Healing Melody by Priya Grey, Ozlo Grey Page B

reaches for the buttons on my chambray shirt. My heart beat races.  
    He’s going to see the flawed skin on my chest!  
    I quickly grab his wrist. He stops then looks at me. That soulful sadness has returned to his gaze.  
    “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “We all have scars.” His voice echoes the haunted turmoil of recent trauma. I realize that the only difference between Kade and I might be that my scars are visible and his hide underneath the surface.  
    I sense he understands my inner conflict because he might be going through his own. I knew there was a reason why I chose him.  
    He’s haunted just like I am.  
    I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize I’m in very safe hands.
    I let go of his wrist, letting him proceed.
    He moves in closer. We’re so close; we could kiss…
    He unbuttons my shirt and gently slides it off my shoulders. I raise my arms above my head allowing him to pull off my black tank top. With adept fingers he unfastens my bra. Slowly and ever so gently, he begins running his strong, firm hands over my fragile skin, over my breasts. My body springs to life at the sensation of his touch. I rest my hand against his chest as he kisses the side of my neck. His warm lips against my tough, ropey skin are welcomed and needed.
    He continues with a trail of kisses down my chest, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, gently tugging on my nipple. Lord, how I’ve missed a man’s lips on my body, on my tits. I grab the back of his head and press it against my chest. His touch makes me forget all my inhibitions.
    Kade drops to his knees. He looks at me as he runs his hands up my legs and under my peasant skirt.
    My breath catches as I feel his fingers reach over the top of my undies. He slides them over my hips, and down my legs.  
    I help him by taking off my skirt. It drops to the floor. Except for my mask, I’m completely naked, just like him.  
    Kade gets back to his feet. He runs his fingers over my scarred skin, his digits delicately dancing across my flesh. He squeezes my shoulders, motioning me to turn around. He continues running his hands down my back. Then he squeezes my ass.
    I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
    I struggle to stifle the emotion that suddenly overwhelms me. He may be lying, but I don’t care. I appreciate his words and need to hear them. This isn’t about sex anymore. His presence – here, in my bedroom – makes me feel alive again.
    Kade moves closer, and I feel his cock, now fully erect, press against my backside.
    “Here’s the proof that you having nothing to be ashamed of,” he says with a growl. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
    I’m overcome with gratitude and desire. A tear rolls down my cheek. To be wanted this way, by another human being, is something I never thought I’d experience again.  
    Kade leans forward and wraps his strong arm around my waist. His fingers slide across my belly, toward my crotch. He begins to tease my wet lips with his fingers.
    “You need this: me, inside you,” he says in a low whisper.
    “You have no idea,” I reply, resting the back of my head against his shoulder, thankful for his presence.  
    “Well, the waits over,” he growls and places another kiss on my shoulder.  
    Slowly, he turns me so I face him. I’m surprised by the lust and passion burning in his eyes. Could it really be for someone like me? I glance down at his rock-hard cock.
    “Lie on the bed,” he orders. “It’s time I give you what you need.”
    Grateful, I follow his instructions.  
    Kade grabs a condom from his jeans and slips it on his cock. Then he climbs over me. I feel the tip of his cock nudge against my pussy.
    I look into his dark, intense eyes and press my hands against his chest.  
    “You ready?” he asks.  
    I want to kiss his luscious lips, but can’t. I simply nod.  
    Kade shifts his hips and I feel the head of his cock slowly