Pain Management

Chapter 9: Long-Term Side Effects, Pt. 2

You moved your hands to the sides of Law's face, palms settling in the hollows of his cheeks, thumbs gently caressing the contours of his cheekbones, trying to commit the topography of his peaks and valleys to memory. The tip of his nose was pressed to yours, his soft lips grazing you with feather-light touches, every trace of a kiss feeling like it was both the first and the last. Your eyes drifted shut as you savored every lingering sensation, just in case he changed his mind, just in case you lost the nerve to pursue what you both knew you wanted, just in case you were somehow pulled apart and set adrift from each other once more.

Law sucked and bit at your lower lip, taking it between his teeth, then soothing it with his tongue before he plunged it inside your mouth. Every kiss grew more urgent, more possessive, like he needed to claim every part of you as his, starting in earnest with your swollen lips. His longing for you felt like it would eclipse your own as his hands lowered, strong fingers digging into the soft plush of your hips through your sweats; he pressed you down against his pelvis, and you felt a growing hardness beneath you, straining against the thick fabric of his jeans. You would have gladly continued to grind against him if that's what he demanded, seeking release in the comfort of his lap, held down by a bruising grip. But you both needed more, needed to find that connection that you'd chased after again and again, the one that was always just out of reach, hidden behind the barriers that walled him in.

"Let's go to bed, needy girl," Law cooed in that honey-sweet tone as he nipped at your lower lip. "I think you want something else from me."

Moving was torture, every nerve and muscle shouting at you to stay joined to him, to stay spread out across his steely thighs. Everything felt so tenuous, as though if you let each other go, even for a moment, even just long enough to move to the mattress so you could take what you needed from each other, that it would all fade away into nothing, leaving you yearning and empty again. You lowered yourself to the bed and he followed, kneeling down on the floor in front of you, slotting himself between your parted thighs to feed from the sweetness of your mouth again.

Your shirt was quickly discarded, his hands now free to caress the soft outlines of your form, palms exploring the expanse of your body, muttered words falling from his lips—how perfect you felt, how beautiful you were, how you were more than he ever dreamed. His mouth drifted across your neck as he cupped your breasts in his hands, lightly kneading and squeezing, his thumbs making gentle movements over your nipples until he earned a quiet moan from you, then another, and another.

"I know what you need," he whispered into your collarbone as you huffed a sigh; his hands lowered to your waist, and he tugged at the waistband of your sweatpants. "Lift."

You raised your hips just enough for him to slide them down your lower body, yanking them off and tossing them to the side. Law groaned softly at the sight before him, the thin strip of cotton between your legs barely covering anything, your pubic hair visible on either side, and a darkened, damp spot forming in the middle. He leaned down and nosed at your clothed slit, the heat of his breath penetrating the fabric.

"So, this is all mine now, huh?" he asked as he inhaled you, his eyes closing, his tattooed fingers gripping your thighs every time you filled his lungs.

"All yours," you sighed, leaning back on your palms to watch how intoxicated he was becoming off your scent, looking like a man possessed. He pressed the tip of his tongue down on the thin fabric that shielded your clit, and you covered your mouth to keep the sordid noise that crept up your throat from spilling into the room.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he moaned into you, his teeth tugging at your underwear, nipping at your clothed flesh. "I just want to fucking ruin you."

You already have, a million times over, you think while you run your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face so you could watch as he licked and kissed you through your soaked panties. "You don't have to get me off again."