in the light of day, and to drive my cock inside you.” She pressed her thighs together. “I want to taste your pussy, to feel it clench around my cock as I take you. There’s so much I want to do to you, and you know what scares me?”
She shook her head.
His lips trailed to her ear. “If you tell me no, I don’t know if I can stop.” She closed her eyes. “They have fucked with me, with who I am.”
“Then don’t,” she said. She licked her dry lips. “Don’t stop.”
He pressed his body against hers. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I know that if you touch me, if you keep on going, I won’t want you to stop.”
“Skye, I raped you.”
“And I want you to fuck me now.” The words felt weird falling from her lips, but now that she said them, she knew she wanted it. For two weeks, she’d been away from him, their parents keeping them apart, and it didn’t help her sleep.
Noah released her hands, but his were all over her body. He pulled off her jacket, and she attacked his shirt, needing it off him, to touch him all over. To know that he belonged to her.
The moment he had her shirt off and her bra opened, she heard him groan. “I’ve missed these.”
He pressed her tits together, his tongue stroking over each hardened nipple. The pleasure went straight to her pussy.
Dropping her head back, she gave herself over to him, wanting him to take her, to fuck her. She craved his touch so damn much that it scared her.
He let go of her tits but only long enough to go to the button of her jeans. He slid it open, and she wriggled out of the fabric until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside and wrapped her arms around him. Scoring her nails down his naked back, she gripped the buckle of his belt, opening it up.
In the back of her mind, the memory of her being forced to take his cock, to choke on it, reared its ugly head, but she ignored it.
Pushing it aside, she focused on the man in front of her. The man who owned her, who called to her in every single way that counted and then some more.
“You drive me crazy,” he said.
He moved her out of the way, and within seconds he was naked. His cock stood out, the tip already slick with pre-cum. He wrapped his fingers around the length, working it up and down. She watched him, mesmerized.
Sinking to her knees before him, she didn’t want to be afraid of this.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m clean. I’ve been tested for everything.”
“So am I.”
“I want to do this with you.” She took hold of his cock, staring up at him.
This is Noah.