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"Please, Nox!" Dove writhes beneath me, reminding me how much I missed her beautiful body, scars and bones and all. She's mine.
A ribbon of doubt unfurls in my chest. Am I doing the right thing by turning myself in for Robin's murder? Should I stay with Dove and help Willa instead?
No.
I can't.
I came back because I wanted to make things right, and I won't be able to rest until I've fixed the shitstorm I've caused in Dove's life. I can't let myself love her without paying the price for my sins. I have to go through with this.
I tune back into the sound of Dove's begging, her voice breaking over the millionth please leaving her lips. I smirk and slap her face, the cheek without the scar, hard. She's shocked into silence and her hurt eyes find mine.
"What?" I smirk. "Don't lie to me and say you didn't like that."
I can see the battle going on inside her head. Knowing she shouldn't like being slapped, because society has ingrained it in her mind that it's wrong. And then the submissive instinct that makes her my little bird. That wants her to give in.
"Beg for another slap," I tell her darkly. "Go on Dove, beg."
She's rendered speechless and I laugh out loud at her, punishing her with my cruelty.
"You don't want to? You want me to stop, little bird?"
"No," she cries out. "Please... I... slap me again."
I hit the other cheek this time and she gasps at the pain before her pretty eyes connect with mine and she breathes, "More."
"You want more?" I ask softly. "You want to get hurt, Dove? Is that what you want?"
She nods eagerly. "Hurt me. Please. Hurt me."
I smirk and attack her bra and panties, ripping them off. She shrieks as I do it, throwing the scraps of fabric on the floor as I lower my lips against her nipple, biting, hurting her. My palms wrap around her throat and I choke the next please out of her, making her succumb to me entirely.
"You asked for this," I remind her, my voice dripping with cruelty. "Begged for it. You love it, don't you? You love being my little abuse toy."
"Fuck." Dove's eyes roll back as I drive my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I can feel myself pulsing with the need to empty my balls into her tight little cunt. I want to give her what she craves so desperately, and yet I'm still holding back. As if I'm not going to give in to my needs... I never could help myself around Dove.
"Please fill me," she whispers. "Please. I waited so long. Give it to me, Nox."
"Say my name," I demand.
"Nox."
"No," I hiss. "Say my real name."
Dove's pretty eyes fly open, connecting with mine. Her voice is nothing but a whisper but the word that leaves her lips feels like a kiss, a caress. "Parker."
I unload my cum inside her then, filling her to the brim. Dove's eyes are alight with passion and something else I don't want to put a name to, because it will make leaving her that much harder. My cock erupts with seed and I hear myself groaning, muttering her name as I drive myself deeper inside, emptying my balls.
It takes me a moment to get it together again after I'm done. I slide off Dove and pull her against me, my fingers going between her legs. Some cum is already leaking out. I bury my nose in her sweet, rose-scented hair and push it back inside her. She has to keep it. It'll be the only memory she has left of me when I'm gone. She needs this.
She mutters my name as I hold her close to me, lost in a state of delirium. It's getting late – or rather, early – and we'll need to be up soon, but something tells me neither of us wants to sleep tonight.
"Why did you come back?" Dove whispers as I run my fingers through her dark locks.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you didn't have to. You could've lived your new life, moved on, never looked back."
"I didn't want to."
"Why not?" she asks.
"You really have to ask?" I kiss her forehead. "It's you, Dove. I can't be without you."
"But being with me means..." She bites her lower lip, avoiding saying it.
"I know what it means," I finish for her. "And I'm willing to do it. Because I..."
She pushes herself up on her elbows. Dove's eyes are beyond hopeful as they meet mine. I've only told her I loved her once, and it was a copout, un-fucking-fair on her. I'm not about to repeat the same mistake.
"You what?" she asks.
"Nothing."
She seems disappointed but doesn't argue with me.
"We should get some sleep," I mutter.
"As if that's going to happen."
Dove's devilish little smile makes me grin wide, too.
