Her deep brown skin against the bright pink panties was a masterpiece in itself. I almost want to cry when she covers my view with a pair of shorts. When she finally turns to face me, I look up into her eyes as if I was never staring at her ass.
“Look,” she starts. “I understand you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you don’t know what it feels like to have your heart broken, but I need some time.”
“Time for what?” I ask. “To give that muthafucker more of your energy? You’ve already wasted three years in that farce of a relationship. Why spend another second on him?”
“Because I loved him,” she shouts. “Despite what happened, I loved him.” Her voice cracks, and it pisses me off.
I scoff. “When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Nasiah. You didn’t love him. You used him.”
Her eyes widen before they narrow again. “Excuse me?”
I walk over toward her.
“You didn’t love Jamieson. You loved the idea of loving him. You loved that loving him made you seem normal. Because if you loved him and he loved you, you weren’t lonely. You weren’t the child of two selfish adults that didn’t give a shit about you.
“If he loved you and you loved him, then people would believe that the bullshit your mother did didn’t affect you. That somehow growing up in the shadows of infidelity didn’t tarnish you.”
She cuts her gaze away. I keep going.
“If you really loved him, then you would have known he wasn’t good for you. You would have known that he treated you no differently than your parents, always wanting you to change for him. Never listening to your needs or desires and not caring about how you felt. You couldn’t even have the outdoor wedding that you’d been planning since you were a teen.
“He never put you first or cared about what you had going on. Jamieson continuously took from you without ever giving anything in return. But you allowed it because the thought of you two being in love was more important than the actual relationship.”
She stares at me with her mouth agape, and tears dancing on the perimeters of her eyelids.
Although I never interfered in Nasiah’s life, it didn’t mean I wasn’t watching. I knew how lonely her childhood was and how desperately she wanted her parents’ attention. I knew that she felt as if she wasn’t good enough and that everything else was more important than her.
It’s because I knew all of this that I didn’t want to ruin what she believed she had with that guy. It’s why I didn’t break his fucking jaw the first time he slept with her sister.
Nasiah lowers her head, and I watch as a tear falls to the floor. My chest gets that strange feeling. I step forward, placing my hand on her waist. When pull her into me, I expect her to fight me, but she comes willingly. When she buries her head in my chest and sobs, I want to go back to that apartment and tear his spleen out.
“Why am I not good enough?” she asks. “No matter what I do, I’m never enough.”
I pull her head back and look down on her tear-soaked face.
“They didn’t know your value because you weren’t theirs to appreciate. From the day you looked at me in that incubator, you were mine, Nasiah. It was always my job to make you feel valued and desired. That’s why they never could do it. It took me too long to claim you. I apologize. But I’m here now. I see you. I want you, and I’ll never let you go.”
Although my plans were to form a simple mate-bond to save my ass, I’m glad I did it wrong. The last time I fell in love, I realized it was all a ploy. A scheme to use me to kill Khalid. After I broke the bond with Abrigia, I never wanted to be in anything else with another woman.
But here I am, so caught up in this human. My fucking portals are going down like stacked dominoes. My entire job could be on the chopping block, but the only thing I can think of is being here with her.
She lifts on her tiptoes and plants her lips on mine. I don’t wait or hesitate. I wrap my hand around her neck and stick my tongue into her mouth, claiming it as mine. I suck her bottom lip before I tilt my head and continue to kiss her.
Nasiah moans. It sets off a bomb inside me. Letting go of her neck, I reach down and grab her under her thick thighs, liftingher easily. She gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I sit her on top of the dresser and continue to kiss her as if the key to the heavens is locked behind her mouth. Considering she and I already have a soul-tie, I don’t have to worry about this kiss.
Releasing her lips, I look into her eyes.
“Lean back for me,” I tell her.
She obliges, pressing her back against the wall. Grabbing the sides of her shorts, I tug them down. She lifts her bottom off the dresser, and I tug her panties and her shorts down her legs and then toss them behind me. Neither of us speaks. I move slowly, deliberately.
I want Nasiah. My cock is so fucking hard right now I could use it to hammer a nail into the wall. However, I want this on her time. I want the day I slide up in her to be because she wants it.
When she doesn’t object, I pick up her foot and place it on the dresser. Grabbing the other foot, I place a kiss on her arch and then put that foot up on the dresser as well. Her legs are wide open for me.
My mouth waters at my view. Never have I seen a pussy as beautiful as hers. Fat lips that glisten from her arousal. Only a sprinkle of trimmed hair. She’s so aroused the hood on her clit is pulled back and exposing her button for me.
