Page 30 of Forever and Always
My hand hovered over the small metal door, hesitation battling curiosity. With a deep breath, I swung it open, the contents spilling into view. Amidst the chaos of envelopes, one stood out—a letter in Darke’s handwriting. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of hope and fear surging through me.
I went back inside my loft, the letter clutched tightly in my hand. As I tore it open, my eyes scanned the page. Darke’swords washed over me, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to consume me. Shock, anger, and disbelief warred within me, but it was the overwhelming sense of love and longing that ultimately prevailed.
He was asking for forgiveness, admitting his mistake. My heart ached with the realization of my own foolishness. I had pushed him away, doubted his love without giving him a chance to explain. How could I have been so blind?
Tears blurred my vision as I finished reading the letter. In that moment, the weight of my actions crashed down upon me. I had hurt the one person who had shown me unconditional love and acceptance.
With renewed determination, I grabbed my keys and rushed to my car. The drive to Darke’s place was a blur, my mind racing with anticipation and dread. As I pulled up to his house, my heart pounded in my chest. This was a chance to right my wrongs, to show him how deeply I cared.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lay ahead. With trembling hands, I reached for the doorbell. The moment the door opened, and I saw Darke standing there, my world shifted. His eyes, filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty, mirrored my own.
“Darke, I’m so sorry,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. “I was being a complete idiot. I should have talked to you first. I jumped to conclusions.”
He says nothing but looks at me with need.
“Can you forgive me?” I say, as he comes towards him.
When he close to my face, Darke smashes his lips on mine. I deepen his kiss.
“Get inside, my beautiful little prince,” Darke says, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.
I feel a shiver run down my spine as Darke’s words send a thrill through me. He moves me inside, my arms wrappedaround his neck. We stumble into the living room, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss.
Darke gently pushes me down onto the couch, and I feel his weight on top of me.
“Remember one thing, little prince. I will always forgive you. You’re mine. Mine,” he says with a growl, kissing me like the beast that he is.
We continue to kiss, our hearts racing with excitement. I can feel his love and desire pouring out of him, tears of relief coming down my cheek.
Darke kisses them away.
As we break apart for a moment, Darke looks into my eyes, his gaze burning with intensity. “I love you, Bobby,” he whispers. “I’ll never let you go again.”
I smile, feeling my heart full of joy. “I love you too, Darke,” I reply. “I’m not going anywhere, my beast.”
He growls, as we share another tender kiss. Our love shining brighter than ever.
I continue kissing him, his muscular frame on me. I put my hands on his jet-black hair.
“My beast,” I whispered into his face.
Darke growls playfully, his eyes sparkling with delight. “My little prince,” he whispers back, his voice husky with desire.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. I feel his muscles flexing beneath me, his strength and power radiating from his body.
As we kiss, I run my fingers through his jet-black hair, feeling the softness and texture. Darke moans, his body responding to my touch.
He shifts, his weight pressing down on me, and I feel his arousal. I gasp, my own desire flaring to life.
Suddenly, Darke pulls back, his chest heaving with exertion. He looks at me, his eyes burning with passion. “I want you, Bobby,” he whispers. “I want to make love to you.”
“I know you do,” I say, as he scoops me up and carries me to his bed.
As Darke carries me to his bed, I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his warmth and strength. He gently lays me down on the soft blankets, his eyes never leaving mine.
He joins me on the bed, his body covering mine, and we share a tender kiss. I feel his hands exploring my body, sending shivers down my spine.
Darke pulls back, looking at me with adoration. “You’re so beautiful, Bobby,” he whispers.
