Cuts Deeper Than Love

Chapter 02: Reunion, Recovery, Recuperation.

Luhan had a way of making Ina forget everything else and just long to be his. His and his only. With the way he was kissing her, there was magic on his lips.

Except when he shed his clothes, all his scars were revealed. There were cuts on his ankles and calves, but none so prominent and afflictive as the ones on his back. They took the longest to heal and must have itched a lot, which made the recovery process even more painful for him.

"Baby..." she whispered, looking up at him in pity.

He shook his head as he removed the last of her garments. "I'd rather have scars that are reminders of our passion."

"I'll fix you a cure. A simple potion should do it," she blurted, knowing it might ruin the erotic mood, but it just hurt her too much to see how much he had suffered. "I can't stand that you're in pain."

"It can wait," he insisted, dipping to kiss her collarbone. "The only cure I need right now is you."

"I need you too," she admitted, grasping his shoulders. "Badly. So please. Let me take the pain away."

"I'm all yours," he declared. It was exactly what she wanted to hear. She loved the skin-to-skin contact. She loved being intimate with him. She loved every single kiss he gave her on his lips' trail down her torso. When he instructed her to lie on her side she had zero complaints and complied immediately. Granted, being a few years older than her, he had more wonders to show her and open her eyes to, and she was so willing.

Already kneeling, he slid one knee between her legs so that her body was perpendicular to his. She gazed at him pleadingly and bit down on her lip, but opened her mouth again to moan as soon as he entered her. Neither of them could take their eyes off of each other. The desire to reconnect was so powerful that without a second thought, he had laced his hand in hers, fingers intertwining. With ease, he thrusted, and let out a groan. His voice was so beautiful and the noises he made were so delightful that she suspected she could climax from just these heavenly sounds. It was so hot that she gripped at the sheets with her free hand, and she had never thought that he could elicit this reaction from her when he was just getting started. But it was so good, so very good there was nothing she could do about it but accept it and succumb to it. She knew she was done for when he was hitting all those spots that were hard to reach. The stimulation was spot-on, pun intended. Could this sizzling passion be attributed to her misfortune of having to be separated from him for such a long time? But damn it, she could not bear any thought of being away from him, ever again. In fact, she needed even more of him, so she tugged at him to express that need, and effectively made him speed up at the same time as giving it to her harder.

She reciprocated that effort by shifting to keep her legs open only slightly, just wide enough for him to access her wettest parts that were most desperate for his attention. Unmistakable smirks were exchanged in acknowledgement of her attempts to vary the sensations and stay tight for him so that he could feel more friction on his length as he slid in and out of her. He grunted in response and slowed down, which made her whine. At that, he pushed deeper into her and picked up the pace again, eager to satisfy her. Each thrust felt deliciously fulfilling, both of them vocal about their enjoyment. A hiss escaped her throat when she was close. She would have thought that the satisfying view of her hot body and his tight grip on her hips would be his express ticket to his high, but she was proven wrong when she was the one who got there first — the orgasmic sensations wrecked through her core and rendered her incoherent. She squeezed his hand tight and completely lost herself in it, drawing shallow, quick breaths that were just enough to allow her to curse about how this feeling was a blessing. It washed over her completely and it was not until it was eventually subsiding that he had pulled out from her. But she did not question him. Instead, she found the energy to crawl to him, immediately taking his length in her hands, stroking and pumping whilst she looked up at him. Proudly he met her gaze for a moment before beginning to throw his head back as the pleasure escalated for him, and his hands went from caressing her cheeks to tugging lightly at her hair. She then took him in her mouth, surprising him with the added warmth. It was one glorious groan after another as her tongue's movements led to peak after peak of ecstasy, until his body reacted so strongly to the overwhelming bliss that her mouth was filled. Quietly and happily, she swallowed, and he grunted in content as his breathing calmed.