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The canvas appears behind my shoulder, before he lays it down behind me.

He opens one of the paint tubes, squeezing a little color onto his fingertips, then looks at me. My eyes follow the movement, watching the dark blue stain on his hands.

He touches the paint to my waist, the cold of it makes me gasp. His fingers move slowly at first, leaving a streak of color across my skin, before his hand settles there.

“Paint us,” he whispers as his eyes stay on mine.

I look at the canvas behind me, then back at him. “You’re going to ruin it.”

“That’s the point.” A drop of rain lands against the canvas, then another. He doesn’t even glance away from me when he continues, “Let it.”

The rain begins to fall harder, washing the paint beneath his fingers and carrying the colors across the canvas behind us. He reaches for another tube of paint, squeezes a generous streak across his fingers then lets his hand slide down slowly along my back.

I shiver and his eyes lift to mine. “Cold?”

I shake my head and he adds another streak, spreading the paint across my shoulders, then my hips, anywhere my skin is visible.

After that, I reach for the tube myself, and his mouth curves. I squeeze the paint across his forearms, then drag my hands over his shoulder, smearing it into his skin, until he’s marked with the same messy traces covering me.

He doesn’t stop watching me.

When I’m done, his hands close around me. “Now we can start.”

Before I can ask what he means, he eases me backward onto the canvas. The wet paint is beneath me, leaving a trace of my body onto it.

He looks down at me, rain gathering in his hair in the softest way possible, droplets of water catch in his long lashes and it takes everything in me not to melt at that moment.

“Just leave yourself here,” he whispers, leaning on top of me. A kiss against my neck. Another one on top of my heart and he continues, “Don’t try to make it perfect. I want this to be messy.”

We’re on top of the world, on his rooftop, paint mixes with water on us, the rain is hard, brutally slapping our skins, and all I can feel is his bare chest on mine. The warmth of it, the safety of it all.

A long and delicate stroke followed the arch of my back before he just pushed me closer to him. Blue covers his shoulders, slowly falling on the inked mark I gave him.

Everything is blue.

We fit perfectly against each other, as if our bodies needed each other to feel complete, as if they had been waiting for the other to finally feel fulfilled.

Two halves finding something we both didn’t know was missing.

His lips found mine, wet and warm, and everything around us dissolved.

The different shades of blue bleed beneath our bodies, fingerprints forever engraved on the canvas. I could taste the deepest part of him on my lips as he spilled his soul all over my mouth. The same messy lips traced my throat before returning to my mouth.

Long fingers tease me between my thighs, rubbing through the fabric that blocked us from meeting completely.

I couldn’t stop myself from letting out small noisy breaths muffled between his fingers that kept my mouth parted.

His husky voice whispers against my skin, “Look at us, Reya.” A lick. “We’re bleeding into the same color. Blue.”

His fingers moved faster against my core, his kiss deepened, and each cry that tried to escape my lips was swallowed by him. My hands pushed against the canvas to keep me steady but everything was a blur of raw sensations.

“Let it run,” his deep voice whispered against the shell of my ear, persuading me back from the brink of suffocation as his hand pressed against my throat. “I want the whole canvas covered in us.”

The pleasure was almost agonizing, spreading through me warmly. Everything felt dangerous but beautiful. His hand against me, his lips brushing mine, his chest rubbing against my chest.

I could feel the colors sipping through my hair. I could feel each line of this, us, marking our creation. Slippery, wet sounds mixed with my breathy moans and desperate gasps.

The pace was getting faster and faster, my eyes rolled back as I feel waves of pleasure running through my body. My body tensed beneath him, and then, finally, relief.