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Missing Queen, million dollar reward…
Atticus stood up, his gun now clean and ready for action. “Yes,” he replied. He glanced at Leo in understanding and nodded before turning to August with a look of compassion.
“We’ll be back soon,” he said quietly, placing a hand on August’s shoulder.
Leo jumped out of the room, eager to get started on whatever mission they had been assigned, while Atticus lingered behind for a moment longer. He looked into August’s eyes and shook his head slowly, a gesture of sympathy and understanding that was not lost on him.
August’s jaw clenched as he listened to the men’s words, and then he gave a curt nod of agreement. As their footsteps faded away and the door clicked shut, he stood motionless, his body quaking in an effort to contain the turmoil of emotions that had been raging within him since our arrival. I watched as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his breathing became labored, betraying all of the inner conflict that was spilling out from deep within.
A single tear trickled down his cheek. He lifted his tear-streaked gaze toward the window one last time before turning around and slowly walking toward me.
He took my hands in his with a desperate strength and pulled me tight against his chest. He clung to me like he was a shipwrecked man, frantically grasping onto a broken piece of wood. His face was buried in my hair, and I could feel his hot tears falling onto me.
I could tell that he had a long road of healing ahead, but at least now I knew he was ready to start that journey.
“Are you okay?” I heard him ask, his voice thick with emotion. “Are you nervous?”
I shook my head, trying to sound as confident as I could. “No, I’m good,” I said softly, a slight quiver in my voice. “This should be easy, right?”
His grip on me loosened, and I felt his shoulders droop in resignation. “I’m scared,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper, tears now streaming down his face. “I don’t want to lose you,” he sobbed, his voice breaking with anguish. “I can’t. I can’t lose you again.”
Tears cascaded down my face, mirroring August’s agony. I embraced him tightly in my arms, my head resting on his chest.
“You won’t,” I murmured comfortingly into his ear. “I’m never leaving you August, never.”
I drank in his heartbreaking gaze as he scanned my face for hope. We stood there in an exquisite embrace, our souls aching for a blissful union that would never be but yearned to exist.
My hands tenderly pushed him onto the bed while I straddled him. I looked deeply into his eyes before pausing to kiss him on the lips.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered with conviction as my lips caressed his forehead.
“Love,” he uttered despondently as I nestled myself in his embrace. His voice of despair was so strong that it brought out the worst in me—the ache of a broken heart and an unfulfilled wish for a beautiful love story.
He kissed me with such desperation, like he was trying to burn the memory of me into his soul. His touch became more intense as his hands roamed my body hungrily. He yanked off my shirt and I gasped as he flipped us over and slammed me against the mattress. His mouth moved to my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he bit and sucked. His hands moved progressively lower, gripping my hips and pulling me against him. His heart raced, as the intensity of the moment took over. He kept grabbing me harder, as his lips moved down my body, every brush of his lips sending a shiver down my spine. His hands explored my body, pushing and pulling at the same time. He tasted every inch of my body, and I felt his emotions coming through each touch—desperation, yearning, hunger—until I could feel it radiating through us both.
My fingers tangled in his thick hair as he crashed his lips onto mine, my body shuddering at the warmth of his breath. His weight smothered me as he intensified his kisses, and I could feel the desperation in him, his mouth aching for me.
“I dug through so much wreckage,” he murmured, propping himself up to look in my eyes. “Clawed through stone and wood. And I wanted to just—to give up. To sleep and forget the pain. To find someone to blame and murder them.” I ran my knuckles down his cheek, trying to soothe him. “I never understood how someone could kill without remorse. Especially my father… But not until after you were gone from me.” His eyes welled up with tears, and he blinked hard, struggling to keep himself composed. “I wanted—God, I wanted to fucking kill them all.”
He pressed his face hard against my skin, his lips almost biting my neck. His tears were icy against my nerve endings, sending shivers throughout my body. I tried to keep myself together, but the overwhelming emotion in the air broke me, and tears spilled down my cheeks.
“It was so damn scary how ruined I was. How absolutely mad. I’d never been so…” His broken words were muffled into my skin, his hot breath engulfing me like a blanket of warmth.
I clutched his shoulders firmly, trying desperately to give him some comfort. My heart ached for him and I wanted so badly to make the pain go away, but there was nothing I could do. This was his breaking point, and anything I did would be futile.
“I felt so powerless,” he murmured softly, his voice trembling with the hurt in his soul. He pulled away from me, his eyes meeting mine with desperation and need. “But you know what, love?”
“What?” I whispered through my teary voice.
“This experience has forced me to mature. I need to end this charade of entitlement and take my rightful place by your side, Christine. For too long, I have been the epitome of selfishness and neglect toward you, and I’m so sorry.” His lips smashed hard into mine, claiming my mouth with an intimacy both foreign and familiar. “You’ve changed me, love. I didn’t know I could feel this way. I want this, but I know it will be difficult and I will make mistakes, probably more than you can imagine.” He softly brushed the loose strands of hair away from my face, allowing his fingertips to linger longer than necessary against my skin as he waited for my acceptance or denial.
Still looking deeply into his eyes, which were heavy with a mixture of despair, pain and a burning desire for something more, I spoke in a voice barely audible. “I know you, August…better than you know yourself. I believe in you and all the amazing things you can accomplish if only you try.”
He ran his fingers along my cheekbone as I gasped with anticipation. His lips trailed across my own, sending a flood of heat throughout my body and making me quiver.
“I love you, Christine,” he murmured against my skin.
I didn’t respond, but instead grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him close, inhaling his scent. His lips were hot and demanding, pressing into mine with a kind of fervent passion that set my heart on fire. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and felt his body shudder with pleasure as our tongues intertwined in a wild frenzy.
