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It’s as though he quells the storm raging in my head, calming the voices that tell me to be active, be productive, be helpful, just like my father taught me to be.
But my father is no longer here, and he has no more control over me.
Beast does.
Every breath he takes seems more ragged than the one before, his broad shoulders straining in his protective gear, which he slowly begins to take off. A loud thud is audible as each item drops to the floor, but I gasp when he actually drops his knives and guns too.
“But you take those with you everywhere,” I mutter.
“I don’t need them for what I’m going to do,” he replies, his voice low, husky.
“What … what are you planning to do then?” I ask, my voice crackling from the mere thought of him lunging at me and devouring me just like he did when we were in that cell.
After getting rid of all his gear, he stalks toward me, wearing only a thin black shirt and a pair of army-green shorts. My heart is thumping in my throat by the time he’s right in front of me. He easily towers over me and then some, blocking the view, preventing me from looking anywhere else but at him and his giant, bulky body that could easily sweep me off my feet or rip me apart.
And I swallow from the mere idea of him having his way with me like the aggressive, powerful beast I know he can be.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says.
“I know—”
“No, I don’t think you do,” he interjects. “I walked away last time when you needed me the most, and I almost lost you.”
I stare at him, not knowing what to say.
“But I would kill every last man on this fucking earth to save you.” He pauses, the weight of his words sinking in. “I will never, ever abandon you,” he says. “Do you understand?”
I lick my lips and nod.
He tilts up my chin with a single finger. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”
It’s as if he can see into my mind because when we were here together before, I always wondered when he’d want more. When he’d decide to just be free and do whatever he wanted. Explore the world. Kiss other girls.
It’s his right. He’s never had that kind of freedom.
Yet we’re here now, together again, and he’s telling me he only wants me.
And something about that is so incredibly humbling.
“But I don’t want to hold you back, to be a bu—”
His finger lands on my lips. “No. Don’t even think about saying it.” He leans in. “You’ve never held me back. You gave me the freedom … to do this.”
The bathrobe falls to the floor. Suddenly, his fingers curl around the racy outfit Lex made me wear, and he rips it to shreds with ease. I gasp in shock at how little effort it takes to tear it all away and leave nothing to the imagination.
“No one else gets to touch this body but me,” he whispers, sliding his hand up my waist.
I blush, my heart still racing from his very touch. “Yes.”
His fingers briefly skim my nipples, making me acutely aware of how much I want him to touch me and remind me I’m his and only his.
His lips are close to my ears as he whispers, “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Why would he ask that?
Unless … he thinks there’s even an option I wouldn’t be.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, feeling powerful that he’d even need me to say it.
