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“It’s me, Red.”

I feel movement slowed, and his hand suddenly grips my knee. I jerk back unused to not seeing again.

“Fuck,” Zion mutters ripping his hand from me.

“No, please don’t,” I beg, realizing it probably looks and sounds like I don’t want him to touch me. “Grab my hand, please.” I shakily hold my hand out, waiting until he places his overly large hand in mine.I nearly sob when his familiar, callused hand grips mine.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling my body to his.

“N-nightmare.” Fumbling to wrap my arms around his neck, I breathe into his neck. Pine and honey wood. The same smell he had when he grabbed me from that basement. It was him; it was truly him. Sobbing into his neck, I know I’m hurting his neck from the force I’m embedding my nails.

Zion hisses but doesn't stop me.

“Come on, Red.” Suddenly I’m being lifted, slowly. I can feel him moving around the bed before his back settles against something. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” he repeats over and over again. Reminding me that this stranger, who is no longer truly a stranger, has shown me more compassion than my own blood has.

“There were two of them that raped me from the time I was eleven until fifteen. It didn’t stop because they wanted to, or someone found out. They had to stop because Dan sent them to a different club. On the bus, that, uh, that was the first time I’ve seen one of them since.” I don’t know why I’m suddenly rambling on about what Tiger and Reaper have done to me. I’ve accepted it. I do my best to not let them affect me anymore. But it’s always around this time of year that I get nightmares.

“And you still don’t want me to go after them?” Zion’s voice is rough with anger, and I can tell he barely holds on to what little control he has.

“There’s a lot of them, Zion, a lot.”

“I can get help if you’re that worried.” He grabs my neck forcing my face back. I refuse to open my eyes and that only seems to make him more upset. “Open them!” he growls.

I’m weak because I can’t deny him.

Nothing.

And I refuse to cry over not seeing, especially in front of Zion. I don’t want him to think of me as weak.

“They’re blurrier,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against my nose, and I lose it. Tears stream down my face.

“It’s a bad day,” I mumble. Hoping he understands what I’m saying without having to actually say the words.

“Then let me be your eyes, Red. Let me show you that you don’t need your eyes to see,” he whispers against my lips, licking along the seam of my mouth.

Opening my mouth, he controls our kiss, and that’s fine with me. I surrender myself to him. Zion might have found me by accident, but my feelings for him aren’t. My hands reach for his face, loving that he drags me closer to him before he lifts and lays us down. I’m straddling his stomach, his hands holding my sides for dear life.

I can feel his hardness. And I love it. That kissing me can cause this reaction from him.

“Sit on my face.” Zion pulls away, his hands grabbing my waist.

“Uh, what?”

“I said, sit on my face,” he growls, pulling on my sleep shorts. And for some reason he doesn't have to tell me twice. Though he did, I don’t need him to tell me again. Helping to shimmy out of my shorts, I climb up his body, realizing he has taken his shirt off. I fumble with trying to sit myself on his face. Thankfully Zion grabs my ass and lifts me up until I’m set down directly on his awaiting mouth.

“Oh, lord.” I moan, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking hard.

My full weight is sitting on this man's face. I’m smothering him, I have to be. I shouldn’t be this turned on from suffocating him, but holy moly. I’m more turned on then I’ve ever been, and Zion seems to be enjoying it as well.

It’s faint but I hear his zipper before the movement of the bed shaking from jacking off.He’s turned on and jacking off just from eating my pussy.

“Oh, god,” I moan. Cupping my tits, I squeeze and before I know it, I begin rocking my hips. Needing his tongue deeper and harder. But also needing his mouth to latch back on my clit.

Suddenly Zion bites my clit before his tongue plunges into my hole and I cum. Zion grunts underneath me. Taking it as my cue to move, I attempt to lift. My legs are weak from my orgasm, yet Zion grips my thigh with one hand, stopping. I’m unsure what he wants, until he groans into my pussy, his tongue going lax.

Finally, he lets me scoot back so I’m once again sitting on his chest. His arms wrap around my thighs, and his breathing slowly calms.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.” He laughs into the room. “Holy shit.”