Page 118 of Scream
I want to fly.
I want toburn.
"I love the way my husband touches me - oh, God! I can't! I'm so full!"
"C'mon baby, we've had this talk before. Yeah, you can. You're our good girl. Our sweet, naughty, perfect girl," Savage praises. "Goddammit, Maks, I can feel you. She's so fucking tight like this. Fuck..."
"Don't stop, Parker. Don't stop talking. I'm gonna-" I cry out when Maksim is deep, deep inside and he growls, his hand moving to my stomach, my hip, where he grabs the skin there roughly, peppering kisses along the column of my throat.
"My beautiful, slutty little wife, look at you. Did you already make a mess for us to clean?"
"I can't help it," I moan, almost ashamed, but Parker kisses my sweaty temple, murmuring that it's okay. "Please don't stop fucking me." I want to be overwhelmed. Smothered by them. I want every touch against my skin to only ever be associated with them. "Take it away," I demand.
And they do.
They alternate between kissing me, praising me, touching me, licking me, biting me, pounding into me. Every spark ignites a fire rising within me, lighting me up until I know what it's like to be Icarus, as I go up, up, up in flames, crashing back down to earth with my devil... and my favorite sin.
"They bathe me. They dry me off. They dress me. They change the sheets. They tuck me back into bed and climb in with me, holding me like I'm the most precious thing they've ever held in their hands. Any time I have a nightmare, this entire cycle repeats. Four days of this."
I look out of the stained glass window again, loving the way the sun makes it cast the colors onto the floor of Damon's office. I can hear him scribbling down in the pink notebook he has for me. I only look up when he stops. "Not going to say anything?"
I can see he's trying hard not to smile at my impatience and remain professional. He does a great job of being able to compartmentalize being my friend and being my doctor, keeping them separate from the other. "And how are your nightmares?"
I blush and slink down in the cozy chaise, coy smile on my face. "I faked one."
Silver eyes blink at me. "An orgasm?"
"Anightmare," I admit, the tops of my cheeks heating further.
This makes him laugh, and he rubs at his forehead with the back of his thumb. "Why?"
"I'd never fake an orgasm. I'd rather boo loudly at them than fake an orgasm. Trust me, doctor, the last thing they need is a bigger ego. Buggers can be right bullies when they- oh, you meant the nightmare."
"Why fakethenightmarewhen you can simply ask them to give it to you?"
How do I put it in words so that he doesn't throw me into Lorne Wood? "Because... I..." I sigh. "Because sometimesI like itwhen they take it from me, but they're so...tenderabout it. Like they're taking extra care of me. Is that manipulative?"
"Yes," he replies, maintaining eye contact.
"Oh..." I blow out a big breath, making my swoopy bangs move and then curtain forward like they’ve been trained to do so. "Drat."
"You're allowed to ask them to go slow. To be tender or gentle with you."
"Does... Raven… ask for that?"
"Sabrina." He warns with a cocked brow.
"Ugh, yes, I know, you can't discuss your ‘personal matters’ within the confines of this office." I roll my eyes, then sit forward. "Which is why we should be meeting for lunch instead. Just keep it between us girls." I waggle my brows and gesture between the two of us with my index finger.
"Sabrina."
I throw up my hands, sit back in my seat in defeat, and sigh loudly again. "Ergh, fine,okay. I don't know how to ask for it without it sounding like I'm asking him tomake loveto me."
"And do you feel as though you do not love your husband yet?"
Yet. Also, I hate that he knows I'm talking about Maksim. I don't have to ask Parker to go slower, because that man seems to be in tune with my body like it's his own. The man fucks me with abandon, until we’re both panting each other’s names, and then lays me down and is so gentle, like he’s just very happy to be included in our extra curriculars.
I look away, because looking into Damon's eyes is like looking straight into a polygraph test, and I'll be damned if the first time I admit out loud that I've fallen in love with my big bad husband is to my bestfriend's live-in boyfriend. Future Baby Daddy. Fiancé? "When are you asking Raven to marry you? I know a great jeweler in the city."
