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“Those were Bianco.” I can barely even hear her this time, her mind completely disappearing to the sound of Hypnos’ lullaby.
I know, I don’t tell her. I remember too well the day I healed her wounds after a particularly intense hour in his office.
She awakes when I carry her out of the bath and dry her, but she stays silent, too tired to speak or do much else than stare at me with that sparkling gaze of hers.
I lie her down in bed and settle next to her before drawing the covers over us. She relaxes against me naturally. Flipping on her front and putting her head on my chest, she then wraps a long leg around my thighs.
“You’re warm,” she says happily. And she’s cold. Always. I love that she goes back to how she sought warmth from me.
She nudges me with the top of her head, and I smile at the fact that I know exactly what she wants. I slide my hand to her head and start rubbing her scalp, loving the way she relaxes against me.
I’m falling into the most peaceful sleep in a while, when I hear her voice again.
“I love you.” Such simple words, and yet, it took her fourteen years to say them to me. “And you’re in love with me,” she murmurs. “Still.”
“Forever,” I whisper back at her. “Forever, I will love you, Rose.”
She shifts, looking up as much as she can in her position, her expression unclear in the room only lit by the moonlight. “And more?”
I smile at her need for comfort and reassurance. She rarely expresses it in a soft way, usually going for being rude and defensive rather than vulnerable.
I bring my other hand to her cheek, and my thumb comes to pull at her lower lip. “When forever ends and the world stops spinning. When the mountains move and the oceans rise. When time stops and our souls leave our mortal bodies. Well, then? I will still love you.”
One last kiss and a thousand loving thoughts later, I fall asleep, hardly believing that after all this time, Rose is in my arms when I do so.
13
ROSE
Back To You -Selena Gomez
55 days until Viktor…
The rain battering against the window wakes me up. The sun is barely starting to show on the horizon, and it must not even be seven a.m. I think I only slept two hours. I shift in bed, readjusting myself against Sam, and wince at the pain shooting from my ass cheeks. I probably have bruises from yesterday, and it’s going to be painful to sit down.
But I feel cleansed.
Sam did something to me yesterday. He allowed me to vanquish some of the demons, to clear my mind, and rediscover myself as a whole person. I’m not healed from what Aleksei did to me, and I’m not a new person. But I feel like, for the first time in forever, I’ve had a break from the deadly storm that constantly threatens to take over my mind.
Although something worries me. Because I nowknowI can’t go back to Viktor. My freedom tastes too sweet, my new life finally smiling at me and welcoming me with open arms.
I need to figure out a way to stay here before it’s too late.
I feel Sam’s warmth against me, and fears of the future dissipate. I guess everything can wait until I’ve enjoyed him a little more.
I pull away from him, propping myself on my elbow to watch him sleep.
He’s got a tattooed arm under his head and the other resting on his stomach. His lips are slightly parted and, for once, his hair is a mess around his face. His longer strands cover the shaven sides and the scalp tattoos that accompany them. Some have fallen over his eyes, hiding his lashes.
My eyes trail down his tattooed neck and chest. My belly tingles when I stop at his pierced nipples. Unlike Lik, who is thin and defined, Sam is thick, robust, and his abs are outlined perfectly. His massive muscles look like they’re bulging no matter how relaxed he is. His body is entirely covered in tattoos, his pale skin barely showing anywhere.
It looks like someone drew a V out of clay on his lower stomach, and when my eyes reach the covers hiding his dick, I notice the morning wood tenting them.
My stomach does a backflip, and I lick my lips. I discreetly draw back the covers, exposing his huge dick. How did he ever fit that in my throat?
Lowering myself by his side, I lick the tip then wait to see if he reacts. Nothing. I keep going, licking the length with the end of my tongue and back to his tip. He shifts slightly, and a soft moan escapes his lips when I finally take him into my mouth. I readjust myself and take him all in. He’s too big to fit, so I bring a hand to the base of his dick to accompany the sucking.
Bobbing my head up and down, I feel him slowly waking up. His muscles tighten, his breath accelerates, and another moan spills from his lips. Louder this time.
