My back arched as my head flew back, a sound leaving my mouth that I had never heard before. He hissed a curse and began thrusting up into me faster, harder, so uncoordinated yet passionate. Wild.
Unhinged.
“I love you,” I moaned, my body shaking around him. Tears were streaming down my face as waves and waves of emotion crashed into me.
“You fucking better. Lost my goddamn mind because of you, princess,” he snapped, spanking my ass as he slammed into me once, twice. He groaned, my name falling from his lips as his length swelled inside me.
I rotated my hips, wanting all of it. "Every last drop," I breathed, still coming.
"Fuck, yeah," he grunted, kissing me. Our bodies continued moving as our highs faded.
A comfortable silence stretched between us as our emotions tried to gain control of our mouths. His hands rubbed up and down my thighs, but when they got to my waist, I winced. He froze, looking up at me as his dark brows came together.
“Did I—”
I cut him off, trying to stop the toxic thoughts from forming in his mind. “No, it’s just the—”
He lifted my shirt, halting my words. I watched his face with an uneasy caution as he took in the sight. I knew that it must look horrific.
“It’s not pretty,” I murmured.
Keeping his eyes on the bruise. “You could be covered in scars, and my desire for you would never diminish, Haley.” The hardness in his voice made me swallow.
Watching him as he tentatively traced the outlines of the biggest bruise, I held my breath.
“They kicked you,” he stated, his eyes flicking up to mine for a brief moment.
I nodded, pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear.
“Bastards,” he murmured, malice lacing his deep voice.
“I’m okay,” I assured him gently.
“Any pain, any cuts or bruises that you bear, is an extra weight placed on my shoulders.”
“You don’t have to carry it.” My brows came together. My mistakes were my burdens to bear, not his. My heart fluttered.
The love that this man possessed for me knew no bounds.
He chuckled. “You are under my protection, Haley, and I failed.”
I dropped my shirt, feeling vulnerable for all the wrong reasons. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. The man before me was exhausted, worn, beaten down…because of me. One of my hands reached out to wrap around his wrists, my thumb stroking his fair skin. “I’ll never forgive myself for what you have become…” I admitted, my voice fluctuating with regret.
He smiled. It was miniscule, but oh, how it blinded me. He stared down at our hands, his cock still inside me, the two of us connected in the most human way, and yet it still wasn’t enough.
I wanted normalcy back.
I wanted us to be happy again, to laugh again, free from any danger that may be lurking around the corner.
“This darkness inside me is something I was born with, Haley. Passed down from my father,” he explained, sneering a bit at the end.
“I hate him.”
His eyes met mine. “I don’t want you hating anyone for me, Haley. I just need you to love me,” he whispered, his throat bobbing.
“I never planned on stopping, agent.”
He kissed me then, cupping my face in his hands, his lips molding to mine. His scruff scratched against my skin, and I actually liked it.
