Pretty Little Mess
"Look at me, Sunshine," he whispered softly, his fingers grazing her stomach. "Don't you want to see the beautiful mess I've made of you?"
Tobias' strong grip on her shoulders held Leah in place. She clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to look away. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, their sweaty skin and the heat of their passion warming the room. She struggled to keep her thoughts together as his hands roamed over her.
Her only answer was a whimper, her legs trembling as she tried to suppress the urge to bite her tongue. Tobias had her exactly where he wanted her – on her knees, exposed before the floor-length mirror, her eyes closed tight while he thrust inside her repeatedly.
Leah had already climaxed twice in the throes of her passion – her juices dripping down her legs as she begged her Dom to "please, go on, don't stop, right there...please let me cum, Dom!" She wanted to give in, needed to give in to his desires, needed his approval more than she could express in mere thoughts.
His fingers traveled lower, teasing her sensitive skin before finding their way up to her slit.
"Please," she begged, desperately needing something to replace the emptiness inside of her. "Oh, Dom, please..."
But his touch lingered just out of reach of her clit, pushing her to the brink of wanton need.
"Open your eyes," his tone was harsh, his voice proximity to her ear sending a shiver down her spine. "Open your eyes, my sweet Omega girl."
And she did.
Although her scars were something she never wanted him to see, she couldn't resist obeying his every command. Even when he pushed her to the limits, she knew he would never let her fall.
What still amazed her was that someone so perfect as him could ever see anything in someone as weak as her.
His hand trailed up again, stroking the scars on her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirrors above them. He scooped her up and pinned her against his body, his lips brushing against her ear as he demanded eye contact.
"What color?"
"I...I can't...I'm sorry..." Leah cried out, tears blurring her vision. Despite the fear in her heart, she couldn't stop herself from reaching up and clinging to him.
Tobias' arms tightened around her, his lips brushing against her temple in an embrace of affection.
"It's okay, baby." He whispered into her ear. "Just relax."
He held her as she cried, rocking her gently against him as she shook with the aftermath of her orgasms. "I'm not ugly..."
"Hush," he said, reaching up to brush the tears from her cheeks. She pressed her face against his chest, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. "I want to show you something, Leah."
He pulled away, holding her firmly in place. "Stay like that, stay still," his voice full of demand. His hands glided up her sides, still grazing her scars before coming to rest on her shoulder.
"Are you ready to be a good Omega and fulfill my desire?"
"Yes, Dom," her words barely more than a whisper, her breath catching in her throat as he began to touch her scars.
"You're so beautiful, Leah," he murmured, his voice reverent. "Look at you. You're so strong."
She felt his lips against hers, a loving touch on her lips that held the promise of something more. "Close your eyes."
And she did, her heart hammering in her chest as he touched her burns once more, brushing them gently before she heard him say "Open them – don't you dare look away from the mirror."
"Please, God...," she gasped, her body trembling as he continued to touch her.
"Look..." he instructed softly, his eyes glued to hers in the mirrors on the ceiling. "This is what you are – a strong, beautiful girl who has overcome her pain."
In the mirrors, she saw his face as he looked at her. "You're so pretty, Leah..."
Sweet Dominant, he's right. I am strong. I'm beautiful.
Tears dripped down her cheeks, her body shaking as she realized the truth of his words. "I am," she mumbled, lost in the newfound confidence. Her breathing evened out, his touch making her realize she was worthy of loving. "I'm strong... so strong."
She felt him kiss her again, his hand trailing down her back, stroking her side as he whispered.
"Good. My perfect sweet little Omega girl."
Moving down, he lingered over the more prominent scars on her arms. They had faded somewhat, but still stood out against her skin, creating jagged lines that marred her previously unblemished flesh. She bit her lip to hold back a pained whimper, closing her eyes in fear as uninvited memories crept in – memories of flames licking and burning her body as she clung to life, fighting her way to freedom.
"Your skin feels so soft," he said, his voice low and intimate. "It's like the first layer of snow in winter. The scars are just proof that you've endured so much, that you've persevered and triumphed." Bending down, he puckered his lips and pressed kiss after kiss onto the marks. His warm breath made her shudder, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin and making her gasp.
"Are you still afraid I'm only here for sex?" His words contained no malice, just concerned love as he looked up at her from beneath heavy eyelashes. Her mouth curled into a small nod, feeling ashamed, though that nod transformed into a moan of pleasure when he traced a scar with his tongue – the one that cut across from her shoulder to her collarbone in a deep, agonizing line.
"That is completely untrue," he soothed gently. Leah was finding it difficult to breathe as he switched sides, nibbling hard enough to leave a mark in the crook of her elbow.
"I-I," she gasped out, her back arching slightly away from the bed as his hips rolled into hers.
"No matter what My Love, I will give you anything you need," he murmured, nipping the shell of her ear now. Looking into her eyes, he withdrew to capture her gaze and searched for confirmation. She nodded, eyes bright with tears, though they transformed into a shiver of ecstasy at his next move.
"You want me, don't you?" His lips spread into a mischievous grin as he trailed kisses down her chest towards her arm. One more bite, another gentle kiss into the depression of her elbow, and she shivered under his touch.
"Jason...!"
"That's it, my dear. Let me show you," his silver hair shifted with his movements while he sucked gently on her pink nipple. His hand worked over her other breast, squeezing tenderly. Leah watched her reflection in the mirror – a blush pinked her cheeks, her pupils dilated so wide her eyes appeared nearly black, her lips parted in a wanton sigh. Jason pulled back after a time, hovering over her body as he caressed her stomach, then traveling further south to kiss and lick her inner thighs.
"You're not just an Omega to me," he whispered hoarsely, leaning down to grind his hips against her. "You're my mate, you're my whole world."
Leah couldn't look away as his golden gaze returned to meet hers. Her fingers whitened around the headboard as her chest heaved, puffing up her breasts. Her skin glistened with sweat as she gave herself over to him, sighing as wave after wave of her ecstasy overwhelmed her. The stimulation never ceased, carefully convincing her to let go and enjoy his touch.
"This isn't just lust," he remarked, voice swollen with emotion. "You are so much more than that. You're my wife."
"My husband!" It was the only thing she could filter through all the lust clouding her mind, as he continued his careful ministrations. He intoxicated her.
"You're the bravest person I know," he muttered, his hips snacking against her rhythmically. "You're so gorgeous, absolutely beautiful, scars and all. I love every square inch of you."
She shuddered through another orgasm, feeling the last waves of her release subside. Her body felt increasingly relaxed; the moment of calm before the next crescendo. When the next wave hit, Jason withdrew, flipping her easily over onto her back. He buried his face between her thighs, making her whimper with awe and relief.
"Jason!" Her grip on the headboard was so tight it took effort to release it. She sighed as his fingers slid over the sweat on her skin, gently stroking her. He pressed another kiss to her forehead.
"Every. Word." His voice was husky with desire as he lifted his head to look into her eyes.
"I love you."
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