A cautious smile crosses her lips. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” I thrust into her again, palming her tits so they shake in my hands as I fuck her. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“I guess you’ve looked at enough to know.”
I freeze, my eyes narrowing. “Is that jealousy, Willa Elliott?”
She bites her lower lip. “No.”
Flipping us around, I lie down on the bed with her on top of me. I grab her face and pull her close so her nipples brush my chest.
“I think that was jealousy.” I lift my hips, and she grinds her pussy on my cock. So fucking wet. “Does that turn you on? Hating me for everything I’ve done?”
“No.” She glares.
“I think it does, princess. You want to know why?” She grinds on my cock again, and I thrust deep, not able to hold back with her. “It doesn’t matter what I’ve seen or done. The moment I look at you, I don’t see anything else. You are the paradise that ends me for all others. You are the most beautiful person, inside and out.”
Her fingers grip my shoulders as she starts to ride me.
My girl likes being degraded, but clearly she likes praise as well. Her pussy is so snug and slick. I can barely contain myself.
“You see all the good and bad in me, Willa.” I brush my lips over hers. “I see yours too. And do you know what?”
“What?” Her question is a gasp.
A plea.
A breath.
A hope.
It’s everything I’ve needed to hear my entire life, answering questions only my soul can put answers to.
“I love all of you.” I pepper a soft kiss on her lower lip, and she freezes.
Her eyes wide. “What did you say?”
“I love you,” I admit.
I probably shouldn’t have. She feels so good and looks so pretty that I’m saying shit my defenses aren’t ready for. But when I look in her eyes, I can’t lie.
Never could.
She blinks away the storm in her gaze, and there’s nothing left between us. “You love me?”
“More than my next breath.” I sit, holding her in my arms as she starts to ride me again. “Jealousy looks damn good on you. But you have nothing to be jealous of. You’re it for me.”
My hands drag up her back into her dark hair. Her tits press softly against my chest. I can’t get enough of her. This could be my last moment on Earth, and I’d die happy.
Maybe this is why I’ve been shut down for years. She was the only one who knew the real me, and when I lost her, I lost that as well.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who was lost.
God, the things that her father did to her. It doesn’t matter if he never laid a hand on her. He broke my girl. I cup her cheeks in my hands and soak in all that fear. All her guilt and regret.
I’ll take it all in if that’s what she needs to feel lighter.
She’d probably say I’m just carrying the burden of someone else again. But with her, it doesn’t matter; I’ll take it all. She’s not my club or my family—she’s my soul outside my body. My heart pumping blood through my veins. I’d go to hell and back for this girl. I’d take the full weight of the world. There is nothing I won’t do to make sure she finally has what she deserves.
