“Fuck.” I press my forehead to hers. “I won’t last. Not with you spread wide like this.”
She winds her arms around my neck. “Then come, Sully. Fill me up. I want all of it.”
I kiss her again, harder this time. Her words seem to have awoken a beast in me, one that wants to claim this woman in every way that counts. Fuck, I want my cum in her cunt, her ass, her mouth; I want to rub it into her skin. I’m sick, but I can’t deny that need. It’s primal, instinctual.
“You’re mine.” I thrust harder.
She arches, her body opening to me even more.
“Mine, Petal. Say it.” I hit her deep, my hips pistoning into her.
“I’m yours, Sully.”
“All mine. No one will ever have this sweet cunt. Only me.”
She moans, the sound filling my ears. “Only you.”
“That’s right.” I kiss her throat, biting the skin at her neck and licking up to her ear. When I suck the spot right beneath it, she bucks, her hips working with me.
When she starts to grind on me, I know she’s close.
“Come for me, Petal. I need you to milk my cock. I’m going to feed your pussy every drop of my come.”
“Yes!” She digs her nails into my shoulders, her body surging against mine.
I’m wild now, my mind gone as I fuck my perfect Petal. Our bodies slap against each other, the sound echoing off the walls, and then I pin her deep and grind against her.
That’s when she lets go, her breath catching as she shakes. I take her mouth, swallowing her cries as my cock kicks and spills inside her. Every pleasurable sensation in my life is nothing compared to this. I come so hard I see stars, my body pumping into hers until I’m spent, my heart racing and my mind spinning.
She leans up and kisses my mouth softly. “That was amazing.”
I roll over to her side and pull her to me. There are no words. I can’t even begin to tell her what this means to me, what she means to me.
We lie there for a long time, just being with each other. We don’t have to speak. We said it all. I held nothing back. She’s it for me.
A scratching noise comes from the bathroom.
I turn toward it.
“Oh!” She sits up. “I think Orion must have gotten stuck in there when I shut the door. Silly thing likes to hide in the tub.”
“I’ll let him out.” I move to roll out of bed.
“You’ll do no such thing.” She kisses me hard on the mouth, then nips my bottom lip. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m in charge, remember?”
I smile up at her, my heart full. “Yes, ma’am.”
She stands and walks toward the bathroom door.
The rays of light from the high windows hit her back.
Something in me grinds to a halt.
“Petal.” I sit up and rub my fucking eyes.
“What?” She opens the bathroom door, and Orion slinks out.
I get out of bed and go to her, then put my hands on her shoulders so she can’t turn around.
“Oh.” She hangs her head. “You saw.”
My blood begins to heat, then boil, then turn into lava in my veins as I take in the scars that line her back in a criss-cross pattern. I only have one question, one fucking inquiry that will lead to someone’s death. “Who did this to you?”
20
ORCHID
Sully’s rough fingers trail across my back, tracing the lines. Sometimes I forget about them altogether. My father made sure to put them somewhere that no one would see. No one besides whoever my husband would be, at least. He wouldn’t want damaged goods. My face and pretty hair were always the thing he went on and on about. So my father couldn’t go putting scars there. That would ruin the façade.
He didn’t want others to know the real rage that simmered below the surface of who he really is. Everyone always thought my father was a prophet. A man that followed the law of God. I’d always wondered if he was actually the devil who fooled them all. Since I left the land, I have no doubt he is the latter.
Slowly I turn to face Sully. His face is a mixture of anger and something else I can’t place, but if I had to guess, it would be helplessness. There is no going back in time. The scars will always be there, the same as his.
“You’re asking me about mine, but you still haven’t told me about yours,” I point out. He opens his mouth to speak, but I lift my finger, pressing it to his lips to silence him. “I’ll tell you, Sully. I’d tell you anything you ask. I want you to know all of me. The good, the bad, every single thing.”
Sully’s hand wraps around my wrist. He kisses the tip of my finger before he lowers it. “I think our scars are a lot different, Petal. I knew what I was getting into when I got mine.”