Page 119 of Darkest Deception

“Be mad at me from my embrace. Be mad at me while I kiss you.”

Then I kiss her. She fights it at first, but then she melts into the kiss.

She kisses me harsher and bites my lip, bursting my lip open, then sucks the blood, making me moan. I lift her off the ground, and her legs wrap around me as I walk us towards her bathroom. I let her go, and she stands in front of me. I remove her sports bra, take off her leggings, then take off my clothes, and we stand naked in front of each other.

My eyes take in my fill of her, her perky breasts, her long legs, perfectly manicured nails, and her blond hair that cascades down her back. With every breath she takes, her breasts bounce softly. I also see the marks all over her body, but they don’t faze me nor bother me.

I also see the faint hickeys I left around her breasts and on her neck.

I reach out, softly running a finger over the fading marks.

“You look good with my marks on you.”

She slaps my hand away and walks to the shower. My eyes stay trained on her ass.

And I follow.

As soon as the shower turns on, and I step in behind her, I snake an arm around her waist and pull her to me.

“Now that you have given me every inch of yourself, I can’t let you go, Ambrose. It never was only physical with you. My raw emotions were dripping for you to take your fill.” I murmur.

The bathroom starts to steam up.

“It was me admitting you in my life, knowing how much danger I would be in if I were to say in London longer than two years, yet here I am, making the impossible possible for you. Here I am laying myself bare for you. Take everything from me, Ambrose, but please forgive me, baby.”

I place a kiss on her shoulder.

“Please forgive, Ambrose,” I murmur. “Do you forgive me?”

She shakes her head. But it doesn’t matter. She will.

I place kisses all over her body, on any inch of skin I can reach, to let her know that I’m sorry if I hurt her. I won’t fuck her but being close with her brings me immense peace and I can’t let that go.

After the shower, I wrap her in a towel, then myself, I turn her towards the mirror and grab a comb.

And I comb her hair.

“Tell me what that little attitude was about earlier. Hmm?”

She scowls at me through the mirror. “Do you expect me to be nice and sweet to you?”

I smile with a shake of my head. “No, I like you just the way you are, hard edges, two-edged knife, and a little minx.”

Her scowl slowly melts at my words while her hands grab hold of the edge of the counter in front of us.

“You are perfect for me.” I place another kiss on her shoulder.

“Why do you keep kissing me there?” She surprises me.

I look at her through the mirror and grin.

“Because you close your eyes for a mere second when I do that, and I love that look on your face.”

She instantly scowls again. I grab her chin and turn her around. She crosses her arms.

“Stop it,” she grits out.

“Stop what?” I smile.

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