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  No matter what he had to do.

  At last she seemed to have had enough of his mouth on her nipples. Moaning, she pulled back a little, letting the rosy tip of her breast slide from between his lips. Owen gave her one last kiss and looked up.

  “Better, Leah?”

  “So much better,” she assured him. “My breasts, anyway. Only”—she bit her lip—“that…that wasn’t the only place he… I mean, it…it was all over me. My stomach. My hips. My thighs…”

  “I understand,” he said roughly. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  “Thank you, Owen,” she whispered as he let his hand slide down her belly to stroke her thighs. “You’re so good to me.”

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he murmured as she spread her legs. “And so… Hey, you shaved yourself.”

  She nodded and looked at him uncertainly. “I wanted to be completely clean, and that seemed like the best way. Does…does it bother you?”

  Bother wasn’t exactly the right word, Owen thought. But as he looked at her clean-shaven pussy mound, so bare and innocent, he couldn’t think what the right one would be. In the past her little patch of blond curls had obscured some of her anatomy, but no more. Now he could see everything—every detail of her pussy. Her cunt lips were plump and swollen, already opening to him show the slippery pink interior. She’s already wet—so wet…

  Leah must have taken his silence as a sign that he was upset, because she started to close her legs. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t expect you to want to touch me there,” she said in a soft, broken voice.

  “Wait.” Owen put a hand on her knee. “I do want to touch you there,” he assured her. “But, Leah, are you sure?”

  “Sure that I want your hands all over me? Yes, Owen.” She looked up at him, her eyes luminous. “So much. If you could just…just touch me everywhere that awful black stuff was…”

  “Of course,” he murmured and began to stroke her inner thighs. She’d just been through a horribly traumatic event, and he wasn’t sure touching her here was the best thing to do. But as long as he was doing it to heal her… I’ll just touch her on the outside. That should be enough. Already he was cupping her pussy mound, enjoying the softness of her smooth, naked skin. Her cunt slit was hot and wet against his palm, and she bucked her hips, pressing up against him until he could feel her pussy spreading open completely, inviting him in.

  “Owen, please,” she moaned. “Please, inside me…”

  He couldn’t help himself. Slowly, gently, he slid two fingers deep into Leah’s tight, wet cunt. She cried out and bucked harder, sending his fingers deeper, helping him fuck her.

  “God, sweetheart, you feel so good,” he told her as he thrust carefully into her. “So tight and wet and hot.” He started to rub the pad of his thumb over her clit, the way he knew she liked it. He wanted to make her come, wanted to wash away all the bad emotions once and for all.

  Leah cried and thrashed on the bed, giving herself completely to his touch. Owen couldn’t help thinking that she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. The way she gave herself, opened herself to him—it was as though they were meant to be together. As though she needed his touch like she needed oxygen to survive.

  “Beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful, Leah,” he told her in a low, choked voice. And then he felt her inner muscles clench around his fingers and knew she was coming. Coming so hard as he fucked her sweet pussy in a way that was undeniably right.

  “Oh, Owen,” Leah moaned when she finally opened her eyes. Her big brother certainly could do magical things with his fingers. No, he’s not my brother. Not really. She was glad she’d told him, although she wished she could have broken the news to him more gently. Still, after that first look of confusion and disbelief, he seemed to be taking it well. And the way he was touching her, healing her, made her tingle all over.

  His fingers inside her felt so good, so right. But now that he was sliding them carefully out of her pussy, she felt so empty. So alone. Already she felt better, healed of the horrible attack the night before. And yet she wanted more—so much more. But how could she convince Owen that she was ready?

  “Are you all right?” he asked softly, looking down at her. “Was that… Did it make you feel better?”

  “Much better, Owen. I…I think it helped me to come. It was a release—a good one. Only…” She looked down, not meeting his eyes, afraid to go on.

  “Only what? Just ask me, Leah. Anything you want, anything you need. Just ask.”

  “Well…it was…the stuff was all over me, and it made me feel so…so unclean,” she whispered. “When you touch me, you make it better. And your fingers—they’re wonderful, but I didn’t feel like… I felt incomplete somehow.”

  “And?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  “And well…I…I think it would make me feel better if I could come with you inside me.” She glanced at him quickly and then looked down again, afraid to see his reaction. “I mean, you wouldn’t have to put it—your cock—all the way in me. If you just put the head and then just…just touched me again. Maybe…”

  “You really think it would make you feel better? Cleaner?”

  “Yes, but it’s not just that. It’s knowing…knowing you’re not afraid to touch me. To put…to put that part of yourself in me where that horrible black stuff was.”

  “Oh, Leah…” He leaned down and gave her another long, lingering kiss that made her heart pound. When he pulled back, his heart was in his eyes. “Anything,” he told her again. “Anything you want.”

  “Owen…” His name was a sob on her lips, but Owen was already switching their positions. He lay on the bed and then gestured for her to straddle him.

  “Come on, Leah,” he murmured. “Let’s do what we can to make you feel better.”

  Eagerly Leah straddled him in what was becoming a very familiar position. But this time she wasn’t just going to press her naked pussy against the outside of his cock—she was going to take it inside her. But just a little at first. I know he’s worried about hurting me.

  Owen seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he put both hands on her hips and held her steady as Leah reached between them and grabbed the thick shaft of his cock. The broad head already had a bead of precum on it, and she was eager to rub it into her folds. She grasped him carefully and slid the velvety flesh against her own, then made a soft sound of surprise.

  “What?” Owen asked anxiously. “Am I hurting you?”

  “Of course not,” Leah assured him. “You’re not even in me yet. It’s just… I felt a tingly sensation. When you touched me. I wonder…?” She stroked his cock, milking the thick shaft until another, larger, bead of pearly precum came from the tiny slit. As they both watched, she pressed the head of his cock carefully against her slick folds and rubbed the slippery liquid over her open pussy.

  Again there was a delicious tingling sensation. Leah tried to think of how to describe it. “It’s…it’s cool and refreshing and cleansing,” she told Owen. “Almost like…like yours is canceling out the other.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “So feeling my precum against your pussy makes you feel better?”

  “It does. I don’t know why, and I know it sounds strange—”

  Owen shook his head. “It doesn’t matter how strange it sounds if it works. If it makes you feel better.”

  “It does,” she assured him. “So much better. Can I…? Do you mind if I put just the head inside me now?”

  “You’re sure you want to?” he asked. “After what happened last night…”

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She bit her lip. “But I know you’re worried you might hurt me or trigger some kind of flashback. So like I said, we can just do a little bit. And then you can touch me until I come again.”

  He nodded. “All right. But you guide me. I don’t want to slip and put too much in.”

  “Just a little,” Leah promised again, and then she gripped him and gui