“But if this is the only way I get you, I’ll take it.” His breath skims my ear. “For now.”
“Because,” he continues, “it’s better to have you like this than not have you at all.”
He pushes inside me with one hard thrust, and a gasp breaks from my lips, followed by a helpless moan.
“Hunter.”
He stills.
“Yes?”
“Are you... clean?” I ask, heat rushing to my cheeks.
A laugh leaves him, and it catches me completely off guard.
“Love, I would never put you at risk. I’ve never gone without a condom before, and there’s nothing you need to worry about.”
I nod.
“A bit late to ask that, isn’t it?”
“You make me lose my mind,” I admit.
“I’m on birth control, if you were wondering,” I add, my cheeks growing even hotter.
A dark, possessive look appears on his face.
He kisses me, and every coherent thought leaves my head.
I don’t understand why he wants more from me when he’s so adamant that commitment isn’t for him.
“You’re a confusing man,” I say.
“I know,” he murmurs. “But you... you’re an enigma, my love.”
“You’ll hate me,” I whisper, because the guilt still sits heavy on my chest.
“So you keep saying,” he replies.
He is so gentle with each slow thrust that it breaks something inside me. Almost as though he’s making love to me.
Ever since I was little, I had a dream.
To find my prince and get my happily ever after.
I know it sounds cliché, but I’ve always been a hopeless romantic.
Much to my own detriment.
I always hoped to find someone to love me, and for me to love them in return. Someone who would see me.
Choose me.
Put me above everyone else.
I know Hunter is incapable of love. And he’s the worst possible choice for someone like me. He can’t give me what I want.
Then again, perhaps that’s for the best.
