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My vision blurred a little as I thought of all he’d endured. “Yes, baby. It’s just you and me now.”
“Us,” he whispered.
“Us.” I confirmed. After repositioning the mask over his face, I kissed his nose and put my ear back over his beating heart.
EPILOGUE
Lars
Pale light shonearound the edges of the blinds covering the windows, chasing away the darkness night always brings.
I lay quietly, curled into Win’s chest, face hidden away in his neck while I warmed his cock within my body. We’d been awake almost the entire night, going at each other again and again until I’d collapsed, weak and satisfied, on top of him but still not satisfied enough that I wanted to move.
He must have felt the same because, even after we finished, he stayed buried inside me, my channel refusing to let his softened cock go.
“I think we should sleep like this every night,” he murmured, voice thick as he lightly dragged his fingertips along my spine.
I wiggled down, forcing him a little deeper, clenching around him in agreement.
“I probably won’t get hard for days,” he mused.
“I don’t care,” I told him. “I just want to feel you.”
“You can have whatever you want, angel. Anything,” he said, carding a hand through my hair.
Tangling my fingers in a handful of his hair, I tugged his face down to lick into his mouth. It didn’t last long, both of us truly spent.
We fell into lazy silence, half drifting, half drunk on each other. Since I was released from the hospital yesterday, we’d barely left the bed. Too many times, we’d come close to losing each other, either because one of us walked away or someone tried to force us apart.
But we belonged together, and that would never change. I would always be his, and after everything, nothing would stand in our way.
The light around the window grew a little more golden, and as I lay still warming his cock in my body, I didn’t plan on speaking. I didn’t even know I had anything to say. Yet my quiet voice filled the room.
“He wasn’t like that at first,” I confessed, rubbing my fingers gently against his bare chest. “At first, he was thoughtful and kind. He would smile at me in the hall when I thought no one saw me. When I didn’t know the answer in class, he would speak up and say it so I wouldn’t get in trouble. He would come sit at the pool and watch me swim and show up with coffee to drive me to school in the morning.”
Win said nothing, but I knew he was listening. I knew from the change in the rhythm of his heartbeat and the way he rubbed my back.
“He used to always want to stay in on the weekends because he said he loved me so much he didn’t want to share me with anyone else. He gave me flowers on my birthday, and I laughed and told him men don’t get flowers. He told me that everyone deserved beautiful things.” I paused, my heart growing heavy as I recalled the things he did to make me love him. All the lies he told. “I’d never loved anyone before. I’d never been loved by anyone. I thought he was romantic. That’s what all my friends said. He could have anyone he wanted, but he only wanted me.” I fell quiet. “By the time I realized, it was too late.”
“Realized what, sweetheart?”
“That everything he did was out of manipulation. He didn’t really love me. He just thought I was malleable. That he could bend and contort me until I was exactly what he wanted. His smiles turned into snarls, his compliments to curses. The flowers he said I deserved turned into beatings, and he isolated me from all my friends. It happened slowly. So slowly I didn’t know what was happening until I found myself locked in the bedroom for days, begging him for some water.”
Win’s hand left my back to curl into a fist on the mattress.
“By then, I didn’t know how to get away, and when I finally told, everyone said maybe I deserved it. I was alone and lonely, and he knew when I was at my breaking point, he’d give some scrap of affection and fill me up just enough to break me down all over again.”
“It’s good he’s locked in a cell in Sweden, that there are oceans between us,” Win said. “Because if I ever saw him again—”
“I didn’t tell you this to hurt you,” I whispered, letting a tear leak from my eye and onto his chest. “I told you because I wanted you to understand why I stayed with him. How someone gets tangled up so deeply in a web they don’t know how to escape.”
“Thank you for telling me, angel. Thank you for opening up to me.”
“Thank you for loving me the way he never did. For being patient and understanding. For letting me be me while we are us.”
Win rolled, his cock slipping from me as his body pressed mine into the mattress. His hazel eyes glowed with flecks of yellow, and his hair was wild about his head. Two days of scruff stubbled his jaw, and his lips were swollen from kissing all night.
“I don’t know if it matters, but I want to put it out there anyway. I want you to hear exactly how I feel,” he said, brushing the backs of his fingers over my textured cheek. “I don’t blame you for his actions. I don’t blame you for opening your heart. You did the best you could in a terrible situation, and the only people who are at fault are those who took you for granted. I know you have a lot to work through, and I’ll do everything I can to support you. I’m proud of you, my little Nordic warrior. I’m gonna love you all my life.”
