Chapter 9

nine

Avery

I'm completely still in his arms as he feels the scars on my stomach and lower back. I can feel the color draining from my face. I had never been so happy when I walked out of class and saw him leaning against his car, looking like a wet dream. We haven't seen each other in a few days, and I've missed him like crazy. For the past month, when we've made out, I've managed to keep his hands above my clothes, but now…. I didn't think of the scars; he helps me forget about my past and the trauma I've known. Now, I fear I'll lose the one person I need, the only person in my world.

I love him, I know I do, he's my everything, but I'm broken and tainted, and the scars are off putting. He'll never look at me the same again.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away gently.

He rasps, "Who do I need to kill, baby?"

I look at him and see he's completely serious. I shake my head, my fingers gripping his hair as I lean my forehead against his.

I whisper, "It's in the past."

He grunts, his body completely tense, his eyes full of rage. I soften against him when I realize he's angry for me.

"Are there more, or are they just confined to your stomach and lower back?"

I clear my throat, knowing if we continue as we are, he's going to see them anyway. I just don't need to explain to him why I have them; that's my past, and I don't want to taint him with it. He's my present and future.

I clear my throat again and squeeze my eyes shut as I whisper, "I have several burn marks on my upper and lower back, more scars on my upper thighs, and some on the inside of my upper arms. Its why I never wear dresses or short sleeve tops." Then I whisper even quieter, hoping I don't run him off, "These scars are a part of my past, a past I never want to talk about again, please. I know you have questions, but I can't answer them; they're still too raw for me. Just know I'm okay and I'll understand if you can't go any further with our relationship."

He growls, like literally growls, and my eyes fly open to look at him as he states, "I don't care if your body is full of piercings, tattoos, burns, and scars—you've had a difficult life. I knew that, and one day you will be ready to tell me. But get this in your head: you're mine. Mine to protect, mine to cherish, and mine to love." Tears spring from my eyes. "I love you, Avery, everything about you, and all of you. I love you."

I cry as I whisper, "I love you too, so much."

He smiles and kisses me again, but sweeter this time, and as our tongues touch, he picks me up, walks us to my bedroom. Once there, he gently places my feet on the ground, breaking the kiss. When he reaches for the bottom of my gray sweater, I worry my bottom lip. He gently glides the material up and over my head. When it's gone, he looks at my stomach and I raise my arms to wrap around my belly and hide the scars, but he stops me. He kneels down and places gentle kisses on each scar. Tears fall down my cheeks; he's not running away yet.

He kisses upward toward my neck, and gently sucks the flesh there while he undoes my lacy, pink bra. I tilt my head to give him better access, then he leans down and takes a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He bites it gently before soothing it with his tongue, then sucks hard. I arch my body into him and moan as he does the same with the other nipple.

He kisses down my body and undoes my jeans. I take a deep breath; I never wear dresses or skirts because of the scars. I'm self-conscious, but he makes the feeling disappear when he kisses each scar. He removes my jeans as tears of uneasiness and a strange relief slide down my face. He leans forward, his nose brushing against my pubic mound, and takes a deep breath. I gasp as he finds my clit through the material, and he sucks hard. My knees buckle, but he grabs a hold of my ass and sucks even harder, and my whole-body shakes as I scream out his name.

He grabs a hold of my panties and tears them, before diving back in, sucking my clit. My orgasm hits out of nowhere. He holds me up with his strong hands while he licks up my juices, then gently lays me down on my dark purple comforter. He looks over me with hungry eyes, then spreads my legs, draping them over his shoulders as he leans in. He licks me from ass to clit, circling the nub, then repeating the motion two more times, before stiffening his tongue and licking my entrance. He goes back to my clit, rubbing the tip of his tongue around it before flicking it. I moan, swiveling my hips, unable to stay still. He presses his hand to my belly to keep me in place as he places a finger from his other hand at my entrance. He pushes forward, and I tense. He gently sucks my clit into his mouth, making me moan.

"Fuck, you're tight, baby," he rasps, before going back to my clit, sucking it back into his mouth, making my body relax as he pulls his finger out, then adds a second one.

Suddenly, my body tightens and my clit pulses as he finds my g-spot and rubs his fingers along the soft tissue. Another orgasm hits. He gives me one last lick before pushing to his feet. He licks his fingers clean, groaning, before he pulls of his shirt.

I look at him with lust and admiration. He's a work of art, with his tanned chest full of tribal tattoos, a six pack, and muscles galore. He's absolutely beautiful.

He smirks when he notices my reaction to him, and he unbuttons his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down his thick thighs until they pool on the floor. I gulp. He's huge and thick.

I look into his eyes and say, "I don't think it's going to fit, Sergi," making him chuckle.

He picks up his jeans and pulls out a condom. Huh, good thing he thought of that because I absolutely did not, and I'm not on birth control because I never needed it before.

He sheathes himself, then climbs up my body, kissing his way toward my mouth.

"Of course, it will, dragotsennyy ."

I smile up at him as he leans his forearms on either side of my head. I've spread my legs to accommodate him, and the tip of his dick nudges my entrance as he leans down and gently kisses me. I grip his shoulders, then reach up to the back of his neck, holding him in place, wanting his mouth on mine, and hoping he doesn't notice what he's about to take from me.

He slowly pushes forward, and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him even closer, if that's possible. He enters me hard. I gasp into his mouth, my eyes squeezing shut. I feel completely full, but it's not as painful as I thought it'd be. There's definitely a stinging sensation, though. Sergi pauses, he grips my hair and pulls my head back, forcing my eyes open. I gaze up at him, his eyes full of questions as well as a small bit of pride. I want to roll my eyes, typical man.

I only have to whisper one word and he instantly understands why I was a virgin.

"Scars."

He nods and bends forward, kissing me gently.

"Good," he murmurs against my lips.

I roll my eyes and giggle, kissing him back passionately.

He pulls away, rubbing his nose against mine. "You ready, baby? I don't want to hurt you." I wiggle my hips a little to test, making him groan, and I bite my lip to stop from laughing, but he notices. He nips my nose, and I don't hold the laugh back. He groans when I flutter around him.

I pull him tight to me. "I'm ready."

He smiles wide, leans down, and kisses me as he gently pulls out, then slams into me. I gasp, then moan into his mouth. He does this several times, gradually increasing his speed as he lifts my leg over his arm. He braces himself on his other arm, near my head, holding himself up as his hips move faster as his kisses grow hungrier. I hold onto him tighter and move my hips upward to match his thrusts, making him moan. He drops my leg and moves his hand to my clit. He leans his forehead against mine, while he rubs tight, quick circles on my clit. My body tightens up again.

"That's it, baby, come on my cock, give me your cum."

And I do. I scream out his name, and I feel like I wet myself.

Sergi looks down at where we're connected and groans out, "Shit baby, you just squirted. Fuck, that's hot." He thrusts three more times and stills, moaning, as he comes. He places his head against my neck, gently kissing and sucking the skin, making me shiver against him. He lifts his head and kisses me gently, then rasps, "Don't move, baby, I'll be right back."

He gently pulls out of me, causing me to wince. He whispers, "Sorry, baby," and gently kisses my lips, then my forehead, before heading toward my bathroom. I marvel at his ass; it's such a great ass, too.

He comes back a couple of minutes later with a washcloth, and gently cleans me up. He throws it into my bathroom before climbing into bed with me. He wraps his arms around me, one underneath my head, his hand playing with my hair, and the other around my waist. I lay half on top of him, my leg wedged in between his, and I sigh in contentment. This is my home, in his arms. I smile.

He runs his nose along my hair, taking a deep breath. I nuzzle into his neck as he murmurs, "I love you, dragotsennyy. "

I smile wide, tears slipping from my eyes. "I love you too, so much."

His arms tighten around me and, for the first time in a long time, I fall asleep without a sleeping pill, and dream of only good things, feeling safe with a man who has become my everything.