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“You got some glaze there.” Then he licked it again, dragging his tongue from one corner over my bottom lip to the other corner. “It’s gone now.”
My heart was ricocheting in my chest, the thorns of our pasts temporarily forgotten, but underneath it all was also another feeling: the addiction that itched and clawed under my skin and anxiety of images that would come tonight if I didn’t satisfy that need.
TWENTY-EIGHT
TYRAN
Sienna might have been innocent once upon a time, but she was always wise and smart. But her eyes carried the heaviness of the ghosts that haunted her and her addiction. She tried to hide it, but she was terrified of finding sleep without her pills and alcohol.
She must not have realized that she’d slept without one of those vices the first night here. Yes, she was plagued in her dreams, but she calmed down and eventually found rest.
So if I had to, I would hold her all night and ensure she got rest without the damn alcohol and pills.
What a way to exact revenge, I sneered in my mind, but it would seem Sienna was already paying for her betrayal and demons. Now, I just needed to marry her to ensure that spousal privilege, and heirs… well, those would ensure she didn’t leave.
It was an excellent fucking plan.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the kitchen and to our bedroom.
“Tyran…”
“Shhh, baby. Let me take care of you.”
She didn’t argue, just molded her body to mine and that scent of green apples wrapped around me like a bubble.
We made it through our bedroom door and I slammed it behind me with my foot, then crushed my lips to hers.
She moaned. I grunted.
A desperation bled from both of our souls and into our deep, consuming kiss.
She dragged a hand down my body and fisted the hem of my shirt in her grip. A shudder rolled through me and I pulled away slightly, meeting her soft brown eyes that shone like stars in a clear night sky.
Her lips were swollen and slightly parted.
“W-what?” she questioned, her lips back on my neck and moving.
“If I go too fast, you tell me,” I rasped. I was fucking scared to hurt her. Jesus Christ, the tables were turning fast.
“You won’t.”
A choked laugh escaped me, but I couldn’t go further if I didn’t lay down the rules.
“Sienna, look at me.”
When she didn’t stop kissing me, I wrapped my hand around her long hair and pulled her back so I could see her eyes. Our faces were so close I could see her dilated pupils and the blush warming her cheeks.
“Any hint of panic, you stop me. Hit me… Anything,” I grunted. “We’ll stop. We have all the time in the world.”
Beneath my fingers, her body quivered. My hard cock strained against the zipper of my pants. And my heart… Jesus Christ… it thumped erratically in my chest. Needing her.
That organ had been beating in my chest for her for five long years.
She shook her head.
“I need this,” she whispered, leaning into my touch as I grazed my thumb down the length of her throat before sweeping it back up, caressing her. “I need you.”
“Do you want to cuff me?” I offered.
