If someone hurt her, again…
My eye twitches at the thought, fists curling by my sides.
“N-no I, I…” she starts to trail off, getting lost in her memories of something I can’t see.
I rush toward my girl, the fear of scaring her outweighed by something much deeper–my need to protect her. She’s mine. And right now, she needs me more than she needs space.
“Hey, you’re okay. I’m here, gorgeous. Nothing can hurt you now,” I coo to her softly.
Lifting my hand to her face, I cradle her soft cheek in my palm. Touching her sparks something deep and undeniable. She feels like home. Like I’ve always known her, even if I’ve never had her.
“I can’t change the past, but I can be whatever you need me to be right now. You say the words and I’lltake care of it,” I tell her, and it’s true. I would do anything to keep a smile on that pretty face.
She sniffles, and her red-rimmed and glossy eyes rise to meet mine.
“Can you make the bad touches go away?”
CHAPTER 12
Aisling
The words escape my lips like a confession. I don’t know what I’m expecting. Shit, I don’t even know how he’s here. None of this makes sense, and at this point, I don’t think it’s supposed to.
My thoughts escape me as his strong arms wrap around my waist. He places his forehead to mine and breathes out slowly, his eyes searching mine.
“Are you sure about that, little nightmare? Because once I’m done with you, breathing won’t just be hard - it will be impossible.”
I almost choke on my spit. I’m sorry, but this is definitely a dream. Never in my life has a man talked tome like that – and by the way my pussy is tingling right now, she likes it too.
I try to speak, but my words come out in stutters.
Yeah, I think he broke my brain.
“Words, princess,” he growls, the sound low and restrained like he’s holding himself back by a thread. “Dream or not, I won’t touch you unless you beg me to.”
Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and every rational thought is gone in an instant.To fuck or not to fuck?Yeah… I think we all know where this is going.
“I’m sure.”
The moment I speak those words, I feel the energy in the air shift –hisenergy shift. A shiver blooms beneath my skin as his fingers lazily glide across my jawline. He begins to drag them down my throat, following his own movements as carefully as a surgeon would focus on a patient.
My pussy throbs as he traces patterns across mycollar bone and down my cleavage. He pushes my shirt up, revealing the luna moth tattoo on my stomach, and I look up at him, my throat filled with stones. His eyes search mine, and in that moment, I’ve never needed someone’s touch more in my life.
He grabs my hips, causing my heart to skip a beat, before lifting me onto the table. My arms move on their own volition as his lips crash into mine.
My fingers find his thick, messy hair, gripping him like I’ve always belonged here. Reality slips away the moment his rough hands find my thighs.
I pull back, just enough to look at him. To seehim. Every sharp line of his jaw, the contrast of his caramel skin against the paleness of mine. He’s the dark to my light, the storm to my quiet. And I want to remember him like this, right before I fall.
Without giving me even a second more, he reaches behind me, grabbing something from the table. My pulse quickens as I take in the giant candlestick he’s holding. It’s one of the few that hasn’t been lit yet.
He falls to his knees before me, like he’s meant to bethere. His hand finds my thigh again, grounding me while everything else spirals.
“Please,” I breathe, the word barely a whisper, but he catches it.
Of course he does.
He doesn’t look up at me, he doesn’t stop, but I can see the corner of his mouth tilt up into a smirk, showing me something primal within him.
