Page 31 of Possessed By You
He lowers me onto our bed, and I settle in silently, dragging the sheet up over me. The light in the room flickers off and the other side of the mattress sinks beside me. I tense when his body presses up against mine, his warm chest on my back. He acts as if he doesn’t feel my resilience and wraps himself around me, tight enough to hurt.
Emotion washes over me as his lips brush my shoulder, his limbs providing the only amount of protection I’ve received today. He hasn’t said a word, but I’m sure he’s apologizing.
He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses the skin there. “I could never look at you like I did back then, Darcy. Never. I didn’t love you then.”
He laces his fingers with mine on my pillow and captures them, so he can overwhelm me and ensure that I accept what he’s trying to give me. At my first sign of submission, a tilt of my cheek into his seeking mouth, he takes advantage and crosses the short amount of space until he can find home to experience the same amount of submission. He expresses his love in achingly slow caresses, his tongue entering me with searching licks. There is no ulterior motive, no rush to take it further. Despite the strain to my neck, I meet his every push and pull, relishing the attention after the day we’ve had. No anger could surpass this.
“I love you now,” he whispers to me. “I could never leave.”
My fingers relax in reaction when he buries his face into my neck, losing a great deal of tension we’ve conceived over the night.
“We don’t have to have all the answers right now. We will figure everything out,” I say, a noticeable weakness in my voice, hoarse from the tears I’ve shed.
“We will. I know we will.”
I’m not sure whether he believes that or not, but just by him saying it, I gain some of the hope I’d lost.
