The Hidden Scar – Part ll

He made a possessive imprint on her as if he wanted everyone to know. He wanted everybody who saw the markings on her to know she was his.
"Gëttin! You're beautiful!" He grounds out.

His lips flew along the junction of her neck and shoulder, leaving kisses all along the way. She writhed beneath him. He pushed his hips up against her. He drew out treacherous moans of delight with the uttermost pleasure he provided her with his mouth. He groaned on her neck as her hips rose off the bed to grind against his. The most sensually alluring sound she'd ever heard, it fueled her deepest cravings.

His fingers left her waist and ran down her hips before slipping between her legs through the slit of her dress. She gasped into him, his mouth capturing her long moan of desperate desire. The fire she felt reached new heights when he pushed her underwear to the side.
"Onyx!" She whimpered, as his middle finger slid down between her wet slit.

She inhaled sharply, subconsciously sliding her hips harder into him so he could get to where she needed him most. The twinkle in his eyes told her he knew what she was conveying. She probably has no idea how to describe the passion that has engulfed her. There was more to it than a primal need for physical closeness. There was more to it than simply s*ex. He gazed at her and took his fingers away from her c*lit. He slipped his finger down her slit leisurely, smearing his fingertip in her liquid arousal. The look of utter need on his face caused her to pulse under him.

Her p*ussy quivered, and she could feel herself becoming wetter as his stare became more intense. She could feel his restraint slipping away, but he continued to tease her nevertheless. Maybe he just liked seeing her tremble and pant under him, wanting to be fed by him. She was becoming desperate, and he knew just what she desired.
His index finger joins in to rub into her slit. When his finger finds her nub, teasingly stroking at a slow rate with the purpose of driving her insane, she whines, flinging her head on the mattress, and her chest arched out. He wanted her to be feverish for him, to the point where she couldn't utter anything except his name.

"That's right, meng léift." He leaned up close to her and whispered into her ear. Her earlobe was nipped by his teeth, and she whimpered, closing her eyes tightly. He dropped his head to her shoulder and ran his mouth up her neck slowly. The bridge of his nose traced along the curve of her neck, making her gasp in delight. As she arched her back, his musky fragrance filled her senses. His digits quicken, and she moans against his warm flesh.
"I can give you this pleasure."
He let out a husky breath. His voice was oozing with despondency. He sounded crushed as if he were being pushed down and bound to the roots of his mind.
"Only I can get you this high."

Onyx's head ducked down, his lips brushing against her jaw and going even lower. They dropped to her collarbone, as his hands went to her back and slowly unzipped the dress. His fingers slid down the dress with him as he went down the valley of her needy breasts, her navel and then he pulled away to kneel. His hand slowly slid off the dress off of her body and his piercing brown eyes took in everything she had to offer. His grey eyes cut to her when she looked down in confusion. The smouldering, heated sin of his eyes only grew as his eyes lingered on the junction of her legs and mindlessly she closed her thighs in an attempt to hide from his eyes.
Her eyes widen in surprise and a yelp ripped from her lips as he took her thighs in both of his hands and pull them apart. Ophelia's heart pounded against her sternum like crazy as his hold on her thighs tightened and his head dipped in between her crotch. She breathed out in anticipation as his hot breath fanned over her dripping wet c*unt. But she groaned in frustration when he pulled away slightly from between her legs and moved to her inner thighs. She could feel the smirk plastered on his lips as his hot lips laid down kisses on her skin. He nipped at her skin, teeth grazing a little as his fingers squeezed her thigh and the hold loosened to delicately run over the soft skin of her thigh. Onyx stopped when he felt an uneven patch of skin under his finger and Ophelia flinched, scurrying away from his hold. Onyx frowned as he instantly pulled back and turned on the lights. A long jagged and twisted scar from above the knee to her inner left thigh glared back at him. His eyes lifted to hers, and he felt sick to his core when he saw insecurity, fear and hatred filled blues looking down. Ophelia had already shrunk herself up in an attempt to hide the scar from his eyes and the look on her face broke his heart into million pieces.
He knew that scar carried a lot of pain and anguish and he knew she hated that scar grazing her body. No wonder she always had her legs hidden away clamped inside clothing. Ophelia's breathing was heavy and Onyx crawled to her side, pulling her into his arms, engulfing her in his warmth. His hand softly ran over her hair as his lips laid a soft kiss on her forehead. Never for once in the past months did he see her this vulnerable! They laid there like that as time passed by and Ophelia's fingers clasped into the fabric of his shirt. He had covered them in the duvet, protecting her naked body from the cold. His hands ran down her back soothingly as her body jerked with low cries.
"It's okay. I've got you, baby." He whispered sweet nothings into her ears as she wept onto his chest.
Slowly her cries died down and she calmed down. He knew it was a very sensitive topic for her, but he needed to know. He needed to know who had scared her so deep. Not physically but mentally.
Taking in a deep breath he braced himself and Onyx finally asked,
"Who did this to you?" Her voice quivered as she barely uttered.
"My mother,"