And I was, to an extent. Did I believe he would let me go because of what happened? No, but I also didn’t want to believe he would grow to resent me. A relationship couldn’tgrow without intimacy. Sure, there were plenty of couples who lived without sex. And intimacy and sex weren’t always the same thing. I needed this for myself. I needed to prove they hadn’t broken me. That I could come back from what I’d faced. That I wasn’t dirty, or worthless.
He’d tried to make me believe nothing had changed. But everything had. I was a different person now. And that was okay. I’d never forget what they did. But as I sank down on him and he groaned loudly, I heard everything he’d tried to tell me. I felt it all in the way he filled me completely. Not just my pussy. But my soul. All the broken pieces were filled with his love. With his determination to make me see that I was someone he wanted. Not because of what I could do for him, but because of who I was.
I rocked my hips as something lit up inside me. My veins ignited. It felt as though my heart might burst through my chest as King whispered words of love and affirmation to me. Encouraging me to lean on him. To take from him. Tears streamed down my face as he lay there, still, letting me take what I wanted, what I needed. Letting me use his body to heal my soul.
As my orgasm built inside of me, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed my body up, letting it fall back on him over and over. I cried out his name as everything washed away—everything but him. The feel of his body beneath me, the scent of his skin. The sound of his voice as he declared his love for me.
This was a new beginning.
A new life.
A new Grace.
I collapsed against his chest, and he finally pulled his hands from the back of his head and wrapped them around me. He kissed the top of my head as I cried against him. He held me as his dick softened inside me and slipped out.
He rolled me to his side and removed the empty condom. “You didn’t—”
“Shhh, this wasn’t for me, baby. It was for you.”
“But I wanted you to...”
What did I want? For him to find pleasure in my body? I already knew he could. But he’d given me something I didn’t know I needed. It wasn’t just the orgasm. It was the release. Letting go of everything. My mother, my father, Steele, Skinner. It had all been an accumulation of pain and heartache.
And he’d taken it all.
“I love you, King.”
“I love you, Grace. Forever.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
King
The morning came, and I woke with Grace in my arms. She cried herself to sleep last night after she’d made herself come using my body. Never had a sexual experience been so profound.
And I didn’t even come.
Something healed inside her as I watched her ride my cock. A weight lifted from her. I saw it as clear as if she were shaking off a coat covered in snow from the Nebraska winters.
I could honestly say, it was the best sex I’d ever not had.
“It’s too early for you to be thinking that hard.”
I chuckled as she burrowed against me. Leaning further into my chest. I wanted nothing more than to roll over and cover her body with mine. I knew she wasn’t ready for that. But I also knew that someday she would be.
And I’d be here waiting.
Even if we were in our seventies.
“What time is it?” she groaned.
“Almost seven-thirty.” I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “You ready to talk?”
Her body stiffened. “About what?” she whispered.
“About everything. We can’t avoid them forever, but I’d like to talk with you first. I have some questions.”
She pressed her forehead against my chest. “I don’t have answers. Not yet.”
