Page 43 of Give Me Perfect Love

I left my past, and I planned to leave the memories there with it.

But I wasn’t successful.

They still haunt me, terrorize me, and they’re more vivid now than they’ve been in years.

Burning the place down and tearing it apart satisfied my anger, but it didn’t heal my scars. It didn’t erase the bad that happened there.

No matter how much I wished it would.

It was a temporary relief.

When Bryce tried to deepen things in the hotel room, I seized up. I couldn’t shake the images in my mind. I couldn’t rid myself of Saw and his revolting smell– brown filtered cigarettes and cheap whiskey.

Everything was raw. The scabs of my past had been ripped open the moment I stepped foot into that falling hellhole.

I wanted Bryce to take it all away. To help me get it all out of my mind. But being in that town and so close to where everything bad happened…I just couldn’t let go and be with him.

But now.

Away from it all and back to the city I do call my home, I shed the filth Saw tried to clothe me in and become the Kathrine I was when Lucy and Claire helped me find a place to call my own.

Being here with Bryce soothes my worries and fuels me with determination.

I will live on.

I will be better for him…forus.

Because he deserves all of me, not just the parts on the outside. Bryce Grant deserves my soul, and I will serve it to him on a silver platter.

Take my soul.

Take my body.

Have my goddamn heart because you already do anyway.

I want him.

I’ll always want him.

Need him.

Love him foolishly.

I wrap my legs around his waist, rough jeans against delicate skin, and when he kisses the dip in my throat, I feel my core drown in want and my belly tighten in anticipation.

My hands reach down, desperate to remove the clothing between us. With the help of my heels, I slide his pants over his hips and ass. We’re standing on the edge, our hearts slamming against ribs and gushing out blood. Butterflies spread wings when I feel his cock hit my stomach and I sit up, yanking off my shirt and unhooking my bra, discarding them beside the bed before his kiss is back on my lips.

His tongue is back dancing with mine, our breaths ragged, our skin on fire. He reaches his hand down and dips his finger inside me. I cry out in pure, utter bliss, closing my eyes tightly.

Another finger goes in smooth as black silk, causing me to pant with unadulterated want. My legs open wider, and my stomach clenches. I’m unashamed when it comes to my need to be with him this way.

Close, but not close enough.

I want him fully inside, claiming me the only way he can, erasing bad thoughts and bleeding memories.

I open my eyes, looking at his beautiful face. Emotion filled and timeless. He bites his bottom lip as pure grit rests on his brow.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

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