Page 53 of Cherished Union

“You think that scar makes you ugly?” he growls as he pulls his shirt over his chest, showing me his perfectly sculpted abs, along with the multiple scars he has. “What about these?” he questions as he spins me around to face him

I shake my head. “No,” I say automatically. “There’s nothing ugly about you.”

His fingers frame my face as his thumb caresses my scar. “You aren’t ugly, Adelina. You are fucking beautiful. You’re mine, all fucking mine.”

My breath hitches at his intense gaze. “Hay,” I whisper, unsure what to say right now. Everything I thought about myself isn’t what he’s thinking. I’m confused.

“Trust me,” he says.

“With my life,” I reply instantly.

“Then listen to what I’m telling you. Let me show you with our bodies just how fucking beautiful you are.”

He makes light work of undoing my bra, and he helps me out of my panties. “Fucking perfection,” he says thickly . “Lie down, Dove. I want to taste you.”

My body shivers at the hungry look in his eyes. I lie down on the bed, leaning up on my elbows as I look down at him. His head goes between my legs, and I gasp when his tongue swipes against my folds.

God, I’ve missed him. Missed this connection.

“Mmmm,” he groans low in his throat. “Delicious as always.”

I throw my head back as he licks, sucks, and finger fucks my pussy. I’m barely able to hold on, my entire body alight with fire. The need to feel him inside of me is strong. It’s been too long since we’ve been together. Never again.

“Hay, please,” I plead with him. “I need you.”

He doesn't respond. Instead, he pushes another finger inside of me. I gasp. He’s stretching me. I forgot just how good it feels.

“Come for me, Dove,” he instructs.

My back bows, my fingers clench the sheets, and I cry out as my orgasm topples over me. His name is a strangled cry.

I feel the bed dip, and I’m too caught up in my orgasm to look, my chest rising and falling as I try to regain my breath.

Hayden positions himself between my legs, his cock rubbing against my folds, causing me to groan. I look up at him. His muscles are taut, his hands are on my hips, and his eyes are dark with need.

“Please,” I whisper to him.

“Mine,” he snarls as he thrusts deep inside of me. I cling to him as I cry out, his cock stretching me further than it’s ever stretched me before. “You’re mine, Addie. You’re perfect, even with the scar. Do you understand?”

I nod. “I do. I’m sorry,” I whisper, hating that I’ve put distance between us.

He shakes his head as he moves, slowly pulling out of me before he thrusts back in. The rhythm is agonizingly slow. “Don’t apologize, Dove. I get it. But I need you to see what I do.”

I lick my lips. “When you look at me like that, I do.”

He grinds his hips against my pubis, hitting my clit, and I moan. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the only girl in the world.”

His thrusts get deeper, faster, harder, and I fuck him back, loving that we’re back here.

“That, my dove, is because you are. To me, you are the only woman. You’re mine.”

His lips descend on mine, and he kisses the breath from me, his tongue tangling with mine. I return it. The passion is something neither of us have ever hidden. Hayden is and will always be the man I love.

He tears his mouth away from mine and rains kisses along my scar. I gasp, my fingers clawing at his back as we continue to fuck. When his mouth moves down my neck and he pulls my nipple into his mouth, I wince in pain, biting back the pained cry.

“Hay,” I whisper as I feel my orgasm rising. “I’m so close,” I breathe.

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