“Impossible,” she whispers. And even though she tells me that I’m lying, I know that wheels turning in her head as she works to figure something out.

“Sidney, it’s not impossible. It’s the truth. I have a death certificate that proves it.”

Her eyes close as she tries to shake something from her mind. I feel a shift in the air to an unknown place as she shakily slips a hand down the front of her dress and begins scratching her breast. The way she does it, so methodically and obsessively, worries the hell out of me.

“Sidney, stop it.”

But she doesn’t stop it. The scratching becomes more fierce, and now her other hand has slipped to her inner thigh, digging at the flesh there. I’m mesmerized by her movements but finally snap myself out of it.

“Sidney, STOP IT!” I roar at her, trying to pull her from her trance. She ignores me, so I am forced to grab both of her wrists and bring them to my chest. Her eyes fly open and panic crosses her features as she fights to pull away.

“Don’t! No!” she yells, finally breaking her silence and screams.

I release a hand but still have a firm grip on the other. Immediately, her hand goes back to its scratching. Snatching it back up, I pull her toward me. She’s squirming like a madwoman, but I refuse to let her hurt herself anymore.

“Sidney, shhh, I have you. Stop. Please,” I plead calmly with her.

When her body relaxes a moment, I pull her the rest of the way to me and wrap my arms around her back to hold her against me. Lying down on the couch, I bring her down with me. She’s still in my death grip. I can feel her shuddering violently, and she begins sobbing loudly.

I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with her, but I’m not letting her go. She still feels tense as she attempts to break free of me. Using one arm to hold her close, I take the other and gently thread it through her hair, stroking it. The gesture completely relaxes her and she melts into me. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest.

Finally, her crying subsides, but her breathing is jagged. She no longer fights to get away, so I finally relax my own body. After what seems like hours, she tilts her head up to me. Her eyes are filled with awe as she looks at me.

“How is this possible, Lane?” she asks.

I’m unsure what she is asking. All I can focus on right now is the lip that is now inches from my face.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I whisper.

She blinks at me in shock as my breath tickles her face. “Your breath is warm.” Again, she makes absolutely no sense.

Before she can say anything else, I bring my face closer to hers and suck her lip into my mouth. Her eyes close and a moan escapes. My dick roars to life between us. I continue my suckling of her lip. When she pulls away, I groan at the loss. She tastes like garlic and wine. It is a delicious mixture.

“How is this possible? I’m so confused right now,” she confides.

That makes two of us. The woman speaks in riddles.

“Sidney, I don’t know a thing about you, but you talk to me like I should know. All I know is that I’m very much enjoying you on top of me. But you could probably already tell,” I tease and slightly thrust my hardness into her belly.

She’s still wide-eyed like she can’t believe I’m holding her like this.

“I’ve had a rough life,” she tells me. For some reason, the tone in her voice tells me that I’m not going to like what I’m about to hear.

“Go on,” I urge as I begin softly stroking her back.

She rests her head back down on my chest as she melts to my caresses. “My momma abused me terribly. The scars come from the switches she would beat me bloody with. That was manageable though. What wasn’t was the…” she trails off. I feel her entire body tense up, so I wrap my arms around her, afraid that she’ll try to run away.

“What wasn’t manageable?”

“The bleach baths.”

My ears are ringing because I don’t understand what she’s telling me, but I am quickly getting pissed. Not at her. At her motherfucking bitch of a mother. A mother who has done terrible things to a child to make her behave the way Sidney does.

“What the fuck are bleach baths?” I ask, my voice rising. She shivers, so I attempt to relax and stroke her back again.

“She was always so worried about toxins and thought it was her duty to scrub them away. When she would get on her rampage, I’d be forced into a scalding-hot bath while she scrubbed me away with bleach. It was horrifying. I was trapped with that woman doing terrible things to me until a month ago when she died. And even though I’m free, I’m still a prisoner to my past. I can’t stand for people to touch me. You witnessed firsthand when I fainted. Liam respected that. He never touched me except the night he left. That night he gave me a whisper of a kiss.”

She stops talking, and we both think about what she’s just said. I still don’t understand how she knows Liam if she just moved here a month ago. It doesn’t make sense. And as much as I don’t get it, I can tell with my whole heart that she isn’t lying. There are just some things you can’t make up.

“Then how am I holding you right now? You haven’t fainted,” I observe.

Her breath comes out in a rush. “I don’t know. I’m slightly freaking out right now. This has never happened before. I’m scared to death, but at the same time, I am enjoying it because I’ve never been this close to someone before. Not since all of those years of the abuse. Liam was the closest thing, but we never crossed that barrier. Now you’re holding me and I don’t want to move. I’m afraid the spell will break and I’ll be back to the old me. The me I hate.”

Her words are so sad and they break my heart. I turn us over on the couch so that we can face each other. My arms are still possessively wrapped around her. Something about her makes me want to keep her safe and close at all costs. From this position, I can see her face now. Suddenly, I want to touch every inch of her.

Sliding my arm that isn’t pinned under her up her body, I watch with interest as she shivers. My hand finds her cheek and I tentatively stroke it with my thumb. Her icy-blue eyes close and her lips part. Dipping my head down to hers, I softly kiss her lips. When her tongue shyly slips out to meet mine, we both gasp at the jolt of electricity that courses through us when they touch.

The kiss is sweet and innocent at first, but it quickly grows in intensity. It’s apparent that she’s drinking up her newfound abilities and testing the boundaries. It’s hot as hell to experience this with her. I push my tongue into her mouth and she moans but quickly thrusts hers against mine. Her hand shakily finds my hair and threads her fingers through it. Such a simple gesture, but it feels amazing.

When she moans again, I want her on top of me once more, so I roll over onto my back, pulling her on top of me. She surprises me when she straddles my hips to get a better position to kiss me. My cock strains to be freed from my denim, especially when she grinds herself into me.

“Oh my fucking God, Sidney. You are so fucking hot,” I groan as she rides me through my jeans. I haven’t been laid in months, and I can feel myself getting close to coming.

“How does this feel so good?” she asks, completely awestruck. I don’t have an answer, but I am in complete agreement.

She kisses me again, and my hands trail their way down her back until they are at her ass. Testing my theory, I slide up her dress, pleased to discover that she has no panties on. My hands slide over her bare ass and she moans loudly. I give both cheeks a little squeeze as I push her down against my cock.

“I want to be inside of you so fucking bad. I bet your pussy is dripping wet for me. Can I feel it, baby?” I croon.

She whimpers at my words but lifts up her pelvis as an answer. I move one of my hands around to the front and slip it under her dress. Easily, I locate a very wet spot between her legs and push a finger inside her.

“Lane!” she cries out.

Her pussy is incredibly tight, and it doesn’t take rocket science to figure out that she’s a virgin. When she begins to ride my finger, I use my thumb to massage her clit. She’s panting now, and within moments an orgasm consumes her body. Her body tightens fiercely around my finger. Once the clenching has stopped, I pull it out of her. She falls onto my chest, still breathing heavily.

“Wow. Um…that is better than they describe it in the romance books,” she admits.

I chuckle from underneath her. This woman is so different from anyone I’ve ever come in contact with. I’m spellbound.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Sidney, you have no idea the things I could do to you that feel one hundred times more exhilarating than that. I promise you, I will show you every last one.”

Her body reacts to my words as she snuggles into me. My dick still throbs for release, but I ignore it as I hold her. This girl is fragile and needs special care. I plan on treating her right.

“I can’t wait,” she tells me with a bit of sauciness to her voice, which surprises me.

Of course, my dick springs back to life. As her breaths even out, indicating that she’s asleep, I mentally force my cock back into submission by thinking of anything but the beautiful woman spread out over me.

 

 

I wake up to whimpering. Sidney is still asleep on my chest, but she appears to be having a nightmare. My hands stroke her back until she calms down again.

“Sidney, you should probably go to bed. It’s probably really late.”

“I don’t want you to leave. Will you come lie down with me?”

How will I ever be able to tell her no? The answer is never.

“Sure. Come on.”

Sleepily, she climbs off of me and begins turning off lights. I follow behind her and nearly choke when she yanks off her dress and climbs under her sheets. This woman has no modesty. It is weird and fucking sexy as hell at the same time. Finding the wall switch, I turn off the last light and blindly make my way to the other side of the bed, deciding that, if she is going to get comfortable, then so am I.

I unbuckle my jeans, letting them drop to the floor, and pull off my shirt. It seems smart to leave my boxers on. Her bedroom is cold as shit and I’m alarmed that there is only a sheet on the bed. Confused, I slide under it and rest my head on the pillow.

“Sidney?”

“Yeah?”

“Why the fuck is it so cold in here? Where are your blankets?”

“It’s a long story.”

“So this has something to do with your past as well.”

She sighs before she opens up. “Yeah. The bleach baths would burn my skin so badly that all I wanted was to find a cool relief. Cold sheets would soothe my skin. The habit is hard to break.”

It makes sense, but if I’m sleeping in this bed, then she’s keeping me warm.

“Come here,” I order. I can sense her sudden nervousness, but when I reach for her and pull her to me, she comes willingly.

One of her arms nervously slides across my bare chest. My arm pulls her closer and rests on her hip. I feel her breasts against my sides, her hard nipples pressing into me. It is going to be fucking impossible not to ravish her. When her leg slides over mine, resting just below my dick, I nearly go insane. We are simply cuddling, but the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it.

I try to regulate my breathing, but my pounding heart is impossible to control. How has this damaged woman gotten to me so quickly? We still haven’t figured out the whole Liam thing, but it doesn’t matter. What matters to me is that her naked body is pressed against mine.

Her hand delicately traces the grooves of my muscles under the sheet. I’m trying to remain calm, but the lower her hand goes, the less I can keep my cool. When two fingers slide just barely under the waistband of my boxers, I hold my breath.

“Can I touch it?” she asks innocently. But what she is asking is far from innocent. It will lead to not-so-innocent things. I groan because I want her to touch it. Badly.

“Sidney, if you touch it, I may not be able to control myself.”

Instead of taking heed of my warning, she slides her entire hand into my boxers and grasps my length. Her hands are cold but incredibly soft. My dick is rock hard, twitching in response.

“It’s so big but it feels smooth,” she observes.

I’m about to say something, but all thoughts fly out the window as she strokes me expertly. There isn’t much to giving a hand job, but Sidney is a motherfucking pro. I groan again and she stops.

“Am I hurting you? Am I doing it wrong?” she asks nervously.

I thrust my hips back toward her hand that still grips me. “Fuck no. You feel so good. Don’t stop, baby.”

I don’t have to see her face to know that she’s smiling. Her smile is one that I can feel somehow in the dark. She begins her stroking again, and within moments, I’m spurting my orgasm into my boxers.

She sits up for a minute and I fear she might run. But she laughs in the dark and it warms my soul.

“What’s so funny, missy?”

“Your boxers are all wet now.” Her laughter continues, and the sound is so fucking sweet that it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to climb on top of her and plunge my dick deep inside her.

“I guess we’ll have to fix that,” I tell her and pull them off. I use them to dry me off and toss them to the floor. “Now get over here and keep me warm,” I tease.

She once again molds herself to my body, but this time, we’re completely naked. The small patch of hair between her thighs tickles my hip.

“Lane, I don’t understand how I can do this with you. I feel like it’s a dream.”

For some reason, this makes me sad. This poor woman has been denied a normal life.

“Babe, from now on, this dream is your reality. I’m not going anywhere.” I kiss the top of her head.

We’re quiet for a bit, and I’m just drifting to sleep when I feel two firm lips sucking on my nipple. Of course, it jolts me and my cock awake.

“Damn, woman,” I growl as I gather her hair in my hand.

She gently bites down and I nearly go crazy. Having enough of her teasing, I take my turn. I roll us over until she’s underneath me. A gasp escapes her lips from the surprise movement, but she’s not freaking out. I begin softly kissing her neck and collarbone until I feel her hands in my hair, pushing me toward her breasts.

I flick my tongue out and tease the area around her nipple until she’s whining. Finally, I suck it into my mouth, teasing it, nibbling it. She’s moaning in pleasure now, and my cock is begging to climb inside her. Ignoring the thoughts coming from that head, I kiss along her belly, noting ridges from scarring along the way.

“Please kiss me,” she begs, and of course, I can’t deny her.

I climb up to her. Her legs come around my waist and urge me closer. Kissing her in this position is dangerous as I struggle to keep my cock from where it really wants to go. Resting it on her lower belly, I kiss her probably the hardest so far. I can’t get enough of her.

“Every bit of this feels so good, Lane,” she moans into my mouth. I pull her lip between my teeth, biting gently. “Oh God, I want you so badly,” she whimpers into my mouth. My mind is losing all sense of control because I want to take her right now.

“You’re a virgin, baby. It will hurt. I don’t want to hurt you,” I groan.

She tilts her pelvis up to me. I’m trying to hold on to the last thread of self-control, but when her small hand grabs ahold of my cock and slides it down to her wet opening, I have none left.

“Please. I want to feel you from the inside,” she begs. I’ve never been begged for sex before, and it makes me want it so fucking badly.

“But it will hurt,” I try again against her lips. My cock throbs with the need to be inside her. I don’t even realize that I’m sliding it between her folds, dragging it across her wetness.

“I’ve been hurt worse. Trust me. I can handle this.”

Losing that last thread of control, I find her opening and drive myself deep inside. My thrust is so fast and hard that her hymen is a thing of the past within seconds. She moans with what sounds like pleasure, and I take a moment to enjoy the way she feels around me. This is when I realize that I am inside her without a condom. When I go to move, the sensation feels so fucking good that I thrust a few more times before I regain control of my mind.

“Baby,” I pant, stopping for a moment. “I don’t have a fucking condom. We have to stop.”

“No,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop. I need this, Lane.” Her hips bounce up to mine as she uses her heels to dig into my ass for leverage. I find myself thrusting some more before I stop again.

“Baby, no. We really need to stop. You could get pregnant. I know I don’t have any diseases and you’re a virgin, but there is still a possibility of pregnancy.” I start to pull out, but she tightens her legs around my waist.

“Please, can’t you just pull it out before you come? Please.” Her begging is too much, and when she pulls my head to hers, kissing me deeply, I agree with her.

“Okay. Fuck. Yes.”

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Now do it harder.”

I begin pounding hard against her. Resting my hand on the bed beside her, I use the other one to stroke her clit while I slide in and out of her. She moans louder and louder as she gets close to coming.

“Lane!” she cries out and claws my back with her nails.

Her pussy clenches around my cock, and it feels so good that I feel my own hot climax start to pour into her. Fuck! I pull out quickly and shoot my load all over her belly. I’m pretty sure I pulled out in time. Fuck, I hope so. We need to get some fucking condoms, stat!

“That was amazing,” she praises me.

It was fucking amazing—until the end where I messed things up.

“We need to buy a box of fucking condoms at the store tomorrow because I plan on doing this again and again.”

She shivers from underneath me. “You might better buy two. I don’t plan on quitting any time soon.”

Those words nearly stop my heart.