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If he was, then I wanted to be a monster, too. Because I never wanted to leave his side again.
33
Vander
Emotion flicked behind Grace’s royal blue eyes as she processed the sincerity in my words. I meant everything I said to her.
It fucking gutted me she had to go through that. That I’d been a fool and hadn’t seen it. Prevented it. Protected her. But it didn’t diminish what I felt for her. It enhanced my feelings.
She was stronger than I ever thought anyone could be. I knew grown men who would have crumbled under less torture. And she’d survived years of not just physical torture but mental as well.
I skimmed my hands along her thighs, nudging up the fabric of the lace slip she was wearing as I went. Revealing the scars she was so worried about. I inched down the sexy as fuck thigh-high tights to reveal more of her creamy skin.
Her clothes were a pale yellow, and I knew she’d bought them for me. Dressed up like my Sunflower.
Her breath stuttered, and her fists clenched at her sides. I wanted to see her. I wanted every inch of her available to me while I sunk deep inside her willing body. But I told the truth when I said I wouldn’t force her. I wouldn’t force any of this.
That’s why I’d waited so goddamn long, even though she’d had my ring on her finger for months. Why I’d resisted last night. This had to come from her.
My hands stilled, stopping to press soothing circles into her skin with my thumbs. Our gazes locked as I leaned forward until my lips brushed hers. “I don’t see your scars, Sunflower. I only see you.”
I swept the single tear that fell from her lashes. Fuck, I hated to watch her cry. She hadn’t even cried when she’d told me about the scars. “Don’t cry, love. It’s okay. You don’t have to take it off.”
I wrapped my arms around her. She felt so goddamn good as I rocked her back and forth, ignoring my aching dick as it pressed against her warm pussy.
I wasn’t a patient man. I never had to be. Women threw themselves at me. Seeking a bit of my power. My money. But with her, I’d wait. I’d wait forever to have all of this woman.
“No. I want to.” She shook her head as she sniffled. “It’s not that. Its—.”
“What?” I pulled back to look at her, brushing the tears from her face.
“You’re not what I expected.” Her voice was soft, but I could hear the years of pain I’d caused her.
“I know.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, relishing how close she was. How I could touch her like this. “Someday, I’ll explain it to you.”
I didn’t want to tell her how long I’d loved her. Or how much. I didn’t want to scare her away. Because then I’d be forced to drag her back, and I was trying to give her free will. Or the illusion of it, because was it freedom if I never intended to let her go?
I fixed her clothes until they were once again covering her body. She gave a wobbly smile as I reached under her negligee and stroked a finger done her wet pussy. She’d soaked her panties with her earlier orgasm. I fucking loved seeing my effect on her. Knowing I wasn’t the only one going crazy.
She moaned and tossed her head back, revealing her creamy neck. I took the invitation, latching my lips onto her skin. I kissed and licked until she was once again rocking against my dick. Concerns for her body forgotten.
I was going to leave my mark on her body. Make sure that when she looked at herself, she only saw what I did. Only saw me and what I felt for her.
Rearranging the pillows, I laid back on the bed. Grace’s brows furrowed as I grabbed her hips. I hissed as she bumped my cock again. My fingers tightened on her flesh as I tried to still her movements.
I would fuck her tonight. But I was going to take my time. I was going to make her feel how crazy I’d felt since the day we met.
I grasped the back of her thighs, yanking her forward until she was sitting on my chest. Her arousal smeared over my skin, making my mouth water with the need to taste her.
“What are you doing?” She gasped as I lifted her up, maneuvering her body until her knees were on the pillows on either side of my head. Her dripping wet pussy was inches from my mouth, only the scrap of lace separating us.
“Pleasuring my wife.” My finger hooked around the fabric. I yanked hard until the waistband snapped. She moaned as I tossed the useless lace aside and trailed a finger through her wetness.
I brought my hand to my lips and sucked the digit until there was nothing of her left. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, and my hips jerked, seeking a connection with her. Her pupils dilated as she watched me. Telling me she loved everything I was doing as much as I did.
“I knew you’d taste so fucking sweet.” I groaned. “Now, sit on my face so I can make you scream my name.”
Her cheeks blushed as she looked around for an escape. I had a feeling she’d react this way. Whatever sex life she’d had before wasn’t good. I doubted anyone had ever taken care of her needs. Certainly, never put first. It was going to be different now.
