Page 10 of My Demon Husband
He puts two fingers to my lips and shushes me.
“My sweet darling boy, you can doubt me every day for the rest of our lives and I wouldn’t love you any less. You hear me?”
“H-how? How don’t you hate me? You’d never doubt me.”
He smiles and turns his hand, grabbing my chin and rubbing it with his thumb.
“You’ve been through hell, darling boy. First, the Taylors. Then those brats. You’re right to distrust people. You’re right to be precautious.”
“But not with you.”
“Yes. Even with me. If anything, I prefer you doubting me every once in a while over trusting me one hundred percent all the time. That way I can prove my love to you every day. So I can never forget. Not that I ever could.”
“Now I feel even guiltier.”
He tuts and hovers his lips in front of mine.
I close my eyes and wait for his kiss, but…but it never lands.
“What—” I open my eyes, and that’s when he kisses me. That’s when he claims my mouth, lips, tongue, and soul.
The distressed heat inside me turns to passion, and I move my hands up to his neck and hold him for a second, a minute, maybe an hour.
I always lose my sense of time when I’m with him, when he’s kissing me. When he’s looking into my eyes like there’s no one else in the world.
“There.” He takes a deep breath and rests his forehead on mine. “So you can have no doubt who I see when I kiss you.”
He wraps me in his arms, and I nuzzle against his chest, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.
“I should have told you about her. I’m sorry I didn’t. It’s my fault for never mentioning her.”
I look up at him and lean against the table, holding both his hands.
“What happened between you two?”
Lucian purses his lips from left to right and huffs.
“We were young and in love. We thought we were made for each other. And then, merely a decade into our marriage, I found out she was sleeping with half the hell-demons in a ten thousand-mile radius.”
I swallow a knot in my throat and wince.
“Jeez. How big is hell?” Then I remember myself and shake my head. “Sorry. That’s not the point. I’m so sorry. That’s awful.”
“Thank you, my darling boy.” He plants a kiss on my forehead before continuing, “I can’t say our paths never crossed again, but even when they did, there were…no strings attached. I hated her for what she did to me, and I thought if I slept with her every time I met her, I’d get some revenge on her and whichever fool she was with at the time.”
I grimace and cock my head.
“That makes no sense.”
Lucian laughs.
“Tell me about it. It made sense in my head at the time. Our relationship has been very toxic. I guess it was how I justified being with her at the time.”
“That’s fair. So…how long since you were last…together.”
I hope he understands what I mean when I say “together,” and I don’t have to explain it because I don’t think I could utter the word. Not when it’s got to do with him and someone else in his bed.
“Not for a hundred years.”
