Written in the Scars (The Damaged Souls #1)

Orion

It’s been a week since I brought her home, to our home and she’s hardly left my side.

Selene has been here daily, ensuring she has everything and is well taken care of.

The police have been several times, asking the same questions over and over.

I was never in the room when they questioned her to begin with, it was for my own sake, but it came to be her request.

She had to come to terms with it all, before sharing it with me and her past.

I wasn’t ready to take her out, I didn’t think she was ready to go out.

But I won’t be her third captor, I’m her protector.

By the time we finished our meal and got back into the hired security car, she looked more like the goddess I first laid eyes on.

Not that my view of her has changed in any way.

If anything, I view her more of a goddess of war now, seeing her that night, how she saved herself.

She didn’t need me, I just provided an easier ending to her battle.

I watch her, sat watching the people out the car window.

She’s a vision, a force to be reckoned with.

A smile crosses her face as she reaches for my hand, her eyes still focused on the busy world outside our quiet bubble.

Interlocking her fingers in mine she gives me a squeeze, “I can feel you staring at me, , I’m fine.”

Her smile fades slightly, I swear she’s getting a sixth sense for my concern for her.

Pulling up outside the apartment building, I pull her hand to my mouth, tasting her cool skin with my lips before we exit the car.

As we stand hand in hand watching the floor number rise in the elevator, I notice a change in her breathing.

I barely get a chance to give her hand a squeeze before she pulls on the front of my shirt, her mouth colliding with mine, our tongues fighting on impact.

The doors open to the apartment, she attempts to drag me through into the lobby, I follow her motions, trying to make her movements easier.

I’m a big guy, she can’t move me willy nilly.

“Wait, Ace.

Don’t rush…”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before her mouth was back on mine, devouring my tongue.

The lobby fills with the sound of our lips smacking against each other, our bodies finally getting some of what we both needed.

I can’t help but think she is rushing herself into this.

I don’t want her to regret moving too fast.

Her mouth moves up my jaw, leaving kisses and nips along the way.

“I’m going to take what I want”, her voice is a mix of seduction and need, “But I can’t give you what you need”.

She nips at my ear before taking my tongue back into her mouth.

I know exactly what she needs.

She places her hands on my shoulders, applying enough pressure to tell me to get on my knees.

A low growl leaves my mouth as I lower myself before her, exactly where I intend to spend the rest of my life.

She leans down, her lips only skating across mine.

“You're going to use your tongue to make me come, no hands”

she tells me her demand in a tone I haven’t heard from her before.

She lifts her leg to rest over my shoulder, the slit between her legs bare and glistening ready for me to lap at the excitement already coating her.

She thrusts her hips forward to meet my mouth and I’m in heaven.

I never forgot how good she tastes, but my God! Have I missed it! Her hand nestled in my hair has her pulling me further into her, tongue fucking her till she instructs otherwise.

The lobby fills with the symphony of her moans as I continue to bring her closer to the edge, the muscles in her legs begin to shake and her breathing is ragged.

She grips on the nearby table to hold her up, as I begin to suck on her little bud of nerve endings, flicking the new black ring, tipping her over the edge.

She begins to scream as she gushes, trying to savor all of her excitement for myself, her body relinquishing itself to the euphoria she desperately desired.

Raising myself up, I take her in my arms and carry her to our bed, feeling her body completely relaxed.

She looks at me through heavy eyes.

“You know, I’m not finished yet”, a seductive laugh follows her words.

“If you say so, Ace.

Do with me as you wish!”.

I’m far from the submissive type, it doesn’t sit well with me, but for her? For my queen, anything.

Reagan

This man’s mouth is magic, the way I fell apart from his tongue, the moment I realized that I was gushing, I felt how embarrassment nipped at my cheeks, until I saw how much he loved every moment.

And holy fuck, it felt good to release all that sexual tension.

I slowly let the fabric of my dress fall to the floor as I watch him remove his clothes.

“Put your belt on the bed”

my tone is more stern, and I’m second guessing myself but I need this.

He places the belt on the bed and I notice the ridges straight away, the belt he used our first night together, red coating my cheeks at the thought.

Looking at him now, tall, tanned, muscles cascading his entire body, in areas I didn’t realize could be so toned, his cock to full attention and fuck, he’s gorgeous! My mouth waters.

His eyes wander down my body, drinking me in.

I hope he likes the jewellery.

I decided to keep them, I wear them like I wear my previous scars, they remind me of what I have overcome.

He said he understood when I arranged for the professional to come replace the jewellery.

“Lay down, , and place your wrists above your head.”

I say, my voice husky and needy.

Appreciating every moving muscle as he makes his way into his position, nerves begin to take over me, as I mount his thighs.

Bringing the belt through my hands, I lean over him, my nipples just inches from his face, as I wrap the belt around his wrists.

He could easily get out of this, it just solidifies the no touching rule.

Sitting myself on his thighs, I can’t help but take in the sight, having this god of a man bow down to me, let me take his control and use him as I please.

My heart skips in my chest and I feel myself slipping into a stage of soppiness.

Taking back control, I reach for my eye mask, sliding it over his eyes, a sigh leaving his lips.

“This is for me.”

I kiss the corner of his mouth “I need this, I need this from you.”

his body relaxes with each word and each kiss.

“Use me, Ace.

Take what you want, take what you need from me”

he whispers gently into my ear.

I slowly stroke down his shaft, his hips following my movements “still”

raising myself onto my knees, I line his head with my slit, slowly lowering onto him, slowly adjusting to his size.

Moans leave both our mouths as I find a rhythm and move him in and out of me, teasing his head at my entrance each time I rise.

I can see he is barely holding on by the tension in his jaw, his hands grasping as the belt, messily tied around his wrists.

I begin to pick up speed.

“Don’t come yet, , this is mine.”

As I speak those words, I feel the knot in my core tightening and before I know it, my hand is on his throat and I’m riding him like it’s my last fuck.

I bring myself forward, adjusting the angle inside and causing friction on my clit against his pelvis and fuck, the sounds coming from this man’s mouth are enough to send any woman over the edge.

“Fuck, Ace, look how well you ride me”

his voice horse, his tongue slides across his lower lip “Claim me Ace, come on my cock and claim me!”

Stars appear in my vision, as I watch him gasp for air through the restriction of my hand, the intensity of him stretching me and the friction on my clit send me toppling over an edge so high I fear I won’t come back from.

Screams leave my mouth, as I continue to ride my high.

“Come, .

I need you to fill me.”

I know what I said but, at this moment, I need him.

All of him.

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