Page 79 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“Then why do you keep crying and running from me? What am I doing wrong?”

“Oh,” she says as if recognition hits. “The first time you had been drinking before … before our kiss. I didn’t want you to regret anything in the morning.

“In the days that followed, I wanted desperately to talk to you about it, but I couldn’t find my words. I was too anxious about what you would say. Then you were gone.”

“Okay, I can understand that.” I sigh. “But what happened in Italy? Why were you crying and why did you leave?”

“I … I met this woman at a charity event in a gallery. She told me some things. One of them being about someone with a ballerina dancing in music.

“When I saw the tattoo on your forearm, I wasn’t willing to take a chance. I couldn’t lose you. You couldn’t die trying to protect me. I love you. I wouldn’t allow you to die.”

I crush my lips to hers and kiss her passionately. I feel like a fool for all the time we’ve missed together. I’ve stayed away because I thought I had been doing something wrong and didn’t want to pressure her.

My tired mind is still processing all she has said, but the main thing screaming at me is that I never hurt her. She can handle our marriage and our relationship. She wants to be here.

“Say it again,” I breathe into her mouth.

“Say what?”

“That you love me.”

She cups my face in both hands and pointedly catches my eyes as she ducks her head to look up at me. “I love you, Michael. I always have. I don’t want to be away from you.

“But I will not share you. You are my husband. If you can’t love me back. I deserve better.

“I have thought long and hard about whether or not your friend Julissa fits into the guidelines for a kill. She doesn’t, but she will be my first exception—because I just want to—if you continue to see her and share what’s mine.”

I scoff loudly before I take her lips again. I have no idea how she knows about Julissa, but she never has to worry about her. I deepen the kiss to pour all my love into it.

“Michael, please don’t try to distract me or deter my thoughts. This is important to me. I am your wife. Ellen says it’s safe for me to be here now.

“I want you and I want your love, but I don’t want to share you with another woman. I would like for you to be tested before I allow you to enter my body again. I will not be given an STD because of your exploits.”

“Sim, baby. I have never touched a woman other than you since we’ve been married. Julissa and I took a break because I couldn’t give her my heart. It has always belonged to you.

“I have never even kissed another woman. I love you more than you could ever know. But, Symphony?”

“Yes, Michael?”

“Hearing you say you would kill for me has me so hard. I miss being inside you. Do you wa?—”

“Yes, I would like for you to fuck me. Please.”

She tears my shirt open, sending buttons flying. I don’t know whether to laugh or groan. This feels right.

I know I could never bring myself to be with another because my heart has always known that someday she would be right here—in my arms, where she belongs. We both work feverishly to get my clothes off. I move my lips to her neck and begin to suck on her skin.

The flavor of coconut bursts against my tongue and I realize that’s the scent I’ve been smelling since I climbed up the bed. I reach to palm one of her breasts and the fabric feels saturated with liquid.

I pull away with my brows knit and reach for the light switch. Light begins to illuminate the bed area, revealing my wife to me. I growl and quickly get my pants off.

I need to have her now. In the light, I can confirm she’s in a thin white tank top and white panties. Her nipples straining against the thin, moist-looking fabric. Her long legs look like silk as they glisten with oil.

Her little white panties seem to be saturated as well, as they cling to her pussy. She’s covered in oil, making her warm brown skin look like something I want to devour with my mouth.

“Symphony,” I groan as she reaches into her panties and begins to rub her pussy.

“I have waited a long time to have you inside of me again, Michael. I’m aching for you. Please, I need you so badly.”

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