Page 157 of Poison Vows

“You’re hurt!”

“Old wounds,” I lie.

“Emmett.”

“I’m all right. It doesn’t hurt.”

A million thoughts and emotions pass through her face as she looks up at me.

She’s shy, hesitant, but paying close attention, watching everything.

I watch as she bites her bottom lip, and the blood in my veins roars, boiling to a fever pitch.

“Don’t,” I bite out.

“What?”

“Is this what you wanted to do?” I ask instead, not wanting to reveal how much she has me completely at her mercy.

I reach for the white lace panties she’s wearing and start to pull them down as gently as possible, while holding her gaze. “Is this what you imagined when you were reading your smut and moaning my name in your room?”

“I—”

Not waiting for her response, I rip her panties apart.

“All you should’ve done is come to me, baby,” I whisper. I’m going to completely erase every thought, idea, every fucking fantasy she might have had and give her everything beyond all that. “I’d give you anything you want. No one is allowed to fulfill your fantasies but me, do you understand?”

She quickly nods her head, her curly hair fanned out on the sheets like a work of exquisite art.

Will she ever know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?

In this life, will she ever know how I’ve salivated over her like a fucking addict, secretly hiding my desire for her, pushing her away, staying away, punishing myself with hugging her every now and then? Selfishly savoring the stolen moments, including the ones I intentionally manipulated just to have her as close to me as possible?

Maybe she’ll never know all the insane things I’ve done for her, but I’ll be damned if another asshole has her.

I’m not perfect, and I shouldn’t be doing this at all because I haven’t recovered and we don’t know if the new heart is doing well, but for tonight, and however many nights I have with my wife, I’ll gladly sink into the possibility of us.

Tonight, her desire is my command.

So, I sink two fingers into her tight sex and start to slowly thrust.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, and she nods, gasping for breath. “I want to hear you.”

“Y-yes,” she stutters, and I keep pumping in her, slowly picking up the pace, and she gasps loudly.

“Do you want me?” I watch her closely. I might be a selfish asshole, but there’s a line I’ll never cross, no matter how depraved I might be when it comes to human life. “Do you want me to take you, Angel?”

Her lips part just a bit and I lean down, bringing our faces closer.

“Because when you say it, that’s final,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her again. I just had a small taste, but I already know that if I died kissing her, I’d go happily to wherever my soul deserves to go.

“Tell me, Angel,” I urge. “I’ve waited our entire lives for this. I don’t mind waiting longer if you’re not ready.”

The words flow easily from my lips.

I’m not a saint, nor am I a good guy, but Angel’s safety is nonnegotiable.

“I want you,” she whispers. “I’ve always wanted you…” She trails off, but I hear the unspoken words that have echoed between us.

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