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“Finn helped with those.”
She seems taken aback. “So, he knows—”
“That I tattooed your marks on my skin? He didn’t ask; I didn’t tell.”
She nods slowly. "Did it hurt?" She laughs, her tone self-deprecating. "Of course, it must have hurt, especially"—she curls her fingers around my cock and all the blood in my body drains to my groin—"here."
"Not as much as it hurt me to see the shock on your face when I told you to leave."
She squeezes down, and fire zips up my spine. My cock extends, and my groin tightens. A groan rumbles up my chest but I swallow it.
She looks up and into my eyes. "I still don’t understand. Why did you do it?"
I hold her gaze. "I convinced myself I didn't deserve you, that there was someone better for you, someone who would treat you the way you deserve."
“And now?”
“Now, I know you make me a better version of myself. That I couldn’t bear to see you with anyone else. That I was yours from the moment I met you. That I’m going to spend the rest of my life making things up to you.”
I wrap my fingers over hers and swipe our joined hands to the crown then back to the root. My shaft instantly thickens.
"Oh,"—she breathes—"you’re bigger than I remember.”
“And I’m always aroused when I’m near you. And when I think of you, I can’t stop my body from reacting to how it would feel to be inside of you."
The pulse at the base of her throat tics up, and her lips part. The air around us grows dense, presses down on my chest, and pushes out the words I’ve been unable to tell her so far. "I love you, Goldie."
She swallows. "I—"
I place my fingers on her lips. "Don’t feel compelled to tell me. Don’t feel coerced into telling me those three words because I have your touch tattooed on my body."
She flicks out her tongue and licks my digit, and my heart thuds in my chest. She must notice my reaction for her eyes gleam. "Sorry," she says in a voice that implies she isn’t. "Also,"—she widens her gaze—"who are you and what have you done to the Stone who barely showed emotions on his face, let alone put his feelings into words?"
"I’ve had a few months to practice what I’d say when I saw you again, though"—he shuffles his feet—"I might have been coached by Edward."
"Priest?" I ask, surprised.
"He might not come across as eloquent in everyday life, but his former life as a priest qualifies him when it comes to giving life advice. More than me, at any rate."
She squeezes down on my shaft, and a growl rumbles up. "You don’t know what you’re doing to me," I say through gritted teeth.
"I think I might have an idea." She brings her other hand down to cup my balls and a shudder rips through me. "Fuck, Goldie, you’re playing havoc with my good intentions."
"Which were?"
"To take it slow with you, to show you how much I love you, to prove to you, and to me, that I’m a man worthy of you."
She looks between my eyes. "I always knew you were, but—"
"But?"
"A few reassurances might not be amiss." She bites the inside of her cheek.
"You haven’t lost your sass, hmm?"
"Never, and now that you’re here with me, it emboldens me to go toe-to-toe with you."
"Hmm…" I lower my voice to a hush. "I’ve always wanted to be a brat-tamer."
