Page 76 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
Her mouth drops open. “Do you have to say it like that? I meant that I thought you were going to take my virginity!”
I shake my head, my lips closed tight.
Her brow furrows again. “Why not?”
“You’re not ready,” I reply in a gruff voice.
A glimmer of annoyance flashes across her features. “When will I be ready?”
“Sera…” I press a hand to my chest then move it to hers. “You don’t love yourself enough.”
Her lips part and her eyes fill with tears. It’s a shittything to realize but if we don’t allow ourselves to admit the truth, we can’t grow or change.
“Only when you fully love yourself can you allow me to love you with everything that I am.”
Her frown deepens as she tries to figure out what I mean.
I pull down the bedsheets and spread her legs with my hands. She gasps at the sudden move. I lightly trace the pattern of her scars with a finger, then look up sharply.
“How many of these do you have?”
She snaps her legs closed in embarrassment, but if I’m going to help her heal, we need to have this conversation.
“I don’t know how many. I didn’t keep count.”
I hold up one finger. I’m asking her to count with me. I touch that finger to the lowest, faintest scar.
“One,” she whispers.
I lightly stroke my fingertip to the scar beside it, then look up expectantly.
“Two.”
I nod to let her know she’s doing good, then smooth my fingertip to the next, and the next.
By the time we get to fifty-five, my wife is fuckingwet.
One more, baby.
I lightly tap the last, most recent scar.
“Fifty-six,” she rasps.
I lean down and lick her pussy from the opening to her clit and fucking melt into the long, breathlesswhimper that is teased from her throat. Then I move over her and bring my lips down to hers. I don’t kiss them—I just brush my lips over her mouth and close my eyes so I can feel every response.
In this moment, with my dick ferociously hard and my head spiraling in an alarmingly good way, the words flow out of my mouth with ease. They brush across her trembling lips.
“You will come once for every wound you’ve endured. Only then will you get my cock.”
Her breath shivers from her open mouth to mine and I hover there, soaking her in. The tension between us is so charged I don’t want to move.
“Why would you torture me like that?” she whispers.
“It’s not torture. You’ll thank me.”
“Why?”
“I need you soft and loose.”
