Liath shivered as pleasure bloomed from his hand on her breast. Real pleasure. Not the horror of another touching her and her being unable to stop him. This was Rurik. The only one she wanted to touch her. Someone who touched her because he loved her, cared for her. She moaned throatily and offered him more of her neck.
Sex with him had always been amazing. The nights and mornings of tangled limbs and hot breaths, the cuddling time afterward, the sweet kisses, the warm hugs. It was everything. Making love with Rurik had been amazing because it was making love. Because it was Rurik.
That had been taken away from her. It had been threatened that she would never know the gentle touch of the man she loved. But he was here, with her. He still wanted her despite everything. Despite how soiled they'd left her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her gaze damp with emotion. "Rurik... You don't understand. They told me you were dead. That I'd never kiss you again, hold you again, feel you again. That I had killed you and deserved to suffer. I was never ready for what they did to me. I hated every second I was alive."
She would've likely killed herself if they'd allowed her the strength for even that.
Liath straightened up and moved closer. Now she sat on his lap. She put her hand over his on her breast and she leaned toward him to kiss his mouth, press her forehead to his. "You touching me, you wanting me, making love to me again..." Her breath shivered. "It makes them liars. You being with me heals me, because it denies them what they thought they won."
Her lavender gaze met his, some of her steel coming back. "They don't get to have me. Because I'm yours. I belong to myself again. And I get to choose." She kissed his lips. "I choose you."
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Date: 2024-04-19 07:37 pm (UTC)Sex with him had always been amazing. The nights and mornings of tangled limbs and hot breaths, the cuddling time afterward, the sweet kisses, the warm hugs. It was everything. Making love with Rurik had been amazing because it was making love. Because it was Rurik.
That had been taken away from her. It had been threatened that she would never know the gentle touch of the man she loved. But he was here, with her. He still wanted her despite everything. Despite how soiled they'd left her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her gaze damp with emotion. "Rurik... You don't understand. They told me you were dead. That I'd never kiss you again, hold you again, feel you again. That I had killed you and deserved to suffer. I was never ready for what they did to me. I hated every second I was alive."
She would've likely killed herself if they'd allowed her the strength for even that.
Liath straightened up and moved closer. Now she sat on his lap. She put her hand over his on her breast and she leaned toward him to kiss his mouth, press her forehead to his. "You touching me, you wanting me, making love to me again..." Her breath shivered. "It makes them liars. You being with me heals me, because it denies them what they thought they won."
Her lavender gaze met his, some of her steel coming back. "They don't get to have me. Because I'm yours. I belong to myself again. And I get to choose." She kissed his lips. "I choose you."