Page 51 of Vows From Hell

“I promise.’’

“Promise me that it won’t be more than a year.’’

“I promise.’’

“Good.’’ She swallowed. “If you don’t keep your promises, I’ll personally send you to prison. At least that’s an excuse not to be with me.’’

I chuckled, but her stern expression made my smile drop.

“It’s a deal.’’

Then, her lips came crashing onto mine.

XVI

STORM

Micah had changed.

At first, I didn’t realize just how much, but over the past couple of days, I finally saw him for the man he truly was. Perhaps, he was like this before he started killing and went to prison, and the circumstances changed him.

He was treating me like I was a porcelain doll, afraid that I was going to break accidentally. And that attention and being taken care of healed my inner wounds. Although I didn’t show it, I was very appreciative of the way he’d been treating me.

Until he told me he was going to leave again.

In that moment, all the wounds that he’d healed had reopened. They seemed to be bigger and they hurt far more than I thought was possible. The rational part of my brain understood his reasoning. Hell, it even encouraged the idea because it meant a smoother future.

But the emotional part of me was torn. Too many possibilities and bad outcomes sneaked their way into my brain, like a poison spreading through my mind. Even his tender hug was barely able to soothe the ache in my chest.

I didn’t do all of that just for him to throw everything away and leave.

However, once I looked into that green forest, I found myself pausing. The veil of anger slowly lifted until it vanished completely. He didn’t cry, though he was pretty close. His eyes were red and the amount of pain and sorrow within told me just how difficult this decision was for him.

After all, he was abandoning me again.

Two broken souls sought solace in one another, healing together.

My lips fell onto his in a passionate kiss. The warmth started melting the ice inside of me, butterflies filled my stomach, and my heart couldn’t stop racing. His hands went under my shirt, caressing my skin and leaving goosebumps in all the places he’d touched.

Tenderly, he took off my shirt as I unbuttoned his.

For a moment, all I did was stare at his inked body, touching his defined chest and admiring the view. This man was beyond gorgeous. His entire body was a work of art and it was mine to look at.

“You’re beautiful,’’ Micah mumbled.

I glanced up, staring into his eyes only to find him mesmerized. He was barely blinking, and his mind was elsewhere. Yet, he couldn’t take his attention off me. The most loving, caring, and possessive look flashed behind his eyes.

“And you’re all mine.’’ He brought his head to my chest, taking my erect nipple in his mouth. I moaned and he started sucking, swirling his tongue around the aching spot.

My hands were in his hair, softly tugging on it. Picking me up, he laid us on bed, with him on top of me. He started leaving wet kisses all over my collarbone, alternating between sucking and biting.

The room was filled with my moans. Each part of my skin he’d touched felt as if it’d been set on fire.

I’d always known just how skillful he was. He took off my underwear and sweats in the blink of an eye, leaving me to wonder how the hell did one acquire such speed?

His bulging cock pressed against my bare pussy, with a thin layer of clothing separating us. My juices and his precum soaked it, and his cock twitched when I dug my nails into his back.

“Please,’’ I whimpered. He grabbed my knees and pushed my legs apart. “No foreplay. I need you right now.’’

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