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She slowly traces the ugly, jagged scars, her movements soft and graceful. I leave her be, my body taut as I watch as she caresses them. Her eyes filled with love, not horror.
“I hate him, Elio. I hate that he did this to you. I despise that he made you hurt. But even with the scars, you’re still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
She needs to stop talking. If she doesn’t, I’m going to fuck her, and I’ve done that a lot today. Since she came home from her session with Lena and told me what she was afraid of, I’ve done everything to alleviate every fear that she has. She was right in wanting me to treat her like my wife rather than a woman I fuck. In doing so, I’ve connected more to her than anyone else before her. We’re both still naked, the sheets tangled around us.
“I know the pain of the burns,” she whispers.
My hand slides around her waist and onto her ass, feeling the hard, raised ridges that are scattered across her skin. My fingers trace along the jagged pattern, each ridge seared into her skin like a brand.
That fucking bastard did that to her. I press my forehead against hers, hating that she fucking felt the burn. She told me about that night, how she begged for the asshole to stop, but he laughed at her.
The pain that she’s been through at the hands of the Demons will never fade. She’ll always remember how the men that were supposed to protect her, failed her. She never had anyone put her first. She never had anyone love her.
I fucking hate that I wasn’t able to take those fucking Dirty Demons out. Fuck what they did to me, it’s what they did to her that I want to kill them for. I’ve no idea what the Irish did to them to end their lives, but I can guarantee that I’d have made their pain prolonged. Kept them alive for weeks on end just to torture them as they did to her. I would have enjoyed every fucking thing I did to them.
But the one thing I know they’ll hate is that she’s thriving. That she’s loved. And fuck them, she is. She’s finally smiling. She’s happy and she’s living her life as she wants.
“I would take it all away for you,” she cries, her tears seeping down her face.
I shake my head. Christ, this woman. Doesn’t she know? “I’d go through it a hundred times, baby.”
Her eyes widen and she rears back in horror. “Why?”
“If it meant having you, I’d take it all the fucking time.”
She slumps forward, her face pressed against my chest, and this time, I don’t tense. I know she won’t hurt me. Her lips press against each and every scar that I have, her tears soaking into my skin. “I love you,” she cries. “I really do.”
My arms tighten around her, and I bring my mouth against hers. I kiss her slowly and gently, wanting her again. Hell, I never stop wanting her. She’s my wife. The love of my life.
As always, the electricity between us crackles. Her tongue traces my lips, and I deepen the kiss. She moans against my mouth, and my cock thickens. My teeth scrape against her bottom lip as I push my fingers into her hair, tugging her head back so I can continue to kiss her.
Sliding my tongue into her mouth, she moans once again. Christ.
I’m rock hard. I need her. I fucking need her again. I’ll never have enough. I push her onto her back and loom over her. My cock is thick and erect, pressing against her hot core. She’s more than ready for me. I can feel how much she wants this.I kiss, lick and suck at her skin, leaving even more marks on her as I make my way to her shoulder. She wears my brands on her neck, breasts and thigh from our earlier rounds. She looks so fucking beautiful wearing them.
My hands roam her body, loving the softness of her skin. When I reach her ass, I grip it in my hands, lifting her slightly off the bed, as I use my hips to grind against her.
“God, I need you.” My voice is gruff. My fingers slide between her folds, finding her wet and ready for me.
She doesn’t say anything, but the moan she makes as I push my finger inside her tells me all I need to know. She lifts her hips, needing more. I slide another finger inside and curl them both up until I hit her sweet spot. She freezes, and her head drops back as I slowly fuck her with my fingers.
“Yes, Elio, please,” she cries as I finger-fuck her.
As much as I want to make her cry my name, I need her to come on my cock. I want to make her feel good while I’m balls deep in her. I can’t hold back any longer.
I grind my cock against her pussy, coating myself in her juices. I fucking love that she’s slick and wet for me. I line my cock up at her entrance. I groan. God, she’s so wet and ready that I slide in without any resistance.
She’s so tight, I almost come on the spot. Fuck. Nothing feels better than being inside of her.
“Oh, Elio!” she cries, digging her nails into my back.
She begins to rock against me, but I hold her hips still, keeping us locked together. My fingers dig into her flesh, and I hold her still as I thrust hard, lifting her ass off the bed. I fuck her, deep and fast. I can feel her tightening around me, can feel her getting close.
Her hands slide up my chest, over my shoulders and down my arms, leaving a trail of fire behind.
I can’t hold back. I’m fucking her like a man possessed. “Yes,” she cries out, and it fuels the fire inside of me. She wants this just as much as I do.
I hammer into her, my cock pushing into her tight warmth.
