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“When I look at your scars, I don’t see them.” My eyes snap open again and clash with hers as the world around me ceases to exist because she’s the center of my whole attention. “I see bravery, courage, and strength. I see a man who had to become a man too soon and took responsibilities he shouldn’t have had.” A tear slides down her cheek, and she smiles while warmth oozes from her, creating a dome over me and pulling me deeper into these emotions that awaken the dreams and hopes of the little boy I once was. “And I see love. So much love in them because you chose to fight and protect, and through all of it…you stayed you.”
She rises on her tiptoes, and our foreheads rest against each other’s while I breathe her in as the rain intensifies, soaking us both up but neither of us seems to care. “Don’t hide from your reflection. Because if you didn’t fight, you wouldn’t be here.” Her hands glide down, circling my neck while thunder roars, the dark clouds blanketing the sky as darkness surrounds us, and yet…I see her clearly.
Because even in this moment, she’s my light in the endless darkness.
“You wouldn’t be married to a beast then, kitten. You’d be free.” I’ll give her everything this world has to offer but never give her back her freedom. This knowledge alone should send her running for the hills but even that’s pointless since I’ll catch her. “I’ll never be able to let you go.” Gripping her waist, I hike her up, and her legs wrap around me while more rain pours on us. “Maybe if I didn’t have scars, I’d be more romantic and sane.”
Doubtful.
No matter my past, I would have fucking claimed her on the spot and whisked her away here so no one else got the chance.
She smiles despite the tears still present in her eyes. “I’m too messed up for a perfect prince.” She leans closer, our lips brushing. “Never wanted one anyway. I always wanted a warrior. And you’re my warrior.” A raspy breath escapes her. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Octavius Reed.” Her voice trembles a little on the admission.
I stand still, frozen in time while happiness seeps through me at hearing these words, because never in my life have I expected to hear them from a woman.
Especially not my woman.
“I have no idea what love is, kitten,” I whisper, “but everything that’s mine belongs to you.” I lick her lips, slipping my tongue inside her mouth and capture it in a kiss, swallowing her moan.
The kiss is hot, deep, and all-consuming, spreading fire through my veins while my mind pounds one thing only.
To claim her as mine and fuck her hard until nothing but me remains.
We both groan when I start to move, my dick pushing against her center and earning me more throaty moans, making me tighten my hold on her while her thighs clamp around me. She angles her head, deepening the kiss as her fingers lace in my hair, driving me insane with each breath she takes because she’s my woman.
Who loves and accepts me as I am, and to her I’m never the monster.
My reflection has always been the source of my greatest anger and pain because I couldn’t change it and had to face everyone’s disgust. No matter how much they tried to hide it, nothing could hide their first wince that let me know their true feelings.
What a gift it is to have Isla look at me and see me, not the scars or my awful past that smears me in darkness every single day. The darkness that’s not as dark or horrific when she is in it.
An angel who willingly signs herself up for hell, knowing I would never change but still finding the strength and bravery to trust and love me.
My precious wife.
The kiss grows more heated, our tongues entwining, and with each lick I stake my claim all over again, reminding her there is no one in this world who would cherish her more than I do.
We belong to each other and whoever thinks otherwise should be afraid because I’ll end anyone who would wish to destroy us.
I step inside the house and she tears her mouth away, gulping for breath, and my hand drifts upward, fisting her hair and pulling at it hard, exposing her neck to my wandering lips. I lick around the neckless glistening in the moonlight, goose bumps popping on her flesh, before gliding upward and sucking on her neck hard, marking her for everyone to see.
Some of my marks started to fade and that’s unacceptable.
No one should ever doubt how much her husband adores her and how much power she has over me.
And she’s mine.
Her whimper rings in the air and her nails cut into my scalp as I scrape my teeth over her throat, moving toward her shoulder and biting on it hard, making her gasp, only to sooth the sting with one long lick. She wraps her legs so tightly around me, shifting restlessly in my arms, and I chuckle, whispering above her skin, “What do you want, kitten?” I blindly walk us to the nearest wall, pressing her against it, and she closes her eyes letting me lick around her collarbone. I sway back, only to drive into her, earning more whimpers, and I can practically feel her pussy dripping for me. “Me licking you clean while you get off on my tongue?” She jerks in my arms, her hands falling to my shoulders, and I hiss when she graces my back with her fingers, leaving marks of her own, but I welcome them. Let the whole fucking world know I’m taken and exist only for one woman. Her. “My fingers stretching you up for me?” She shakes her head as I skate lower and bite on the mounds of her breasts, her nipples peeking through the thin fabric. “Or my dick fucking you so hard your voice becomes hoarse?” My own voice turns gruff as my body hardens just imagining doing all these things, the fire blazing in my veins and demanding to take my woman on the nearest flat surface.
“I want…” She pants as I drag my mouth upward, leaving wet imprints on her skin, and reach her chin, nipping on it. I press my lips against hers once again, sharing a long breath with her. “I want…” She sobs into our kiss that I end too soon to move my attention back to her neck, rubbing my five-o’clock shadow on it and enjoying her little whimpers echoing in my ears. I continue to rock into her, my thick length hiding behind my jeans getting wetter with each thrust of my hips, and her nails cut deeper, a sting of pain washing over me.
My woman is in need and only I can provide the cure for her.
“What do you want, kitten?” I repeat my question, putting my hand on her neck and gripping it hard, making her gasp. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” she replies instantly, pulling at my hair again and forcing me to lean back and meet her hooded gray eyes filled with so much desire, I barely resist myself from ripping her panties and fucking her hard right here. “I always just want you.” I dive in for another kiss but freeze when she pushes at my chest instead. “Put me down, please.” Her feet drop on the floor and although I despise any distance between us, I step back, giving her the freedom she so craves.
If she says no, truly says no, I will always stop.
