A squeeze on my hip.
Fingertips grazing up my bare stomach.
Hands finding my breasts.
The sensations are almost too much as my body responds to his every move.
He removes his lips from mine, kissing down my jaw until he reaches my ear.
“I want you naked now.”
“Always so demanding,” I purr.
He growls. “If you keep sassing me, I’ll put that mouth to good use.”
The thought of what he is suggesting makes me shiver with desire.
“You like that?” he breathes into me.
I push him up. He glances at me with worry for a second as he backs off until I lean up and pull off my shirt. Then he smirks. Once the bra is gone, his eyes zero in on my breasts.
He pushes me back onto the bed. Then he leans in and takes one into his mouth.
I moan, arching up, grasping his shoulders.
If this is what sex is like, then I finally get what the hype is all about. My body feels like it’s on fire. I want to pull him close but also don’t want him to stop what he’s doing.
Once he finishes with one breast, he moves to the next one, giving it the same treatment as the first.
By the time he comes up for air, I’m a writhing mess.
“You are so responsive. I love it. I’m going to take real good care of you.” He nips my collarbone.
“Please,” I beg, unsure what I’m even begging for.
“Don’t worry, Willow baby. I’ll give you what you need,” he promises.
Then his hands are at my pants. I watch as he unbuttons them; I lift my hips as he pulls them down over my hips. Then he freezes.
At first, I think he’s taking my body in until I look at his face.
The heat from before is gone, replaced with unbridled anger.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, cupping his jaw.
I feel him grinding his teeth and follow his line of sight. I cringe and try to move out from under him when I see what he sees.
“What are these? Who did this?” he asks as he holds me down.
His fingers lightly trace the scars lining my thighs. This is something I’ve never shown anyone before. My deepest, darkest secret. How could I forget about them in this moment?
“No one. You should have never seen those.” I squeeze my eyes shut with shame.
Chase grabs my chin. “Look at me,” he demands, once I open my eyes. “Tell me who did it.”
“It’s none of your fucking business. Can’t you just leave it alone?” I say defensively.
My own body cools as shame fills me. I try to move out from under him again, but he pins me in place.
