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Her hand reaches out to grab my bicep. Just as she’s about to touch me, I snap instinctively, grabbing her wrist. Her movement caught me off guard, causing my normal defensive reaction to rear its head. My pulse races, echoing loud in my head, and my eyes have a fire behind them. The hesitant, hurt look in her eyes almost breaks me in half. She wants nothing more than to freely touch me, like I touch her.
It’s Zamira. She’s mine. She’s not going to hurt me like my mom did.
Staring into her eyes, I take deep breaths to calm myself. This girl has been through hell at our hands, and still agreed to be ours. She wants to be with us. She won’t hurt me. Zamira gave us her life, heart, and body. The least I can do is give her this. If she can trust us after everything we’ve done, I can trust her.
My brain is still hesitant after my little pep talk, but I guide her hand to my chest anyway, pressing it over my erratically beating heart. My skin feels like it’s on fire when her palm connects to my tattoo-covered chest. I fight the urge to pull her hand away, just focusing on her. Her mouth pops open in surprise, but her eyes are drowned in happiness. The burning inside me fades as I stare at her, but the second she rubs her thumb across my skin, I’m pulled from my trance.
Pulling her hand from my chest, I give her a small smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up, darling.” She nods, smiling, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I tried, I really fucking tried. Even if I hate disappointing her, we’ve got nothing but time to work on it.
Gripping her thighs, I lift her from the counter, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her arms stay down at her side, cautiously not touching me. My insides twist with sadness at the lack of her touch. It’s like my body is at war with itself. My heart craves her to explore every single inch of my body, but my head can only think about how it makes everything worse.
Once we make it to the shower, I set her down and reach for the body wash. “Thank you, Blais. I know how hard that was for you,” she whispers, not even caring about the water droplets rolling down her face, threatening to sting her eyes. I feel a pang of joy when she doesn’t push me. No. She’s letting me set the pace, making me love her even more for that.
Fuck, do I really love this girl? I knew from the moment I saw her that she was different, that she was going to be someone special, but am I capable of love? Or am I too much of a monster to love and be loved?
Could she ever love someone like me?
Shaking off the thoughts, I open the bottle, pouring a large amount in my palm. I might have a hard time with her touching me, but I have no problem touching her. Right now, I don’t want anything else touching her body except my hands—not even a stupid loofah. I rub my hands together, lathering the soap, and ready myself to worship my girl's body any way I can.
She does a quick spin to get her body wet, making my hands itch to rub all over her luscious curves. With a hand on either side of her neck, I pull her in for a steamy kiss. She releases a small hiss from the soap hitting where she’s cut and where my teeth broke through, but she doesn’t stop me.
Her soft plump lips crash against mine, and I swallow the sexy moan that escapes. My tongue caresses hers perfectly, our warmth mixing together completely in sync with each other. The lingering taste of her blood on her tongue sends a tingle through my balls, my cock instantly growing hard.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of this girl. My dick sure can’t.
Breaking off the kiss, I move my hands over the curve of her shoulders and back to her chest. As my thumb brushes over the cut I made, she flinches. “Are you really all in? You’re ours?” When it comes to girls, I’ve never been insecure, but with Zamira, I think I’d break if I lost her, so I need all the reassurance I can get.
My eyes zero in on the red running down her body, turning the water pink.
“Blais, I told you I’m in. You don’t believe me?” The hurt in her voice is like acid, burning every inch of my skin.
Fuck, do I believe her? I want to say I do, but why wouldn’t she play us like this to stay alive? She’s a smart girl; there’s no way that idea hasn’t run through her mind. I hate the doubt in my head, so I can’t stand to look her in the eyes.
“Words have never really meant anything to me. My mom used sweet, reassuring words. She made promise after promise, and they all turned out to be lies. People lie, Zamira, even if they love you.” The use of her real name feels heavy on my tongue, and I hate it.
Why can’t I just trust her? Why do I have to be like this? My blood heats at the thoughts of how my mom’s lies made me this way. Stilling my hands against her body, I slowly close them into fists.
“Blais.” Zamira’s voice breaks through my stone wall of thoughts, but my eyes stay glued to the cuts I made on her breasts. “Blais, look at me.” Her authoritative tone is enough to let me know how tired she is of my shit. I love that about her—she’s strong as fuck, always refusing to back down.
My eyes slide up her perfect bare skin, seeing each of the marks we left on her body tonight, finally meeting her piercing blue eyes. “Blais, I fucking love you. I never thought I could feel it again, but you made me realize it’s possible. If it’s hard for you to believe my words, then watch my actions. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours. I’ll show you if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.”
God, this girl is perfect.She fucking loves me.
I feel like she knows me on a deeper level. She knows what I need, and I need her to keep fighting for me. “I knew you’d be the woman to bring me to my knees the first time I saw you. Everything about you was meant for me. You are everything I’ve wanted. I don’t know what it means to love, I’ve never felt it like this before. Before the guys came along, I’d never even been told the words. But I’ll try for you, because a world without loving you is one I don’t want to live in.”
My fists loosen, my palms flattening against her skin, gliding down her sides. I nod, and she lets out the breath she was holding.
When we’re done washing off the blood, sweat, and cum, we step out and dry off. I can’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous body, wishing I was that towel she’s rubbing across her tits.
My dick gets harder, if that's even possible. Damn, it has no chill.
When she’s done drying off, I throw her over my shoulder with her bare ass for the world to see.
“Blais!” she squeals in surprise, making me smile. I give her already red ass a playful smack before I run with her toward my bed. She shrieks as I throw her down on the soft mattress, making her bounce from the force.
“Darling…” I seductively take in her naked body.
She bites her lip, looking at my hard cock, and the force of her stare causes it to twitch.
