It was the first thing he’d said to her when he snuck into her room in Belhaven. What the world saw as wrong or tried to fix, was just different. It wasn’t bad. But it was real. And where they were hurt the most wasn’t visible.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

Always and with everything in her. She nodded.

“Then give me your mouth.” He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into his skin. The muscles of his stomach.

She learned him by smell. By touch. Rubbing her face against him like a kitten looking for a pat.

And then, finally, her lips traced the veins on his cock to the tip and she looked up at him, just making sure he was still with her. He wasn’t braced in an awful way, stomaching this so she’d do what he wanted her to do.

But the look on his face was nothing but hunger. Eyes blazing, lips parted. She’d never seen him so nakedly reveal what he was feeling. Ever. And it was hotter than his cock. It was hotter than anything she’d ever been a part of before. Don’t love him, she told herself and then she opened her mouth and let him inside.

He hissed and then swallowed it. More control he was losing. More of how he felt being revealed. And Zilla wanted more. Needed more. Craved all of it.

“Suck me, Zilla,” he whispered and she moaned. Taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. Easing back. Again. He slid his fingers in her hair, cupping her skull. She stopped moving so she could feel him moving. The slow push and pull he couldn’t fight. Thrusting deeper inside of her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing him. Knowing, because she knew him, that he would like the tiniest edge of pain with his pleasure. The slight pressure of her nail against his sensitive skin. Again another sound he couldn’t stop. The sound of her name on a gasp.

“More,” he said and she made her own uncontrollable sound in her throat. He slipped a hand away from her head to reach between her legs and she wanted that. Wanted every part of this. But if he touched her, this would all be over too soon. And since it was never going to happen again, she wanted to remember every moment of it. Every touch. She couldn’t get distracted.

She pushed his hand away. He tried again, but she pushed him away again. And finally he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off of him.

Yeah, if he thought pulling her hair was going to make her back off, he didn’t know her. But then, that had always seemed like the problem. He knew her better than anyone. And he still walked away.

“Don’t distract me,” Zilla said.