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best to keep my distance. Her small nipples budded against the thin material of her camisole, and I followed the shape of her perfect breasts as they curved, pressed together as she slept on her side.
Closing my eyes, I refused to look at another inch of her body. I was already throbbing, and if she touched me in any way I’d lose all resolve.
Somehow, I managed to sleep.
The moon was high in the window when her screams jolted me awake.
I turned as she thrashed, trying to grab her flailing arms. She kicked me hard in the side, and I grunted, failing to catch her wrists. Instead, I flattened my body over hers, trying to stop her from falling out of the bed or hurting herself.
When her fingernails raked over my shoulder blades, I growled, a fresh surge of adrenaline taking control.
“ Ouch- Roam! Roam! ” I picked her completely up, pinning her arms to her sides and sitting her upright in the bed.
She blinked and panted in fear, searching the darkened bedroom. “ West? ”
“You’re okay, I’m here… it’s 2012,” I consoled, bending to her kiss the tears away from her eyes.
“ Logan… ,”
“No, Logan’s not here,” I answered, sighing. Of course she wants Logan.
“No… Logan, he…,” she took a deep breath, and I knew she was trying her damndest not to cry again. “ He raped me. ”
“ What? ” I growled, nearly bruising her upper arms with my angry hold. I will fucking kill that kid. “When?” I demanded.
“I don’t know… 1533? Right after I got this,” she slid the thin strap of the white, lace-edged camisole off her shoulder, revealing the birthmark shaped like a cross.
“Oh… oh,” I murmured. Not Logan… the Alter. 1533. “And I was there.”
“It was horrible- my heart broke for you, West, just trapped and unable to help me… her,” she corrected.
Horrible… for me?
“Log an had you first, and then Troy,” I answered, testing, unable to fathom the level of selfless sympathy in her gaze.
“Her,” she insisted, tears brimming.
I nodded. “I spent three days sitting in that cell with you on the floor, dying. Alone.”
“ I’m sorry, ” she sat up, kneeling on the bed next to where I sat.
And suddenly, she was kissing my back.
Her mouth was moving over the scratches she’d dug into my skin, serrated cuts that were already healing. When her tongue traced a line over the wound, I groaned and turned.
I had her on her back and pressed to the pillow in seconds. I starved for her, ached for her body, her heart, her mind. I wrapped my hand under her knee, my touch sliding torturously slow up her leg until I could trace the outline of her panties. She gripped the sheets, her breath hitched in her throat.
“ I’m scared, ” she cried.
My eyes never leaving hers, I slipped my thumb under the string band of her panties, stroking lightly at the soft curls. I spread her legs wider with my hands, almost lowering my mouth before realizing I wouldn’t be able to make sure she was breathing- not with my tongue deep inside of her.
“ There are other things to be afraid of. This isn’t one of them. ” My mouth claimed hers as I skirted her panties, teasing, waiting until she was writhing before pushing two fingers deep inside. I probed, hard, slow, knowing exactly where to touch her and make her cry my name.
Her back arched, and the moment I found the very center of her pleasure point, she moaned, rocking against my hand. “ West, ” she managed, her tiny cries stealing my sanity.
Her eyes widened as she came close to the edge, and I continued the rhythmic pulsing, dripping wild kisses to her mouth and throat. When I slid my hand under her camisole and cupped her breast, I drew her into my mouth through the thin cotton. She whispered something incoherent, something that sounded like my name and God. I circled my tongue over the hardened bud, all the while pushing my fingers in and out of her tight passage.
My mouth returned to hers, but she broke away in a mix
Closing my eyes, I refused to look at another inch of her body. I was already throbbing, and if she touched me in any way I’d lose all resolve.
Somehow, I managed to sleep.
The moon was high in the window when her screams jolted me awake.
I turned as she thrashed, trying to grab her flailing arms. She kicked me hard in the side, and I grunted, failing to catch her wrists. Instead, I flattened my body over hers, trying to stop her from falling out of the bed or hurting herself.
When her fingernails raked over my shoulder blades, I growled, a fresh surge of adrenaline taking control.
“ Ouch- Roam! Roam! ” I picked her completely up, pinning her arms to her sides and sitting her upright in the bed.
She blinked and panted in fear, searching the darkened bedroom. “ West? ”
“You’re okay, I’m here… it’s 2012,” I consoled, bending to her kiss the tears away from her eyes.
“ Logan… ,”
“No, Logan’s not here,” I answered, sighing. Of course she wants Logan.
“No… Logan, he…,” she took a deep breath, and I knew she was trying her damndest not to cry again. “ He raped me. ”
“ What? ” I growled, nearly bruising her upper arms with my angry hold. I will fucking kill that kid. “When?” I demanded.
“I don’t know… 1533? Right after I got this,” she slid the thin strap of the white, lace-edged camisole off her shoulder, revealing the birthmark shaped like a cross.
“Oh… oh,” I murmured. Not Logan… the Alter. 1533. “And I was there.”
“It was horrible- my heart broke for you, West, just trapped and unable to help me… her,” she corrected.
Horrible… for me?
“Log an had you first, and then Troy,” I answered, testing, unable to fathom the level of selfless sympathy in her gaze.
“Her,” she insisted, tears brimming.
I nodded. “I spent three days sitting in that cell with you on the floor, dying. Alone.”
“ I’m sorry, ” she sat up, kneeling on the bed next to where I sat.
And suddenly, she was kissing my back.
Her mouth was moving over the scratches she’d dug into my skin, serrated cuts that were already healing. When her tongue traced a line over the wound, I groaned and turned.
I had her on her back and pressed to the pillow in seconds. I starved for her, ached for her body, her heart, her mind. I wrapped my hand under her knee, my touch sliding torturously slow up her leg until I could trace the outline of her panties. She gripped the sheets, her breath hitched in her throat.
“ I’m scared, ” she cried.
My eyes never leaving hers, I slipped my thumb under the string band of her panties, stroking lightly at the soft curls. I spread her legs wider with my hands, almost lowering my mouth before realizing I wouldn’t be able to make sure she was breathing- not with my tongue deep inside of her.
“ There are other things to be afraid of. This isn’t one of them. ” My mouth claimed hers as I skirted her panties, teasing, waiting until she was writhing before pushing two fingers deep inside. I probed, hard, slow, knowing exactly where to touch her and make her cry my name.
Her back arched, and the moment I found the very center of her pleasure point, she moaned, rocking against my hand. “ West, ” she managed, her tiny cries stealing my sanity.
Her eyes widened as she came close to the edge, and I continued the rhythmic pulsing, dripping wild kisses to her mouth and throat. When I slid my hand under her camisole and cupped her breast, I drew her into my mouth through the thin cotton. She whispered something incoherent, something that sounded like my name and God. I circled my tongue over the hardened bud, all the while pushing my fingers in and out of her tight passage.
My mouth returned to hers, but she broke away in a mix
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