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"I'm not gon' stop because you need to hear this." Leaning my head down, I took in her scar that was a few shades darker than her complexion. I gently traced the curve with my finger, then did the same with my lips.

"Crown." Her breathing hitched. "It... it feels good when you do that." I kissed along the curve again, loving how her body pressed against my lips in angst.

"You know why it feels so good?"

"No."

I grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her jaw, bringing her gaze to mine.

"It feels good because I'm not just kissing a part of you that's been wounded. I'm honoring a situation you didn't ask to be placed in. Right here..."

This time, I licked along the scar. Her body shivered, and my dick bricked. "This is where your body broke to become whole. It's the spot where your softness proved its strength."

I kissed along it again and let my hands slip from her face.

My fingers brushed across her nipples, then gripped her thighs.

Four parted her legs wide, inviting me in.

She was still bleeding from her surgery.

Lakelyn had me pick up a bunch of panties that had the pad built into 'em somehow.

I slipped them shits to the side and rubbed along her slit, finding my way to her clit.

Adding enough pressure, my thumb rubbed against her.

Husky murmurs parted her lips. The scent of her wetness rose from between her legs, entrapping my senses.

Looking down at my dick, I caught the wet spot from the pre-cum. Four had my dick dripping.

Pushing two fingers in her, I watched intently to see if it caused pain, but Four unraveled in front of me. Her body rocked against my fingers, her walls pulling them further into her stickiness.

"Fuccckkk!" she quivered, but I groaned that shit too. The love faces her pretty ass made were perfect.

"This is beauty," I whispered. "You are fucking beautiful. Anything that finds its way onto your body, whether purposely or mistakenly, is an addition to your beauty, not a subtraction. You hear me, Four?"

"Yesss!" she screamed, her chest heaving with pleasure.

"Then tell me. Tell me your scar adds to your beauty." Rubbing her clit faster, I pushed my fingers deeper, before stopping all movement.

"Crown!" She grimaced, bucking her eyes open.

"I don't give a fuck 'bout that grit in your tone. My dick's 'bout to turn into the muthafuckin' hulk and tear these briefs to shred. The least your sexy ass can do is moan what the fuck I want to hear."

I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her spoiled ass. She smiled, tossed her head back then moaned for a nigga.

"My scar only adds to my beauty. It doesn't take away from it."

"Yeaah, Four, that's what your nigga wants to hear. You look so fucking sexy, my baby. Ride these fingers like it's the dick you love and let me see my pussy cream."

"I... I... need more."

"Need more what? Fingers?" She nodded aggressively until I stuck a third finger in her. Her pussy got tight ass fuck, her clit throbbing against my thumb.

"Damn you gon' cream for me Four? Yeah, this pussy gon' make my fingers come out milky white. Ride that wave, Four, don't let up." I was hungry for pleasure, but not mine, hers. My appetite wouldn't be satisfied until I felt ecstasy make my fingers numb.

"Tell me what you want a nigga to be for you."

Four was in a world of her own. Her hips rode to the rhythm of my fingers and her pussy was sticky, and gripping the shit out of my fingers.

"Four." Kissing her scar brought a tremble out of her, but not an answer to my question.

"I know what you need, Four, but I can't force it on you.

That's why you gotta tell me, baby. You got me cummin' in my briefs like I'm some wet behind the ear ass nigga.

You make fingering you so fuckin' sexy. I wanna give you the world and whatever goes beyond that shit but I need you to tell me what you need.

Shit, your pussy feels so fuckin' good. You 'bout to cum.

Yeah, I needed that. Cum from me, Mrs. Gravehart and tell your husband what you need. "

Four glanced toward me, eyes welling with tears.

"I... I... want you to be my safe place. I want you to be the one who sees me." Her voice dropped an octave, sounding smoky yet sexy.

"I see you, Four," I husked.

"Not as Four but River. I want you to know her, but you have to be the person who protects her without caging her."

"See, you're running from a nigga because of how well I know you, but it's cool. Just know I got you... River."

"Crown," she hitched as her body began to quake. She grabbed my wrist not to stop herself but to keep herself from falling over.

"Damn, I wish I could feel this on my dick. You cummin' hard as fuck Four and you look beautiful doing it. Kiss me." Four kissed me hungrily, riding the wave of her orgasm.

The fuck .

A deep, throaty sob broke our kiss as her body tensed, then shattered. She collapsed forward, her head against my chest. I brought my hand up to her chest to cup her chin but stopped when I felt how heavy her heart was pounding.

"Four," I whispered, confused as fuck about what just happened.

"Crown," she sobbed harder.

"Nah, don't say nothing," I whispered, holding her close.

Reaching around her, I wiped my hand that was between her legs on the sheets. I picked her up and brought her to the top of her bed. She climbed off me, curling her body against a pillow and got under the covers. I got behind her, bringing her back to my front.

"Crown, your dick is poking me." She giggled softly.

"Shut up, Four." I chuckled.

She snuggled closer and within seconds, her ass was softly snoring.

As close as she was, I wanted her closer.

I buried my face in her hair and closed my eyes.

A nigga was probably gon' catch blue balls from this shit.

What happened, tho', was bigger than my balls hurting for a few hours.

Four, or should I say River, in her own way, gave me the answer I'd been searching for.

Anytime I've said I had enough love for both of us, I meant it.

I was more so confused on whether my love was enough for her.

I knew about Four but missed too many chapters on River.

For me to learn her, she had to first accept me as the safe place she's been without.

What I knew as facts, she was starting to see as the truth on her own.

Four was the real muthafuckin' Mrs. Gravehart.