Saving Scout O'Brian (REMASTERED)

Thirteen

Scout

I stroked my fingers across her smooth skin, tracing symbols that weren't there. Her thigh draped across my bare hips, her soft breaths puffed into the crook of my neck. I stared at the ceiling, a hazy smile on my face as my fingers subconsciously tightening their grip, causing her to shift. I lifted my head to glance at her when a whimper left her mouth, a frown lingering at the corners of my mouth at her pained features and flickering eyelids. I reached my freehand around, brushing the hair from her face, curling a silky lock around my finger before I trailed my knuckles down her cheek. Slowly, I shifted from beneath her, my body hovering over hers, my brows furrowed in concentration. The sheet slid down as she suddenly thrashed, and a growl began to build in my throat. I didn't shush her, or grab her, or draw her close.

I kissed her. I kissed her with feeling.

At first she fought it, startling awake with terror.

I slid my fingers around the back of her head, through her hair, brushing her scars. My mouth moved solidly against hers, a reverent moan escaping when she finally softened into me, her lips parting, our tongues clashing. Sinking her teeth into my bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, I grinned, my eyes flashing open. The sheets pooled from her body as she shifted me onto my back, her thighs pinning my hips down as she straddled me. My hands found her hips, flexing, my thrown back as she kissed a pathway from my neck to my collarbone, her fingers moving to the hem of my shirt, brushing the scar at my hip.

I stilled. My body became stone beneath her tentative touches.

"Let me." She breathed, pressing a kiss to my clenched jaw.

No one has touched me in years.

My fingers found her wrists, thumbs sliding across faint wire-thin scarring. It secured me. We were both born of bloody violent things, of monsters and terror. I knew this, and yet I trembled with fury at the feeling of fear. The hissing started in my belly, growing louder with each painfully labored breath.

"Scout." She said through the wind in my ears, her fingers on my face, trying to force my unseeing gaze to hers. "Look at me."

Fury made me mean, ruthless, and yet she didn't so much as squeak when I flipped us, pinning her wrists above her head, my other hand bracing my weight off of her. I breathed hard, her bare chest brushing mine. Her warm thighs wrapped around me, pulling me into her.

"You'll always be mine." He laughed.

I shook my head to clear his voice from my mind, snarling.

"Scout." She said again, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed when I finally looked at her. My fingers tightened slightly, and she didn't even wince. My heart warmed, the tension slowly leaking from my body at the knowledge that she trusted me.

A silver sea rocked in her eyes, swirling, holding me captive with its unwavering devotion.

I bent to kiss her lips, her chin, her cheeks, the tip of her nose.

My voice was a hoarse whisper of shame against her skin. "Forgive me."

Her thighs squeezed me tighter, and I could feel the blistering heat of her seeping into my core.