Page 10 of The Bodyguard Freed

“Kayne, I love you,” I whisper, clinging to him.

He cups my face.

“Sophia,” he says and his strokes become gentle. He holds me like I’m a precious piece of fragile treasure. He kisses me softly. He murmurs my name again as he lifts me up and carries me to our bed.

Kayne takes his time, wading in and out of me. The only sound in the room is my staggered breaths. The sound of my wet pussy as he glides into me.

I hold onto him. I keep him close. I kiss his face; I touch his cheek. He makes me come with his cock alone and it’s glorious and makes me cry.

“Come inside me,” I beg. My body is still spasming, still sailing through the waves of my climax. But I want to feel him empty his seed in me.

He has to come inside me so I’ll know he’s okay.

I open myself up wider for him. I try to draw him in deeper. I squeeze him to me, never letting him leave.

I sway my hips. I’m seducing my husband. I know he’s going to come. So close. His shaft thickens and hardens even more.

I hold my breath. I don’t dare do anything that would stop him from releasing himself inside me.

But then… that moment when I feel I have him. When he looks into my eyes, his gaze dark and beautiful… he stops himself.

“Fuck,” he roars as he pulls out of me. The shockof being so callously discarded by him rips my soul apart. A droplet falls onto my thigh before he takes his cock into his hand and squeezes it so tightly that the veins on his forearms pop out.

That droplet on my thigh is not me, or his pre-cum. He physically stopped himself from continuing to come.

“No,” I say. I reach for him. I try to climb on top of him but he effortlessly stops all my attempts until I’m crying in the middle of the bed, like a pathetic heap of self-pity.

“Just tell me why? Please, whatever it is we can work it out, Kayne, please. Talk to me. If it’s me, I’ll do anything you want-”

He doesn’t let me finish. He picks me up and makes me stand between his legs while he takes off my dress, kissing every inch of skin he exposes.

I’m sobbing uncontrollably by the time he’s stripped me completely naked.

He gathers me in his arms, pulls back the covers, and places me inside the bed. He moves in behind me and pulls me close, my back against his chest. My naked thighs curved against his muscled-pants-covered thighs. His breath lingers on my ear. He kisses me again. Softly.

I would give anything for him to talk to me. He cured me. With his love and his presence and his touch. He made me feel whole again after what Roger had done to me. But maybe I’m not enough to help him.

We both have to see a therapist, separately, it’s part of our commitment to wellness, being such public figures.

When I speak to my therapist I tell her how positive I’m feeling. How I’ve put Roger Thompson, and my uncle behind me. I’m looking toward the future with Kayne at my side. I want to have his babies and live the fairytale life I know we’ll have.

I don’t know what Kayne tells his therapist. I don’t know if it’s helping him heal.

I only know he won’t talk to me. He won’t open up. It’s as if there’s a physical barrier between us.

It’s up to me to find it and destroy it.

I won’t lose Kayne. That will never happen. Where he goes I’ll go. In whatever state he's in, or I’m in, we’ll always be together.

“The first time I killed a man I was fourteen years old. My uncle set it up. He told me the man had said something inappropriate to my sister. I showed no mercy when I killed him. I didn’t hear his cries that he was innocent. I showed no remorse. Not even after my uncle told me he had lied. The man was innocent. I’m a monster, Sophia.”

“Once when I was thirteen, I had a horse called Sir Devlin. He was a gentle soul, with a pleasant temperament that never changed since the moment I got him three years before. He threw me off during an uneventful trot around the gardens right below this window. I broke my leg. My parents were horrified and my father was determined to take more drastic measures. After he threw me off, Sir Devlin collapsed onto his side about three meters away from me.

“When the vet arrived to examine my horse, he found he had been bitten by a snake. He was convinced, that Sir Devlin threw me off his back because he didn’t want to crush me to death under his weight if he collapsed with me still on his back. Not all beasts are monsters, Kayne.”

We stay that way the whole night. Me completely naked, curled up tight against him while he still wore his tuxedo pants and a white shirt. He doesn’t take his arms off me. Doesn’t let me move away from him. When I do, he pulls me back without breaking his sleep.

Silent tears roll down my face. Kayne will only talk to me when he wants to. In his mind, he’s doing nothing wrong. He’s protecting me whether the threats are real or imagined.

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