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I ease closer and spread kisses all over his scars. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Brandon.”
He sniffs and rakes his palm down his face. “She left me lying there in my blood. But despite the violation, the thing that hurt me more was what my mom did when she found me.”
I wipe my cheek and ask, “What did she do?”
The anger that appears in his dark blue eyes proves how much it destroyed him.
“She abandoned me, Kayla,” he grunts through clenched teeth. “She just ran off.”
“What?” I gasp in disbelief.
“My mom couldn’t deal with it, so she bailed on me. Brit found me afterward and called Dad. She wrapped a towel around me and helped me from the bathroom. We waited, crying together until Dad showed up with the ambulance.” He tightens his jaw, tears no longer falling. “I didn’t see my mom while I was in the hospital. Not when I had to recount every detail to the police, and she wasn’t waiting when Dad brought Brit and me to a rental property to avoid our house.”
He looks at me then. “Mom returned a month later, crying and apologizing. Dad forgave her. Britney remained indifferent, but I was...broken in every sense. I couldn’t stand it when she or anyone touched me. It always brought me back to Annalise, and I’d react aggressively, hurting others.
“Therapy barely helped. I kept going after we moved to Charleston a year later and even tried talking to Ms. Hall at school. But I gave up, thinking I’d never be normal. Never desire anyone’s touch.” He grasps my hand, tracing my fingers with his thumb. “Until you.”
Tenderly, I lean forward and place my other hand at his face to caress him. “I wish I could take your pain away, Brandon.”
He touches my cheek in return. “This is your final chance to run from me, Kayla.”
Sure of my feelings for him, I shake my head and say confidently, “No. I want you. Every part. Pain and all. Make a better memory with me, Bran. I’m yours.”
Delight sparks in his eyes from my words.
Gently clutching my throat, Brandon shoves his mouth to mine and flattens me on the bed.
I caress his body, hoping my fingertips convey comfort as they glide over his scars.
Easing up, Brandon takes off my tee and pushes down my shorts and underwear.
He buries his face between my thighs, grunting while he feasts on my pussy. I moan from the incredible pleasure and grind against him.
Like a beast in heat, he shoots up to conquer my mouth again, letting me taste myself as his tongue intertwines with mine.
Brandon slips his hands under my back and rushes to unfasten my bra, freeing my plumped breasts. He alternates between them, licking and sucking on my sensitive brown nipples.
It feels like torture when he straightens from me suddenly, and I groan for him to return.
Brandon lingers on my face and nakedness as if in awe. “You’re so beautiful, little artist. I just want to seal myself inside your body.” Then he discards his jeans and boxers.
His rock hard cock stirs nervous chills when I glance at his thick length, ready to break me apart.
Anxious breaths ooze out as Brandon positions between my thighs.
His gaze is dark with wicked lust.
“Say it again,” he growls inches from my mouth.
“I’m yours,” I concede in a near whisper. “I’ve been yours since the moment our eyes met.” It’s true. I am his in every sense.
With a ravenous kiss, Brandon swallows my whimpers as he swiftly enters my tight walls, filling me to the base of his shaft.
I shudder from the torrent of discomfort and dig my fingers into his arms.
He slows his kisses to one that is more tame and sensual, soothing every prick of pain.
My body relaxes in time, and pleasure mounts above the ache as he thrusts into me at a steady rhythm.
