Leading Her from the Darkness

CHAPTER 22

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"That was-" I breath out.

"Fucking amazing," Dawson finishes my statement, squeezing my waist.

His arms wrap around me snuggly which causes me to nuzzle the top of my head under his chin into the crook of his neck instinctively; letting his scent and the scorching heat from his body envelope me as it invades every one of my senses. As we lie here, our skin sticks to one another - glued by the sweet, shimmering beads of sweat wedged between us. Our inked bodies are so intricately intertwined, that I can't even tell where his begins and mine ends.

Dawson's fingers are idly tracing patterns along the length of my back, peppering my skin with goosebumps. My head is settled on his chest - listening to the air flow through his lungs, subconsciously matching my breaths to its rhythm. I have never felt more at home with another person than I do in this very moment, lying on top of him - our souls molded together as one.

I feel Dawson's free hand move up and his fingers rake through my hair soothingly, letting the long waves fall across my back. His body shifts under mine briefly before he lets out an extended sigh. I can tell he has something on his mind, but I am too engrossed by his warmth to ask him what he's thinking about. After a few minutes of silence passes, I hear him clear his throat.

"Austyn?" he whispers into my hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"Hmm?" I hum.

"Are you okay? I mean... with what we just did? Are you okay that it happened?" he asks, worry coating his deep, raspy voice.

"If I wasn't okay with it, I would've stopped it and been running for the hills by now." I chuckle at the sound of his childlike innocence. He is normally full of certainty and sheer tenacity.

"Ouch. That's brutal." He retracts his hand from my back and places it over his heart, pretending to be hurt. His laugh vibrating in his chest as I continue to lie there, the sound making me smile as I swat at him playfully.

"Where'd your signature egotistical confidence go? I'm not used to you sounding so insecure," I joke, earning me a playful swat on my ass in return, which only causes me to laugh harder.

"Hey now! I'm feeling a little attacked. I was just asking, lady!" he guffaws. "And I am not insecure. I was just being courteous and checking on you."

I giggle, "I'm okay. I promise."

"Just okay? I feel like you should be better than okay, after a fuck like that," he snickers. Even though I'm not looking at him, I can tell that he's smirking.

"Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I am fucking fantastic," I exclaim humorously. "There. Are you happy? Geez."

"Very. Thank you." he smugly retorts. He taps my ass once more and I can't help but shake my head at his ridiculousness.

"So sensitive," I murmur under my breath before deciding to get louder. "You were marvelous... miraculous... magnanimous-"

I am cut off by his fingertips digging into my sides, tickling me relentlessly. I shriek, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but there is no such luck and my hope is lost to the wind.

"I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your voice and if you aren't nice to me, I might just have to withhold the mind-blowing sex that I have in store for you later," he goads, the tickling growing more and more intense every single second, making my body spasm uncontrollably.