Page 69 of Absolution

His lips press against my center, licking me until I squirm under the pressure of his tongue. I arch from the bed, tangling his hair in my hand. I yank on it, pulling him up my body.

I slide my hand between us, fisting his cock, I rub it against me. His mouth drops when I guide him in, and he slips deep. Our bodies rock into the other, working together toward one goal.

My body tenses, sending my pulse into a frenzy, and my heart thundering against my chest. Creed reverberates my beat with every sway and motion of our love.

His forehead rests on mine, as we gaze into the other's eyes and find our rhythm. His thrusts meet my bumps, propelling us over the edge. My name on his lips sends me spiraling, and we’re lost.

“Scarlet.” He murmurs like an anthem.

We lay, ensnarled, legs, and arms everywhere. Our breathing slowing from a pant to an even calm. I’m lost in this world, but here with him, he has found me. I never want to leave this place of solace.

“Did you have a good day?” I mutter almost incoherently.

His body jerks as he chuckles. “As a matter of fact, I had a great day.”

“You’re ridiculous.” I pat his chest, loving how I can feel the beat of his heart. “I meant with your parents.”

“They were in complete support of me, and we were able to get everyone that has files on me to agree to let me see them.” His heart rate decelerates, he’s torn with this decision. I raise up on my elbow, studying him. Doc lays at the foot of the bed, watching him closely. She feels it too, something’s worrying him.

“Tell me.”

“What do you want to hear?”

“Why you’re so concerned about the documents.” I trace his jawline with the tip of my finger. I want him to be comfortable without thinking I’m studying his every move. He adjusts himself, rolling to his side. I take his hand, and he kisses the back of mine.

“What if there’s nothing there? I’ve run from it for so long; to realize it was all for nothing, I’ll be devastated.”

“So, you’re hoping to find something?”

He slumps toward me, and my stomach knots. Doc traipses over to the edge of the bed, laying her head on the side. “I don’t know, it’s like my dreams keep trying to tell me something, but I hit a dead end when I try to pinpoint what it is.”

“I don’t want you hurting or thinking that what you went through was for nothing.” My stomach knots and I fear if I did the right thing by encouraging him to look into his past.

I scoot closer, wrapping my arm around him and holding him until we doze off. My thoughts haunt my dreams, as I see Creed in a cell with dirt floors. It’s dark, but I can tell he’s bleeding and in pain.

As I reach for him, he jumps back and scrambles from me. I’m jarred from the bed when Creed’s voice cuts through the night. I spring from the bed, rushing over to him.

“Stop!” His hands are straight out in front of him. I lean over to switch on a light, and he screams. “It’s blinding me, turn it off.”

I knock the lamp over, hurrying to turn it off. It crashes to the floor, waking Emmie. Her cries pierce Creed’s ears, he covers them and begins to sing.

“She sleeps with her hair over his pillow. His heart belongs only to her. Her hair is as fiery as her soul. She’s all the love that he knows.” His lips tremble with every shake of his hand. Emmie grows quiet, and so does Creed.

I want to hold him, keep him safe. My heart is breaking as I watch the man I love disintegrate into nothing. He’s crumpled in the corner, quaking from whatever nightmare he’s living.

And it’s all my fault.

“Creed…” I have to try and reach him, bring him from the depths of this hell he’s lost in. I hold his hand, waiting for a sign he can hear me or recognize my voice. “Baby, I’m here.”

His eyes are fixed on the wall across the room. I try again, lightly touching him. “Hey, baby. I’m here with you.”

“Scarlet? Can you hear them? Americans.” He shudders, sending chills through me from our touch.

I lay my hand on his cheek, beckoning him to me. “Here, I’m right here.”

“Scarlet?” His eyes begin to focus, they’re not as dilated as they once were.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here, come with me.” I take his hand as tears stain my face. The pain written on Creed’s face shatters me, I’m not even sure how he can be okay after what he’s endured.