“Are you sore?” I ask as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“A little,” she says, and I close my eyes as the guilt trickles back in.
Soft lips press to mine, and I open my eyes as she pulls away. “I’m fine, Sebastian. It’s really not that bad.” She wiggles on top of me, and my breath catches.
“Tell me his name,” I say in a steady voice.
“I-I can’t,” she says, searching my eyes.
“Grace, I need to know. He’ll never hurt you again.” I take her face in my hands. “Just… tell me.”
I see the moment it happens—when her mask slots back into place—and my jaw clenches.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past,” she says, and I stare at her, part in frustration and part in awe as she shines with a light that, if it were anyone else, would’ve been snuffed out long ago.
Grace adjusts her position again, and I grit my teeth as she slides over my cock. “Grace. Stop moving.”
She looks at me with complete innocence, but then her mouth drops open into a littleOwhen she realises what she’s doing and my cock throbs, imagining sliding between those sweet lips.
Grace rolls her hips ever so slightly, and a low growl forms in my throat. “Grace,” I warn, sliding my hands up her thighs and under my shirt to hold her hips, so she doesn’t move again. Except when I get there, I realise she’s completely naked underneath my shirt.
I drop my head back, groaning. “What are you trying to do to me?”
When she starts to wriggle again, my fingers flex on her hips, holding her down, but I only pull her closer to my now rock-hard cock.
“Sebastian, please,” she breathes, her wetness soaking through my sweats and heating my cock.Shit.
“Grace, we can’t. We never should have— “
“Don’t,” she whispers, her hands squeezing the back of my neck. “Don’t you dare take that away from me. Last night was the best night of my life. And it was my choice. For once,Igot to choose.” Her eyes shine with hurt, but her voice grows stronger with each word. “It wasn’t just the sex, Sebastian. It was everything. It was you. If you don’t want me because of…” She swallows hard, trying to sit up, but I tighten my hold on her, not letting her go.
She thinks I don’t want her?
Because of what happened to her?
Because of her scars?
“Fuck, you know I do,” I say, my own throat feeling thick. “I just don’t know how to do… this… us.”
This isn’t one night—it’s too late for that. Though I doubt it ever could have been. It feels different with her like we’re connected on an entirely different level.
“Don’t think, just do,” she says.
“I’m not a good man, Grace. You’re young. You deserve to go and live your life. Far away from men like me.”
“I don’t want a better man,” she says. “I want you.”
“Why me? Why the photos?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Her brows draw together.
“Try me.”
Her mouth opens, but then she closes it again, and I sigh.
Our eyes lock together, and I search the dark depths for the answers I want, except they’re too far away, buried too deep. So, for now, I decide to take her advice and not think. Letting myself have the parts of her she’s willing to give.
I take her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue inside, slow and deep.