“But I’m your spoiled-ass brat.” She barely managed the words. They were a ghost on her lips. Morgan pinched her eyes closed as he released one of her hands. She used her newfound freedom to grip his head and push him south. Messiah obliged, rolling down her panties and taking her swollen clit between his lips. She was like a pink Starburst … the motherfucking best out of the bunch. “I miss this shit, shorty. Damn,” he groaned as he pulled on it with his full lips, hoisting up her hips to press her into him, adding pressure. Morgan’s back arched clean off the bed as she grunted. This was wrong. She was in love with someone else, but damn it, how could she deny that behind all that anger for Messiah was indeed the love he had abandoned? She loved his bitch ass too. She didn’t know if she was cheating on her fiancé, cheating on Meek, or cheating on Messiah, but she was definitely cheating. Perhaps herself. She was cheating on her soul, but she couldn’t stop. Messiah smeared his face in her wet. Nasty. Nasty as ever for her, especially after all this time. She reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head, and the reflection of his back in the mirror made her eyes mist in disbelief. A mural of her face was staring back at her in the reflection. His body was a canvas dedicated to her. It hadn’t been there two years ago. That tattoo was proof that he had thought of her while he was away. Her heart ached. It was bawling. She could feel her soul bleeding. How had they lost touch with each other for so long? How had he let it occur? How could he not need her? Not once had he reached out. Morgan had so many questions.

“Your back, Messiah,” she gasped.

He paused and came up for air, his eyes meeting hers. “Every inch of me belongs to you, Mo,” he said.

A streak of guilt flashed in her eyes because they both knew she had given her body away. He rubbed a gentle finger on the cover-up tattoo where his name used to be. She didn’t know what to say.

“Lay down, shorty,” he said as he went back down. Any grudge he held he took out on her clit. He made light work of her body, sucking that first orgasm out of her so fast Morgan had no time to do anything but bask in it. Colors exploded behind her lids as his soft tongue lapped at the small piece of flesh between her swollen labia.

“Ugh!” she groaned. “Agh!”

Messiah came up her body, peeling that dress up along the way. The feeling of his erection dragging against her skin made Morgan weak. Her head spun like an addict’s, pining for her first hit. Hoisting her legs over his shoulders, Messiah entered her.