Page 116 of Ruthless Scar

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Then the knot loosening. The fabric slipping.

Light. Her face. Right there. Flushed. Fierce. Eyes wet. Looking at me with an expression that tears apart every defense I’ve ever built.

“I see you.”

Quieter than the ones I said to her in this bed with the lamplight on her skin and the blindfold pushed to her hairline. Now from her mouth.

They hit harder than anything I’ve ever heard.

I cup her jaw. Against her cheekbone.

“I’ve never—” The sentence won’t finish. Because what I mean is: I’ve never let someone take the one thing I don’t give up.

“I know.” Forehead to forehead. “Me too.”

Decision in her expression. Sure.

“I want all of you.” Her voice steady. “Everything you’ve kept from me.”

I search her face. The same way I’ve searched her body for months. And I understand what she’s asking.

“You’re sure?”

“I trust you. Show me.”

I kiss her. Slow. Tasting the permission. Her fingers slide through my hair and hold.

Then I flip her. Deliberate. Not rough. She gave permission. I take it.

Her back on the mattress, then her stomach, then up on her knees. My chest against her back. My mouth at her ear.

“Color?”

“Green.”

I reach for the nightstand. Lube. Take my time. One finger first. Circling. Letting her adjust.

“Respira, bella.“ Against her shoulder. Breathe, beautiful. The Italian coming because gentleness lives in my mother’s language, not the one I use for the rest of my life.

She exhales. Long. Steady. She opens for me.

“Okay?”

“More.”

I press inside. Slow. She tenses. I stop. Wait. She decides when to continue, not me.

“Così brava.“ Against her spine. ”Così coraggiosa.“ So good. So brave. Italian praise because English can’t hold what she’s giving me.

A second finger. She presses toward me. Trembling but not from pain.

“You’re taking me so well.” My voice awed. Barely there. “Every part of you.”

I reach around her. Find her clit. The dual stimulation makes her gasp. Her spine arching.

“Don’t be careful.” Her voice low. “Not tonight.”

I position myself. Slick. Steady. The head pressing against her.

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