Page 93 of Scar

Again, she felt his lips against the side of her face—and then gasped. He wasn’t speaking. There was no sound, but she knew. In her heart, she knew. And the fact that he’d said it first meant so much to her.

She reached up, grabbing his chin. Tally’s grip on him was as equally possessive as his. She dragged his face away, holding it in front of hers. She wantedhimto be able to seeher.

“I love you too, Julian.”

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Tally’s screamquickly turned into an exuberant laugh as Scar threw her over his shoulder. Her cane fell to the dirt, where he left it as he stepped onto the porch. His woman had just declared her love for him, hadacceptedhis love for her. There were no more nerves, no more hesitation.

He needed to be inside her, to make her scream his name so loud it created a fixed echo so he would never again be without her voice in his head.

The cabin had a security system that he’d disabled while she was taking in her unknown surroundings. The door, however, was still locked. With her thrown over his shoulder, he didn’t have the patience to bend down to pick the lock.

A swift kick solved that problem.

The door splintered open. Fuck it. He’d planned on leaving cash for the unauthorized use of the cabin, anyway.

The cabin had a freshly-cleaned smell to it, but the dim light of the setting summer sun did little to illuminate the interior. Tally put her hands down the back of his pants, squeezing the globes of his ass as he walked them inside.

“Commando?” she giggled. “How did I know you didn’t wear undies?”

Scar shook his head at her joke, loving her playfulness. He never wore skivvies, though she’d never guess why. It was certainly for a less sexy reason than a lack of clothing. The idea of wearing underwear again wasn’t what got to him. It was the times when heonlywas in skivvies that got to him. He would rather be naked than ever wear just underwear again.

The cabin was small enough that it took no time at all for him to discover the bedroom. Ignoring the twinge in his side, Scar tossed Tally off of his shoulder and flung her across the room. Her shocked cry turned into a gasp when she finally landed on the soft mattress.

Tally felt around on the comforter for a moment before rising up onto her knees. “You know, I’ve heard a lot of people call you an asshole over the past week. Never thought I would agree with them!”

Something akin to a snort blew from his nose. Scar removed his tactical vest and long-sleeve shirt. Anticipation for the feel of her hands on his bare skin made his heart pound harder. She was the only person he ever wanted to touch him for the rest of eternity. He craved her hands with a mixture of desire and impatience.

His biker boots, socks, and pants came off next.

No barriers. She wanted all of him? She would getallof him.

Scar prowled towards the bed. He could tell she was tracking him, her chin tipped slightly in his direction. Was it wrong of him that he didn’t care that she would never see him, that he wasn’t bothered by her lack of eyes? That it was herhandson him that he wanted?

This beautiful, exotic creature before him was one of a kind, as unique as their whirlwind romance. In the dim lighting of the open window, on a bed waiting for him, Scar did not think he’d ever seen a more stunning sight in all his life.

He neared the edge of the bed. Tally reached for him, the flat of her palm connecting with his bare pec. Fuck, it was such a sweet burn.

Scar knew from his time spent in the shadows of her life that she had a birth control implant in her arm. This was good, because he didn’t have any condoms, nor did he want children. He was not in a place in his life where he could take care of a child. Additionally, he didn’t know how he would react to a child, even his own. What if he couldn’t even touch him or her? No, children were definitely not in his plans.

Selfishly, he wanted Tally all to himself. A child would require a lot of attention, and Scar was not prepared to share her.

He was clean. Tessa had tested him the day before for all sorts of things, including STDs. Some took longer than the rapid tests the hospital provided, but the chances of him having those were slim. It was the blood-borne ones he was concerned about. Not from sex, but from the amount of blood he tended to be exposed to.

Kneeling on the bed, Tally lifted her hands to his hair. The black strands were longer than he normally kept them. Her movements mirrored, Tally brought her hands down. She first traced the arc of his forehead and over his eyebrows. Scar closed his eyelids as her fingertips skimmed along his orbital bones, over his eyeballs, and to the bridge of his nose. She went down to his nose tip, separating to each nostril. Under his eyes, she went back up to his temples before going down his cheek bones. Wanting her to feel something on his face other than his disfigurements, Scar had left the scruff he’d grown during his captivity.

Her fingers outlined his lips before making their way down his chin and across his jawline to his ears. Her concentration was disturbed by shock when she felt the missing part of his right ear. She went down the length of his throat to his collarbones.

“Your heart rate picks up whenever I find a scar. Are you worried I’ll find them ugly? Because I don’t. They’re a testament of what you’ve survived.” She lowered her right hand above his heart. “You would have to be ugly in here for it to affect me.”

Was she oblivious to how black his soul was? How depraved and twisted his mind was? Perhaps it was best that she had no way to sense those.

Sitting back on her heels, Tally removed his cut. She handed him the leather, which he tossed onto the nightstand. When she reached for the hem of her shirt, though, Scar stayed her hands. Briefly gripping her wrists, he replaced her hands with his. Tally raised her arms over her head, allowing him to reveal her torso as he removed the shirt.

Her white bra contrasted erotically against the milk chocolate of her skin. Scar’s blood hummed, an almost antsy feeling radiating down his spine. The roundness of her breasts, the flat of her belly, the curve of her hips… She was perfection incarnate.

After tossing the shirt towards the door where his own clothing was, Scar reached for her arm. He touched the inside of her bicep, indicating that he knew she was on birth control.

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