Page 137 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

I’d missed him. For two weeks, I missed his touch, his voice and yes, even his silly jokes, so when he told me one unexpectedly, I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me. I buried my face in his chest and inhaled his scent. He said we weren’t second-chance mates, but his scent still smelled so good to me. It smelled like my Chris.

Nenetl was content at the moment. I’d been afraid she was falling into depression at the thought that Chris and Titan didn’t want us. She’d fallen just as hard as I had. I didn’t think it was possible for wolves to fall for someone other than their fated mates, but I think the fact that we knew our fated mate was dead freed her of that expectation.

They helped us heal. They were there for us when we were at our lowest. They never judged me or her for how we dealt with our trauma. They were simply a force of support at our side, and a wall against anything we deemed too hard to cope with.

He had more than earned our love.

I sighed as I felt his arms tighten around me, and I wrapped my arms around his torso. I felt a sliver of flesh from where his shirt had ridden up, and I pushed the fabric up a little more so I could feel his heated flesh against my hands. There was a weird noise coming from him when I spread my hands on his back, and he tensed a little for a moment before he sighed deeply, and relaxed.

We stayed like that for a good while, just enjoying holding each other. I thought back to everything he said, and I hoped he meant it, because while I might have survived this heartbreak, I didn’t know that I could survive it a second time.

Don’t think about it. It’s out of your control, and it will only sour what we have now.

I kept Nenetl’s words in mind and pushed myself closer to the man I loved. My lips were at the v of his shirt, and I couldn’t help but place a kiss on his chest. The light sprinkling of dark hair tickled my nose, so I tried to scratch it against his shirt. His breathing became agitated, and one of his hands against my lower back moved a little lower until he was cupping my butt and pressing me against him. I could feel his erection against my leg, and I felt my core respond to the possibilities.

“Chris,” I breathed out, kissing the same spot on his chest, and moving my hands up on his back so I could feel more of him.

He pushed me onto my back, hovering above me with a look of unadulterated passion on his face. I pushed up a little to meet him in a heated kiss. A strangled groan rose from him, and he guided me back down until I was laying back on the pillow. He took over the kiss, and I gladly let him. I opened my lips to him and he didn’t hesitate to invite himself in. I moaned when he wrapped an arm under me and pulled my lower half against his hardness, his hand splayed on my butt.

He began kissing down my neck, and I moved to give him more access. I could feel a tight coil forming in my lowerabdomen and started rubbing my legs together. The need to touch myself was growing, but my hands were busy digging into his heated flesh.

His lips made their way down my shirt. He put me down and removed his hand so he could push my shirt up to my neck, while the other still held him up. He stared down at my breasts, covered by a lacy purple bra.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. His eyes left my chest and met mine again, a sliver of uncertainty on them. “I wan—Do you know what triggers you?”

I shook my head.

“No one’s touched me. Not sinc—” I stopped.

What could I say? I didn’t know what anything what supposed to feel like. No one touched me before and no one touched me after. All I knew was those days, and I hoped I could forget them someday. I thought for the longest time that no one would ever be able to touch me in any kind of sexual way without my mind going back to that night, but this man with the patience of a saint had already proven that to be inaccurate.

“Tell me when something doesn’t start to feel good or you need me to stop,” he instructed, his eyes never leaving mine.

My heart started thumping in my ears loudly, and I nodded. I trusted him. Once he was satisfied I would comply, he bent down and kissed me again until I felt myself relaxing. He began his descent down my neck again, slow and methodical. When he got to my chest, his eyes flickered up to mine, checking to make sure I was still okay. I gave him a small nod, and he laid one long kiss on the swell of my left breast. I closed my eyes, sighing when he started peppering both mounds with small, slow kisses. My hands went into his hair, and I pulled the rubber band holding it back so I could comb my hands through his silky strands.

I was so lost in the feelings this wonderful man was stirring in me, that I didn’t notice when he pushed the fabric of my bradown, until his lips closed around one nipple and rung a moan out of me. I could feel moisture pooling between my legs, and I was too wrapped up in the feel of his tongue on my nipple to feel embarrassed. I whimpered a little when I felt the cold air hit the bud he’d been playing with, and the tip pebbled. He groaned and pulled it into his mouth again, before he let it go and moved to the other.

He lowered his body down to one elbow as he closed around my other breast, one hand going to the boob he had just vacated.

“I could play with these all day,” he rasped, and his words were like a bucket of ice over my body.

I fought to stay in the moment, but when Nenetl whimpered at the memory, I lost the battle, and my mind transported me back to the first night. The pain, the hands, me begging him to stop.

“Violet! Fight it, Little Warrior. Come back to me. They’re not here. It’s just you and me, baby, and I would never hurt you.”

His voice penetrated and shattered the hold the memories had over me. I wasn’t lying down anymore. I was sitting on the bed, cradled in his arms. I swallowed oxygen I didn’t know my body desperately needed, and began to cough. It took a while, but my body slowly calmed down, and I felt tears stinging my eyes when I realized I had freaked out.

I didn’t want to look at him. Embarrassment, pain and frustration hit my heart like a truck. What should have been a beautiful moment was ruined because I wasn’t normal anymore. I was broken, and no matter how much I wanted to pretend I could be normal again, I didn’t know if it was possible.

“Violet. Violet look at me.”

I buried my face in his chest instead, the first of my sobs leaving my throat as I cried against the injustice that no matter how hard I fought, Nickolas would always win.

“I’m sorry.” I cried. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh.” He rocked me as I sobbed.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered again when I thought I couldn’t possibly cry anymore. “I understand if you want to leave.”

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