Page 32 of Straightjacket

Iris nods. “Yeah, she... helped me. Gave me a fucking shiv.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I blow out. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby. This... this is all my fault, I shouldn’t–”

“Stop, none of this is your fault. I did what I had to do in order to survive, to get back to you and I have no regrets about that.” She looks me straight in the eyes, regret nowhere to be seen.

“Is she still as crazy as ever?”

“I mean, if you’ve seen her crazier than what I’ve seen, then yeah, I guess she is. She even wanted to braid my hair afterwards.”

I run my hand over the neat braids that pull her midnight hair away from her face, then down towards the end, looping one around my hand.

“I can see that,” I murmur, my hand tightening slightly, eliciting a soft moan to slip past her bloodied lips. “Maybe you should have it like this more often.”

“Silas,” my name comes out in a whispered moan as I gather both braids in my hand and use them to pull her head back slightly. She stares at me through hooded eyes, her hands gripping onto my biceps.

“Yes, little demon?” I murmur as I lean over her slightly, grazing my lips across her jaw.

“Would it be wrong of you to have me... right here?”

“If this is wrong, then I don’t ever wanna be right when it comes to you.”

Her bottom lip trembles as I cup the back of her neck with my other hand and take her lobe between my teeth, whispering softly into her ear. “It feels like years since I’ve had you. This distance between us killing me off slowly and I’m not nearly patient enough to wait for you, so fuck it if it’s wrong. Let me own you all over again.”

Tremors shake her body as she turns to face me, the ocean in her eyes forming into stormy seas. She shuffles out of my lap and stands before me, her hand extended out for me to take and without any hesitation, I slip my hand into hers, rising slowly to my full height. The energy between us crackles to life as she tips her head back to look at me.

“I’ve been yours from the very beginning, even when you were just a shadow, you owned me. And when we’re nothing but dust, I’ll still be yours.” She pours every ounce of love she has for me into her words until I can feel it swimming through my veins. The way her soul dances with mine sends my head spinning.

Warmth spreads through my chest as she places her hands there, then she takes the zipper on my jumpsuit and pulls it down, painstakingly slow to reveal the ink that covers the entirety of my body. A hunger burning as bright as the sun in her eyes when her gaze roams over me.

“Does this still hurt?” She mumbles, placing her hand over the dressing that covers the bullet wound. My stomach clenches– not from the lingering pain but from her touch alone. Just the feel of her hands on me sends my body into another dimension.

“No,” I mumble. “But please don’t take your hands off me. I don’t ever wanna lose this feeling of you.”

A small smile pulls at her lips then she places her other hand onto my stomach, the pads of her fingers trailing over the ink before she runs her hands upwards, stopping at my shoulders where she begins to push the jumpsuit down my arms until it’s hanging dangerously low around my waist.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” She says, pressing soft kisses across my chest. I shudder at the contact and close my eyes. “I think this incredible, beautiful woman did one time.”

“Oh yeah? Let me know her name so I can have a little chat with her.” I feel her smirk against my heated skin, and I drop my head back, allowing a deep groan to rise from my throat as she circles my nipple with her tongue.

“Did she ever make you feel like this?” She says between flicking and biting my nipple.

“I... uh, I don’t think anyone could ever... make me feel the way you do.” My words come out in a helpless whimper as she continues to tease me, pushing me to the brink of insanity. My little demon has hardly touched me and I’m ready to fucking explode.

Nails graze across my shoulders, digging further into my skin until she moves her hand down, teasing the edge of the jumpsuit.

“Pl... please, baby.” I stutter, groaning deeply into the air as she inches her hand further down, just enough to brush the tips of her fingers across my aching cock. I hiss sharply at the sensation, the warmth of her hand spreading across my flesh.

“Say my name.” She demands, forcing me to drop my head down to face her. “I wanna hear you say my name whilst I touch you.”

Oh, good lord, take me now.

“I... Iris... W... Winter.” I stumble over the letters as she wraps her hand around me, the tips of her fingers barely meeting but she doesn’t move like I want her to, a teasing grin spreading across her face.

“No no, baby. Say the name that I want. Say the name of the woman who owns you.”

Fire courses through my veins at the realisation, the name she wants me to give her– a title that only she is worthy of.

Lifting my hand, I grab both of her braids and pull her head back, my lips hovering over hers until I can almost taste her on my tongue.