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“Just telling the truth.”
“Then let me rectify that.” A gentle tug by the back of her neck and she’s arching her chest while I squeeze between her thighs. Her hooded eyes watch me. They beg me to make the pain go away, and I place a gentle peck on her mouth—tasting myself—while lining up. She’s soaked. Tiny hole clenching in need as I rub my tip through soft folds. “I’m going to love you every day for the rest of our lives. There will never be another day where you doubt me, and if there is, then I’ve failed you.”
“I don’t need empty…oh!” That kills the stupidity she’s convinced herself of.
I’m buried to the hilt in one smooth stroke, biting back a curse as Mermaid’s walls grip me tight. They flutter around me, a pleasurable massage, but I pull out and thrust forward again. There’s no rush. I fuck her with sharp, measured snaps of my hips and slow, dragging withdrawals. Moreover, she lets me with furrowed brows and parted lips, those eyes watching me. They shift from my face to neck and lower, all the while meeting me thrust for thrust.
I feel the change in her the moment she sees it. Her body is flushed with her desire, nipples hard, but before I can take a tip between my teeth, my girl pushes my head back.
Slim fingers lightly trace the cursive there, and her bottom lip trembles. “Why?”
“Because I love you.” My own voice is hoarse, body wound tight, but I don’t pause my pace. If anything, I take her just a little harder. “Because my life is empty without you.”
“You hurt me, Ivan.” It’s a moan, a reproach, yet her thighs spread wider inside the swing. The momentum alone bounces her on my cock, an exquisite rhythm, and I grab her hip with one hand to slam in deeper. “How do I believe you?”
“Because you’re the only person in this world that truly knows me, mi amor. You know that I’d do anything to keep you safe, to remove any obstacle in our way, to then lay the world at your feet.” I swallow hard and with my unoccupied hand, place hers right over where my heart beats. “You own this, bebe. That cadence has always been yours, and I’m sorry for not telling you before. I fucked up, and I own up to it.”
“I don’t—”
“Look at me. Look at me and tell me what you see.” It doesn’t take long for the fear and reproach to leave her expression, I’m baring my soul, and Amberlyn can read it. Tears begin to fall from her eyes while she tightens, those fingers dig into my chest as emotions overwhelm, bring her to the edge, and I love her through the discovery. “It was never about you being enough, Mermaid. I’m the one who lacked in this relationship, and I let my personal pursuit of that worth ruin us. For that, I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me again.”
A sob wracks her body, pussy spasming as her orgasm breaks us both, and I slam into the hilt. The way her walls suck me in deeper—massage—brings me to the edge and we fall over together. I fill her with my seed, overflowing her small passage and when it seeps from around my cock, I reach between us and spread the drops over the top of her thighs and mound.
Then, I slowly rock us to prolong the pleasure.
Shivers run through her naked form, and my heart settles when she seeks warmth in my hold. Amberlyn lets me wrap her in my arms, nestling against my chest and the tattoo of her name. There, she turns her head to place a kiss across the inked skin and I smile.
At peace.
We’re not perfect. There’s so much to still fix, but this is a start.
The chance I needed to right our story.
27
THE NEXT TIME I open my eyes, I’m disoriented and a little afraid. It’s clear to me that I’m on a plane, strapped into a very comfortable seat, but I’m alone. “What the—”
“I’m here, bebe.” Ivan’s voice calms me at once and I rub my eyes, trying to gain more of my equilibrium. We were up late into the night; mostly him talking, but I get it now.
The man I love is as idiotic as his brother, but it comes from a good place.
I told him this, too. Because had he been honest, we could’ve dealt with the brothers back home while they tried to fool me with the whole fake detainee disappearance. That earned him a smack to his shoulder, which led to him hissing, and my freaking out after I shot him.
In my defense, though, I was—am—under a lot of stress.
And for his good luck, my guilt made me cuddle him after we took a shower and I dressed the wound. It’s not large, but I burned the skin there while also causing a four-stitch gash. The resort has a good medical staff with a lot of patience because this man is hardheaded as all get out.
The compromise was they close the wound, and I clean it. I’m responsible for dressing changes and kisses to his lips for the pain and suffering he endured.
“When did we leave the island?” A yawn escapes and I arch, popping my arms out hard enough to hear a crack. “Why didn’t you wake me?’
“After everything I put you through, you needed the sleep.” There’s self-recrimination there along with his own guilt, and now that he’s open to me, I can’t look away. Not because I want to punish him—not at all. I too have my faults in this mess, but because of the beauty that is his soul.
For a killer, Ivan is sweet and caring when it comes to those he loves.
Not loyalty. Not respect.
But only those he truly loves, and it’s now unhidden and open when it comes to me.
