Page 36 of Desire

Chapter 27

I pulled away slightly,forcing her to loosen her arms, and I couldn’t quite look her in the eye. Telling her what had happened to me was only the tip of the iceberg. Actually showing her scared the shit out of me and required more trust than I’d ever shown anyone. I inhaled deeply, trying to breathe in the control I needed to keep going with my confession. Now came the true test of Bridget’s feelings. With trembling hands, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes followed the movement as more of my chest became bared to her regard.

I kept my gaze on her face, anticipating the moment she would turn away. Finally, my shirt was entirely unbuttoned and I peeled it back and down my arms, fully exposing my front to her. Tears that had only recently dried, welled in her eyes and threatened to fall. I watched as she blinked them back. Bridget’s eyes darted up to mine, and I refused to look away. Maintaining eye contact with me, she hesitantly reached out and laid her hand on my chest, right over my heart.

Her stare dropped back to my chest as she began tentatively tracing the scars that decorated it. Each one burned, but none more so than the ones on my back. Before I could guess her intent, Bridget leaned forward and laid the softest of kisses directly on the largest scar. It was as if a butterfly was dancing across my skin. It tingled and sizzled, and a different kind of burn developed. She dropped kiss after kiss, each one a little longer. I even felt the flick of her tongue and a shudder of arousal flowed through me.

Bridget’s hands never left my body, and her eyes stayed locked on mine as she scooted next to me. She then moved slowly off the bed, and I lost sight of her as she stood behind me. A sharp gasp was the only sound in the room as she finally looked her fill of my mangled back. I tensed as I visualized exactly what she was seeing. The mottled skin varying from shades of pink to shades of brown. The shiny, puckered skin in some spots and the long, ropey, thickened strands of scar tissue in others. The doctors had done multiple skin grafts to try and even out the skin, but my back still looked like a war zone. I could hardly bear to look at it. I didn’t want to imagine what Bridget thought.

I was startled from my musings as wetness streaked down my back. I couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“I’m sorry. I know they’re ugly.”

Naked flesh was suddenly pressed up against me as Bridget again engulfed me in her arms. Her entire body shook, and a strangled sob sounded behind me. She squeezed me tightly, as if she would never let me go.

“God, Connor. I can’t begin to imagine the pain you must have felt. And don’t you dare say your scars are ugly. They’re a part of you, and there is nothing about you that is ugly. You are the most beautiful person I know, both inside and out, and I refuse to allow the man I love to degrade himself like that. Do you understand me, Connor Black? Every mark and scar is a testament to your strength. You survived the worst sort of abuse, and yet you’re here. You persevered and overcame something most people would never dream of. I am so humbled by you. I know how hard this must have been to show me these. To open yourself up and be vulnerable like that. Thank you for trusting in me. In us.”

Her cheek was flush against my back, and I felt her tears on my mangled skin. In my mind, I played back every word she said, trying to decipher her words that somehow didn’t make any sense. She wasn’t cringing in disgust. I wasn’t ugly in her eyes. I tried to take that all in, because my world had just been flipped upside down. And I was pretty sure I’d heard somewhere in there that she loved me. That floored me the most.

“You love me?”

She hiccupped and reined in the tears. I felt my muscles tense as I waited on her answer. She grasped my shoulders and guided me until I was turned around and facing her. Her eyes shone brightly with tears.

“I think I’ve always loved you, Connor. Even when I didn’t have it in me to love someone. You mended a heart I thought broken, never to feel again. A heart that will forever belong to you.”

Bridget’s words broke the dam of emotions I’d been holding back for years. They flooded my heart and burst through as I grabbed her to me and crashed my mouth down on hers in a bruising kiss. A fever unlike any other came over me, and I couldn’t control it. With my hands under her ass, I lifted Bridget and gently laid us back on the bed with her underneath me. Her hands roamed my naked back, and the sensation was out of this world. I was, and always would be, numb in some places where nerve endings would never heal, but here and there, a spark ignited where her hands touched.

I broke the kiss and scanned her face, flushed with arousal. Fuck, I loved this woman. I waited until she opened her eyes before I spoke. When they fluttered open, I stared down at her.

“I can’t be gentle right now. I need to fuck you hard, to mark you.” Without waiting for a response, I lined my cock up to her wet pussy and thrust to the hilt. Bridget’s legs wrapped around my waist, and she pushed herself upward, matching me thrust for thrust. I reached down for one leg and threw it over my shoulder, hitting inside her cunt at a new angle that had her gasping for breath.

“Fuck me, Sir. I’m yours to use any way you want. My body, heart, and soul are yours to do with as you see fit. Fill me. Mark me. Love me.”

I couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t get inside her far enough. I wasn’t going to last long this time. I’d more than make it up to her. Each time I withdrew, she squeezed down on my cock, making her pussy tighter. Stars and colors flashed behind my eyes when she did that. My cock swelled, and my balls drew up. I knew I was about to climax. I wanted her to reach her peak with me. I reached between us and rubbed her clit. My jaw was clenched so hard I hoped I didn’t break a tooth as I forced my orgasm back. I continued fucking her with an almost punishing strength and then she was screaming her release, her gaze never leaving mine. With one final thrust, my seed erupted inside her and I groaned in satisfaction that I was able to see to my sub’s pleasure before mine.

My come dripped out of her soaking wet cunt as I pulled my cock out. I dipped a finger into her, scooped some of it out and began rubbing it all over her gorgeous tits and down her stomach. Bridget was mine, and I wanted everyone to smell me on her skin. I wanted to permanently be a part of her. She grabbed my hand and, staring intently into my eyes, brought my fingers to her mouth, sucking them and licking away every last drop of come. I couldn’t stop the words from escaping.

“I love you, Bridget. I want to fuck you raw every night. I want to collar you to show everyone who you belong to. And as much as it scares the fucking hell out of me, I want to make babies with you. I want everything with you.”

“I want that too, Sir.” she smiled, sleepily.

I lay down and pulled her to me so her back was to my front. I wrapped my arm around her waist and reached up to cup her breast while dropping kisses along her shoulder. After shedding that burden, I was mentally exhausted. I breathed a heavy sigh and finally relaxed, falling into a deep sleep.

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