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“What happened wasn’t your fa—”
He places his fingers back over my mouth gently to silence me and closes his eyes.
“How does the story end, Troj?” I ask, pulling his hand away when he opens them back up to me.
“I’m really hoping it ends with you saying you’ll be mine again,” he whispers. “Your uncle gave me this after the fight. It was your mother's. He told me I should give it to you as a wedding gift. These beads and the symbols on them all mean something. They’re promises I wanna make you.” His fingertips roll over the beads that now rest in my palm.
“I know what they mean,” I snuffle back tears.
I’d given up all hope of this, I thought I’d lost him forever.
“So, you tell me, how does our story end, Shaniya?” he asks, and I don’t even have to think about my answer.
“It doesn’t,” I take his cheek in my hand and raise my mouth to his, and when our lips touch I feel that swell in my chest, and the tingle my skin has missed so much.
Despite all that's happened, I’ve never forgotten how right we felt together. It's how I knew I’d never get over him.
Troj pulls me on top of him, deepening our kiss by pressing his palm into the back of my head, and I feel him harden beneath me.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He pulls his mouth from mine and looks between us, angry at himself.
“No,” I shake my head back at him. “Don’t be sorry. I thought after what happened, you wouldn’t…”
“What… Shan, no!” He shakes his head at me, looking broken. “That would never be possible. Never. I can’t explain what happened to me after. I let my anger take over, and I was… I was scared of you.”
“Scared of me?” I laugh at him, how can a man like Troj be scared of me?
“I didn’t know how to fix what happened, I felt helpless. So I focused on the only thing I could do. I made them hurt, and I hurt you in the process. I never meant for that to happen. And I figured you’d be better off without me.”
“No Troj. This…” I glance down between us to his hard cock, “it feels right.” I can’t believe the words myself. But this, crazy as it sounds, feels like a cure. The last men to touch me were them, and that's been plaguing me. Troj’s hands on me make me feel safe and remind me of better times.
“I wanna give you a proper wedding day.”
“No.” I shake my head back at him and take some control.
“Since that night, I’ve felt…” I take a long breath because I don’t know how to make this sound right.
“Talk to me,” Troj’s hand slides behind my ear, pulling me down so my forehead touches his.
“I need you to make it all go away,” I blurt the words out. “That time at your cabin, what you did to me felt so wonderful. I need to know that I can feel like that again. I need new memories to replace the awful ones. And I don’t want to wait,” I admit.
Troj looks shocked, maybe even a little scared. But I follow on with courage, sitting back up on my knees that straddle his waist and sliding my nightdress off over my head.
“Shan.” He licks at his bottom lip hungrily, but holds back, and when his eyes drop past my breasts to my torso, I notice them flare with rage when he sees my scars.
When he looks back up at me, I brace myself for his disgust, but instead, the hand he’s got behind me draws me closer as he leans himself forward.
His lips touch the healed over ridges that were slashed into my skin, like he has the power to erase them, and everything I suspected is confirmed.
Troj is the cure.
His hand moves slowly, sliding up my body to cup my breast, squeezing me gently in his palm, while his mouth continues to kiss over my wounds. I feel that desire inside me again, the one I never expected I ever would, and happy tears start to brim in my eyes when I don’t feel weak anymore. I feel more powerful than ever. Because I know that I can overcome this now.
This is everything I need, to feel desired, to feel hope and to feel like his again.
When he lays back with his head resting against the pillow, his eyes admire my body in a way I never imagined he would again, and as his hand slides lower over my stomach, his fingertips brush over the panties I’m wearing.
I hear myself moan when his thumb starts making gentle circles through the fabric, right over the spot where I pulse for him.
