My back arched, feeling the familiar twinge of pleasure inside my core. From a flicker to flame, my desire flared, until finally…I fell.
I fell fast, hard, and in the arms of a man who managed to save my soul from a hell I never would have been able to conquer on my own. Pleasure consumed me, and it spread to every bone in my body until it snapped like a tight rubber band, forcing a climax to ripple through me one intense wave at a time.
“Jesus,” Ink muttered between heavy breaths, nestling his face in the crook of my neck. His warm breaths coated my skin as the deep, husky groans of pure pleasure rolled from his lips.
The muscles of his back worked and tensed as he thrust into me, steadying himself on his arms. The warm, smooth skin of his stomach, his hips, every curve of his hard body felt exquisite against mine. This was the most powerful moment I had ever experienced. It was stronger than the past, taming the memories and smothering the pain.
I closed my eyes when I felt his cock twitch. The groans of pleasure that slipped from his lips lapped against the skin of my neck as he came. There was nothing wicked about his grunts of ecstasy, nothing malicious about him finding his release inside me. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn. It felt good. It felt right. And when I opened my eyes again, I realized it was gone. The voices were gone. My demons silenced as my body soared.
It was because of him—the man who rescued and slayed me at the same. Damn. Time.
16
Ink
There were no words.I wouldn’t have been able to describe it even if I tried. Years of dreaming, wondering what it would feel like to be with her didn’t come close to the real thing. This woman, this angel, she was everything. She was goddamn everything and more.
Her every breath, every kiss, every touch, every movement were my new addiction, one I’d overdose on every fucking chance I got. And her strength? Jesus, her strength. After what she’d been through, I was sure she would never let a man close to her body again. But she did, and the honor was all mine.
For a moment, I lost her—a few seconds when the memories tore her from my grasp. But I refused to let go, pulling her back to me. Now that I had her, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d let her go or allow anyone to take her from me.
Kissing her slowly, savoring her taste, I tried my best to pour every emotion I didn’t have words for into that moment.
Her tears had dried up, her rapid heartbeat had slowed, and her cheeks were a vibrant pink.
“You’re beautiful.”
She smiled. “You make me beautiful.”
Like a punch to the gut, her words slammed against my chest. A fucking arrow right through my heart.
I tucked a few strands of her violet hair behind her ear. “I’ll take that compliment.”
Pulling my cock out of her, I winced, thinking I was about ready to plunge back into her and maybe set up a tent and just fucking stay there forever.
“I’ll be right back.” I got up and didn’t even bother to cover myself. Halfway to the bathroom, I heard her snicker. “What?”
“Are you telling me that your entire body is covered in tats…except your ass?”
I glanced to the side, trying to check out my butt when I shot her a cocky grin. “Woman, some things are just perfect in their natural state. You don’t fuck with perfection.”
She rolled her pretty whiskey eyes. “I see your ego is still intact.”
“Of course.”
I grabbed a towel and ran some hot water on it before walking back to bed.
Neon lifted a brow and crinkled her nose. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking care of you. Now, lie on your side.”
It was hard not to notice the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she hesitantly turned on her left side. “You know I can clean myself? This ain’tFifty Shades.”
“I know.” I slipped the wet towel between her legs, gently cleaning her. “But you’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“Did you do this for the others?” Her voice was soft—too soft—burdened with insecurities.
“No. Never.” And it was the God’s honest truth. I wasn’t proud of my past, proud of my manwhore shenanigans, bedding women like new, clean sheets every second day. Hell, I wasn’t even the love ’em and leave ’em type because I sure as hell didn’t love them. But her—Neon, she was the one. She was the one woman who had the power to bring me to my fucking knees with a single bat of her pretty eyelashes.