Page 114 of Stitches

I traced along his plump lips, making him smile a little.

“I want to talk to you if that’s OK,” he said before kissing my forehead.

I squeezed his hand and waited for him to speak.

“I’m sorry about last night. We all are. We tend to lose it, and we lose it more when it’s you who is involved. The shit Adam said really pissed us off. I’m sorry you had to see and hear everything.”

I licked my lips and studied him.

“You’re not just some whore for us. Some piece of ass. It’s not like that with you. We’ve been with plenty of girls before you, but believe me when I say you’rethe one, Sirena. We fucking love you. We need you. This isn’t a passing phase or anything like that. Someday, we’ll figure out a way to whisk you off and marry you. All of us.”

I gave him a smile. I liked that idea.

“At least I hope we can,” he continued, his voice lowering. “I want that with you. To be your husband. Your protector. Maybe someday the father of your kids if you decide you want to have any.”

My heart skipped at his words.

“I’d make a shit husband and father, but I’d really fucking try, baby. I would. I’d do anything for you.” He kissed me, his lips soft and gentle.

“You’d be a good husband, Malachi, and a great dad,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, angel.” He breathed out. “I didn’t even really know my own old man. I have brief flashes of him in my mind from time to time, but that’s it. My mom wasn’t great, and neither were the men she’d bring home. They hurt me. All those wounds brought me here though. To you. So I guess I don’t regret any of them.”

I traced my fingers along the deep scars on his chest and abdomen, his body shivering slightly beneath my touch as we faced each other. The scars were jagged, but he’d covered them with so many colorful tattoos.

“I’m Hispanic,” he continued. “On my mother’s side.”

I traced his biggest scar up to his throat and slowly back down again. He let out a soft breath.

“I don’t ever speak the language anymore because it reminds me of all the terrible shit that happened to me in my life, but I’ve always wanted to tell you this in my language with the hope that maybe it’ll make things better for us.” He tilted my chin up and placed a sweet kiss to my lips.“Si sólo pudiera amar una cosa en este mundo, te elegiría a ti para la eternidad.It meansIf I could only love one thing in this world, I'd choose you for eternity.”

My heart melted at his words.

His lips met mine in a dance we were becoming accustomed to, only this dance was slow and sweet. Nothing like how his brutality usually was.

After a moment, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his lap.

He stared up at me with some much love and devotion on his face it made me feel like I could fly on the wings he’d given me.

I managed to shimmy out of my panties and tug off my nightgown while he pushed his boxers off.

With no time wasted, I slid onto his waiting erection, taking all of him deep inside myself with a soft hiss that he mimicked as he held my hips.

Slowly, I rocked on him, mesmerized as his dark eyes rolled back and his face contorted in pleasure. I liked to see him like this. So free. So content.

His lips parted, and I kissed them. He came alive beneath me, his fingers in my hair, on my body, mine exploring him just the same way.

Before long, he had me rolled onto my back, making love to me in a sweet manner that was uncharacteristic for the Stitches I knew. Whenever I’d been with him, he’d been rough. This time he was careful and gentle.

He still pinned my wrists above my head and kissed my neck, his cock sliding in and out of me in a delicious slow dance.

When I came, I did so whispering his name so he could hear my prayers.

He followed, filling me completely, his body trembling as he balanced himself over me.

“Eternity will never be long enough,” he murmured, resting his forehead against mine.

“It’s a good start,” I whispered back, kissing him again.

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