Page 55 of His Innocent Muse


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He’s rock solid and throbbing between my legs, my heartbeat thumping just out of pace with his. But it’s his eyes that hold me hostage, wild and famished and so possessive it stops my heart.

He’s heavy over me, warm like a blanket of protection, but I know, one tense reaction and he’ll be off me in a moment.

We fit so perfectly, I’m half convinced I’m dreaming.

“Mmm.” He purrs against my jaw, dragging his nose under my ear. “I like my scent on you.”

It’s stronger now that I’m here, home, back in his shirt, sandwiched between him and his bed. I tighten my hold on his hands, nails scraping over his skin, making his purr drop into an animalistic, deep growl.

“M-Me too,” I pant.

He rests his forehead on mine, his eyes growing serious. “I’m so sorry I caused you such heartache, Firefly.”

I shake my head, my nose bumping his, but he pushes on.

“No–don’t tell me it was okay. I was overwhelmed, confused, lost, but none of that was your fault,” he says. “And it was monstrous for me to leave you thinking it was.”

My eyes sting with tears, and just like before, I promise myself this is the last time I’ll cry in front of him. “I should’ve found you,” I whisper. “I-I felt…like I broke it. Like you were better off without me.”

He frowns. “What did you break?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, my eyes darting off to the wall in spite of how I try to fight it. “I don’t know.”

“Lucy.”

“I’m a mess,” I whisper. “I know that. I-I just… I never wanted to be destroyed, in your eyes. I wish I could’ve been precious and wanted by you, not used and…”

He lets go of my hand to snap his fingers right over my head. The vibrations rush down my spine like an electrical whip. I hiss through my teeth and look back up at him, my legs shaking so violently over his hips I’m practically grinding on him.

“Don’t look away. One at a time,” he growls, and I nod so he knows I heard him. “What. Did you. Break?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper again. “Everything.”

“No,” he says seriously. “The answer is nothing. If you shattered every dish in my cabinets, I’d say that’s how they were meant to be from the start. In fact, I wanted to thank you.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat, arching off the bed as the heat grows tighter and tighter inside me. “Wh-What for?”

“Reminding me who I am,” he says carefully, licking my lower lip. “Freeing me, in a sense.”

I drop my mouth wide for him, and though he doesn’t take me up on it, his smile makes me leave it open. He cups my cheek, running his thumb over my lower lip before slipping it over my tongue. He tastes like he smells, cool and a little bitter, smoke and mint and destruction, and I close my mouth around him.

“You are such a good girl,” he muses, pushing in deeper and sliding back out with apop, and it takes everything to keep my eyes open. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yes, sir.”

He kisses my wet mouth, his tongue racing the same path his thumb took, and I keen. He wants me. He needs me.

“You’re not a mess, or destroyed. You’re simply in pieces.” His fingers dance over my free arm, tickling my armpit, and I jump, but keep my hands up for him.

He all but purrs his approval, and my fear bursts into flames.

“Soft, supple little pieces I know how to put back together,” he murmurs. “You are not used, you were defiled. And I don’t think any less of you for it.”

My breath catches, and I clench my jaw to keep the tears in. But his eyes find mine, the calm, steady resolve returning, and I know he’s finally woken up. He knows I’m here. He knows I came home to him, and he’ll never let me go again.

And the best part… I think I finally know that, too.

“You’re the single most precious thing I will ever own.”

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