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“I can’t.” I fight to wiggle away, my clit overly sensitive. Abel brings his forearm down over my hips, pinning me in place. “I can’t.” I shake my head.
“You will.” He thrusts a finger inside of me, filling me up.
“Oh God.” How is another one coming already? He hooks his finger inside of me, hitting something I have never felt before. I scream out my pleasure, and wetness floods from me. I swear black spots dance in my eyes, and it takes a second for me to catch my breath while Abel is licking up every drop. I melt into the bed.
I must fall asleep because when I open my eyes I’m lying on my side with Abel behind me. One of his legs is thrown over both of mine, with his arm wrapped around me. He has me pressed snugly against him. Really, I’m kind of cocooned in him.
“Sorry,” he whispers against my ear.
“What?” I try to turn, but I can’t move.
“I kept going, and I?—”
“I loved it, Abel. If I really wanted you to stop, you would have.”
“I’m not sure that’s true.” He kisses my neck and then rolls away. I turn to see him sitting on the side of the bed. I crawl across it to get to him. I don’t miss the scars across his back. I wrap myself around him from behind.
“I’m not scared of you, Abel.” I press a kiss to his shoulder.
“You’re naïve.”
“Okay.” I press another kiss to his shoulder. I think Abel might have more scars on the inside than out. “So what are you saying, then? Do you want me to stop?” I press my mouth to him again.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” I start to scoot back, but he turns, snagging me around the waist. He easily plucks me up and around into his lap so that I’m straddling him. It’s a reminder that I’m naked from the waist down. “So then what?” His brows furrow together. I lift up and kiss between them. “I kinda really like this kissing thing.”
“I more than like it.” He doesn’t sound too happy about it when he says it.
“Abel.”
“Not letting you go.”
“I didn’t ask you to. In fact, I think you might be pushing me away.”
“You’re in my lap.”
I snort a laugh. “Okay, I am, but I’m not talking about physically.”
“My head is fucked up, Angel.”
“We all got our shit.” I mean, he works for my father, so he has to know that my family life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
“Not you.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes.
“You’re perfect.”
“That's sweet of you to say.”
“It’s true,” he half-growls at me.
“Are you getting mad on my behalf?”
He shrugs. I trace my finger along his lips. I’m not sure what is going on in Abel’s head. That might take some time for me to uncover, so for now, I’ll kiss him.
Maybe kisses can heal, after all.