Clover
I wake up in Emrys’ arms, shuffling back into his hold and pulling his arm tighter around me. ‘Kitten, if you keep pushing your pretty arse into me then I’m going to have to do something about it.’ He says as his hands begin to roam my body. It’s not any kind of threat I’m worried about, in fact, it only encourages me more.
He presses against me from behind, rough and commanding, but it’s not just dominance. It’s desperation. Like he needs to be inside me just to breathe. I arch into him, not because I’m submitting, although I would always be submissive for him, but because I want to feel his body, to prove to myself I’m still alive. That I’m more than what was done to me.
I push back into him harder and he groans as he pulls my leg over his hip so I’m wide open for him, pushing
