Raze & Reap (25 page)

Kisa nodded frantically and tears slipped out of the sides of her eyes onto the blanket. Her left hand raked through my hair, and my eyes squeezed shut, more images almost drowning me …

“I love your hair, Luka … It looks like gold and feels like silk,”
Kisa's young self had said as I lay on the grass in a park.

“Mmm … don't stop. I love it when you play with my hair.”

I gasped at the images in my head, and concentrated on feeling her hand in mine. “You would stroke my hair in the park,” I said, my voice increasing in both volume and speed as more memories came racing back.

“Yes.” Kisa sobbed, her bottom lip trembling, but her blue eyes shone like she wanted more and more. “Yes, I would.”

*   *   *

“Kisa, quickly, follow me. Father Kruschev isn't looking!” I took Kisa's hand and we ran out of the church onto the steps, where I pulled Kisa to my lap and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Mmm … Luka.” Kisa moaned and gripped the collar of my shirt.

“I fucking hate church, it's boring,” I whispered against her mouth, and Kisa pulled away, laughing at my confession.

“You can't say that! God is watching!” Kisa hissed, and I tucked my head into her neck, just breathing her in.

“Nah, he's already given me you. He obviously loves me enough to give me a free pass to sneak out of the service and kiss my girl.”

Kisa pulled me to face her, and I could see how much I meant to her in that one look. “Luka…” She trailed off and pushed her lips against mine. “Then he loves me enough too, because he knew I could only ever want you.”

*   *   *

“Church,” I choked out, my straining arms holding me above Kisa, now beginning to shake. “Us on the steps.”

“Yes! Yes, Raze! More, please remember more,” Kisa begged, and I closed my eyes again …

*   *   *

“Luka…” Kisa whispered, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Kisa,” I said back, then looked at her wet lips. I blurted, “I want to kiss you now.”

“But I've … I've never been kissed before,” Kisa said, blushing, and I lost my breath at how beautiful she was, giving her a smile.

“Me neither.”

Shock spread on her face. “You haven't?”

“Who else would I have kissed?” I said, pissed that she'd think any other girl would ever matter to me.

She shrugged. “I don't know. You have a lot of girls at church following you around.”

I laughed and shook my head. Squeezing her shoulders, I leaned down and rasped, “But none of them are you.” I pointed to my left eye, the one that had a smudge of blue in the iris. “We match. Why would I want anyone else? There was only one girl made for me.”

*   *   *

“We kissed,” I recollected and looking down, ran my hand through the sand. “Here,” I said in shock. “We had our first kiss here, on this spot.”

Kisa's happy laugh mixed with her crying and she pulled me to her lips, her mouth wet and salty with her tears. Her hands were tight in my hair, and I cupped her face, not wanting to let her go, as her thighs wrapped around my waist.

Retracting her lips an inch from mine, she asked, “What else, Raze? What else did we do here? Can you … can you remember? Please … let yourself remember…”

*   *   *

Dipping my head, I pressed my lips against hers and she moaned into my mouth, her hand lifting to slip around the back of my neck.

The kiss grew deeper, and I broke away to shift Kisa down to the sand. I crawled on top of her, feeling her warm body underneath mine.

It didn't take long to lose control, and I broke from Kisa's mouth on a gasp. Her lips were swollen and her hands gripped my neck, trying to pull me back down.

“Kisa-Anna,” I said and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “We have to stop. I can't … We can't … I need to stop…”

Her blue eyes dropped and she turned her head to the side, staring at the moon. I lowered my head to her shoulder, trying to get myself under control, breathing through the tingling in my stomach.

Kisa's hands rested on my cheeks and she pushed on my face until I lifted my head and stared into her eyes. “Luka,” she whispered, “I want to do this with you.”

My eyes widened and my heart beat hard in my chest. “Kisa, are … are you sure?”

Kisa nodded shyly. “Can I have you?” she asked.

Feeling like my heart exploded in my chest, I said, “Yes,” and I pressed my lips back to hers.

Later that night, Kisa lay in my warm arms, and I couldn't stop myself from kissing her face. “I love you, Kisa,” I confessed, and she turned to me and dipped her eyes, overcome with a sudden rush of shyness.

“I love you too. I'm glad you were my first.”

“And last,” I promised and wrapped her tighter in my arms, both naked under the modest cover of my sweatshirt.

“I can't imagine ever sharing this with anyone else … ever…” Kisa said on a sigh.

I couldn't have agreed more.

*   *   *

A pained groan slipped from my mouth and my stomach clenched, my cock hardening as Kisa lay underneath me, her nipples beginning to poke through her dress. I lowered my mouth and licked along the bud over the material, my hips grinding against her hot pussy as she arched under my touch.

“Raze…” Kisa murmured, and I reached for the bottom of her dress and pulled it up her legs to her waist. Her panties were small and black, and a possessive growl fled my lips as I bent forward and licked along their seams, inhaling that musky smell that I was addicted to.

The need to taste her took control of me and in seconds, Kisa's panties were scattered on the sand behind us. Her cunt came into view, only a small patch of hair on her mound and her lips drenched wet.

Reaching out, I ran my fingertip down her slit, and Kisa's hips bucked and, closing her eyes, she released a long moan. Sitting up, I ripped off my sweatshirt, suddenly too hot. Kisa watched my every move, her blue eyes shining with need.

My cock throbbed, a steel pole, but when Kisa let her legs drop apart even farther and she palmed her tits, I leaned forward and, running my lips over the inside of her thigh, followed my instinct and swiped along her slit with my tongue.

As soon as the salty taste filled my mouth, I needed more. I began lapping, drinking her in. Kisa's hands ripped at the strands of my hair. This only made me lose it more. Using my strength, I placed my hands on her inner thighs and pushed them apart as far as they would go, opening her wide to take her however I wanted.

Kisa's hand slipped from my grasp and landed on her pussy, and I watched with held breath as she touched herself. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of my cock and my balls ached with the need to mark my woman, to have her again … but this time knowing who we were to each other, who she was to me.

Kisa's fingers began stroking at her swollen clit, and my nostrils flared watching her mouth drop open and her tongue lick along her bottom lip.

“Touch me, here, Raze. Lick me. Suck me here on my clit. Make me come in your mouth.”

My heart pounded so hard at her words that I thought it would rip from my chest. I leaned forward, lowering my mouth, knocking her hand out of the way so I could do as she asked.

It was the first time I'd ever tasted pussy. Her scent drove me forward. Using my thumbs to spread her lips, I circled the tip of my tongue over her clit. Kisa moaned and jerked as soon as it made contact. My tongue became frenzied, licking her clit over and over, and Kisa's legs began to shake, her nails clawing at my bare shoulders.

“Raze … lyubov moya … that feels … that feels … Ahh!”

Kisa screamed as my lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and my finger pushed inside her dripping hole, pumping back and forth.

My senses were going crazy. The musk of her pussy, the taste of her juices, the wet feel of her channel, and the noises slipping from her mouth. Sucking even harder and pushing a second finger inside her, Kisa stiffened and, digging her nails into my skin so hard I knew she'd drawn blood, Kisa came hard, screaming into the quiet night. Slowing my movements and removing my fingers from her slit, I traced over her lips with my tongue as Kisa panted and began stroking at my hair.

Lifting my head, I crawled over Kisa's spent, beautiful body and I took in her hooded eyes and flushed face.

She stared into my eyes and ran the back of her hand down my cheek. “Did you remember, lyubov moya? Do you remember anything else?”

Closing my eyes, licking along my lips, I opened them again, only to nod and reach down, freeing my cock from my sweatpants. I was so fucking hard, and I needed to be inside Kisa. Needed to hear her call my name.

Crawling back over her body, I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders, her tits coming into view, her pink nipples hard and waiting for my mouth. Bending down, I sucked the right into my mouth, palming the flesh in my hand, only to reluctantly release it to do the same to the left.

“Lyubov moya, I need you inside me,” Kisa moaned, moving her hand to wrap around my cock and began stroking it back and forth. Lurching back onto my heels, I threw my head back and hissed through my teeth. My balls were tight as she worked me over and over, but when I felt a wet lick lap at the tip of my cock, my eyes snapped open and every muscle in my body tensed.

A low growl rumbled in my chest as I looked down to see Kisa on all fours, her tight ass in the air and her full lips wrapped around my dick.

“Kisa…” I groaned, my voice low and graveled. “Fuck, that feels good…”

Kisa moaned, her back arched, and she moved her head forward, taking as much of my dick into her hot mouth as she could, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Warmth started building at my knees and traveled up my thighs, and I knew if Kisa kept eating at my dick, I was going to come.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I fought back the need to have my woman swallowing my cum and managed to push her head away, her full lips red and glistening and those blue eyes bright as she looked up at me with the most beautiful expression on her face.

Unable to speak, I pushed her back until she was flat on the blanket, and I closed my eyes, clearly seeing myself in this position years ago, feeling nervous and inexperienced but felt so connected to Kisa below me that my arms were shaking as I entered her, as I broke through her virginity.

“Baby, look at me. Keep those eyes open as you make love to me. There's no more bad, only good between us,” Kisa whispered, and I did as she asked, using my arm strength to hover over her small trim body and my thighs to push between her legs until the tip of my cock hit her hot slit.

Kisa's hands stroked over every inch of my back, my taut arms, my neck, traps, and through my hair. Her touch almost undid me, and as I looked down at her, everything seemed to slot into place. This was my woman, my Kisa-Anna, the other half of my soul.

Lowering myself until I was propped on my elbows, I ran my nose up her cheek inhaling her scent and moved down into her hair, my mouth stopping at her ear.

“I remember taking you here on this beach. I remember it being our first time. We were kids, maybe teens? I don't know. But I sneaked you out of your house and brought you here, to our cove. We kissed, and it turned into more … Then you asked if you could have me…” Kisa's face was drowning in tears, and I tipped my head to the side, wiping her cheeks with my hand. “And I said yes.”

“Raze,” she cried, and her breath hitched.

Feeling like something wasn't right, I froze.

Kisa's expression changed from happy to worried. “Raze? What's wrong?”

As she spoke my name, I knew that was it.

Raze … Raze, Raze, Raze …

Kisa's hand raked through my hair. “Raze,” she murmured again, and I suddenly gripped her wrists, keeping her still, her blue eyes widening in shock. “Raze, what—”

“No!” I said through gritted teeth. “Don't call me that!”

Kisa's face lost color. “Why?”

Why?

Why?

“Be-because it's not my name. I'm not prisoner 818. I'm not … I'm not Raze…” My chest constricted like I couldn't breathe, and I let go of Kisa's wrist to rub at my sternum.

“Ra—” Kisa stopped herself and stilled my hand with her own, then brought it to her lips to kiss. “Why were you called that?”

I stared toward the sea and my eyes lost focus, too lost in the memory. “The better I got at fighting”—I huffed a humorless laugh—“at
killing,
I couldn't be stopped. I just got better and better, and the bigger and faster the opponent they brought to face me, the more vicious I became. With the blades on my knuckledusters, I'm unstoppable. The guards joked that I'd
raze
my opponents. Word spread and then the warden forced the tattoo on my back to please the crowd, who would chant it as I entered the cage.”

I blinked until my vision slipped back in place. Then I looked to my Kisa again. “So hearing that word doesn't sound right from your lips. You don't treat me like the guards did, like those men did.”

“No, and I never will … You've been wronged, but no more, baby.”

Folding my arms above Kisa's head, keeping her close, I said, “I want you to call me by my name … my
real
name.”

Kisa's expression finally changed from worry to understanding, and with tears once again filling her eyes, she nodded.

“You … you want me to call you …
Luka
,” she whispered knowingly, and hearing that name slip from her lips as I held her in my arms just about undid me.