Page 152 of I Will Mend You
Drawing back again, he nods, his eyes filled with understanding and a touch of hope. “We’ll take it slow. The moment you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, a weight lifting from my chest. It’s minuscule, the tiniest shift in my psyche, but I’m a step closer to healing.
He kisses me again, this time with a gentleness that makes my heart ache. His lips move slowly, reverently over mine, as if sealing a promise. We’ll move forward together, our love strengthening with the blood of our enemies.
Xero’s fingers trace gentle patterns on my back, bringing with them tiny shivers. The warmth of his touch contrasts with the cold hands that once held me captive. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the present, on the safety of his embrace. But thememories claw at the edges of my mind, threatening to pull me back into the darkness.
“Eyes on me,” Xero says, bringing me back to the present.
Xero’s eyes lock onto mine, a blend of desire and concern. I lose myself in his gaze, surrendering to the moment, feeling Delta’s presence dissipate until all that’s left is us.
“Tell me what you want, little ghost,” he murmurs.
My throat thickens. I swallow hard, trying to muster the words. “Can I watch you touch yourself?”
SEVENTY-THREE
AMETHYST
Xero hesitates for several heartbeats, his gaze locked on mine as if he’s weighing the gravity of my simple request. We lie on our sides, facing each other. The silence between us stretches, and I almost regret confessing what those men did during the force-feeding.
Just as I’m about to tell him to forget about it, he nods, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a shiver down my spine.
He shifts back on the mattress, the muscles in his torso bunching and rippling with every movement. I drink in the sight of his sculpted pecs, the defined lines of his abs, the raw power in his broad shoulders. His intricate tattoos come alive in a mesmerizing dance of shadows and ink.
Anticipation and nervousness thrum through my core, my pulse quickening with each breath. I can’t tear my eyes away as he raises his hips, his boxers sliding down to reveal his hard length. His cock springs free, the piercings catching the sunlight and sending a cascade of shimmering reflections around the room.
My breath hitches, and I bite my lip. Nothing—not even that silicone dildo—could ever capture his full grandeur.
Xero’s gaze never wavers, his eyes boring into mine as if he’s reading my every hidden thought. The air between us thickens, charged with a tension that crackles against my skin like static electricity.
“See something you like, little ghost?” he asks, his deep voice eliciting a delicious shiver.
My breath quickens. My gaze fixes on the hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “Lots of things, actually.”
He runs his fingers up and down his shaft once, twice, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that makes my clit swell.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his words wrapping around my senses like tendrils of smoke. “I want to worship every inch of your body. I want to kiss every scar, every mark, because you’re the only goddess I worship.”
Heat pools low in my belly, and my breath shallows. His words are intoxicating, an auditory aphrodisiac. For the first time, I feel seen—not as a broken woman, but as someone worthy of love and desire.
“Show me how much you want me,” I murmur from the other side of the mattress.
Xero’s gaze drops to my bare breasts, his strokes quickening around his shaft. “I want to kiss those glorious tits.”
I arch my back. “These?”
“Yes,” he growls, his voice raw with desire, “They’re perfect.”
Pleasure skitters down my spine as he runs his tongue across his lip. I want that mouth on my nipples. I want those hands stroking my breasts.
As if sensing my thoughts, he slows his motion up and down his length in a gesture meant to tease. In response, the muscles of my core clench.
“I want to make you writhe beneath me. I want to hear you moan my name,” he continues, his voice thickening with lust. “I want to taste the nectar from your sweet pussy, feel your body tremble as you come undone, just for me.”
My heart races at the raw honesty in his words. I want all those things, too.
“Fuck, I want to bury my cock in your tight cunt,” he growls, his hand moving faster, his eyes darkening with need. “I want to feel your wet heat around my shaft, see your face as you shatter with pleasure.”