Page 63 of Deceiver

I have two choices right now – the first is that I don’t believe him and I keep digging, risking my life, and the second is that I do believe him, let this go and let him finish this for us once and for all.

The second choice makes my heart feel a whole lot fuller. It means I can move on with him, create a life with him, and finally be safe again. But can I truly let the lingering thoughts in the back of my head go...the ones that are always wondering if he’s telling me the truth. I guess I have to decide if I trust him, or if I don’t. After the way he was with me the last day, I am finding it hard not to feel those floods of emotions when it comes to him once more.

He was there for me.

So, I guess that means I have to give him the chance he deserves.

“Okay,” I say. “I trust you.”

Something flashes in his gaze, and he reaches forward, taking my chin in his thumb and forefinger and bringing me forward until our lips brush. He kisses me softly for long moments, until my heart flutters and my warmth fills my body. Pulling back, he looks me in the eye and murmurs, “I’m here. I want you. Tired of pushin’ it away.”

I’ve wanted to hear those words for so long.

To know I mean something.

To know this matters.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He kisses me again.

“Got enough fight in my life, you’re the one thing I need to just be by my side. Can you give that to me? Can we leave the past where it belongs?”

Can we?

Can I?

“We can certainly try,” I murmur in response.

Another kiss to my lips.

One to my forehead.

Then he’s off again.

Only this time he’s leaving me feeling a little safer, a little freer, and a little more confident about what’s to come.

Maybe we’re finally at the end of this nightmare.

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WESTERN’S BODY MOVESover mine, the perfect roll of his hips as he drags his cock in and out. It has been just over a week and I’ve needed him every minute of that. He let me heal, he let me stay, he kept me fed and warm, and he began showing me a side to him that I could have only dreamed of. He has made everything inside me feel safe and he helped me through some of my lowest moments during that time. He is everything.Fucking everything.

“Western,” I moan, my back arching as my fingers glide through the skin on his back. “More.”

His growls of pleasure fill my ears as his cock fills me, pushing into my soft, damp flesh as we both near a release that is already firing up to be one of the best. It’s one of the best because Western has never made love to me like this before. It has always been sex, just raw, unfiltered sex, but this isn’t that. His hands have roamed every inch of my body, his mouth devoured my lips, my pussy and my breasts. His fucking is a gentle caress as his body hovers over mine, allowing my hands to run over the rigid muscles beneath his hot, beautiful skin.

Oh.

Western is giving me something I’ll never forget.

I find my orgasm with a whimpered cry, burying my face into his shoulder, tasting the fine sheen of sweat that coats his skin. I latch on, biting into his flesh lightly as I shake beneath him, and this earns me a pleasured growl that radiates through my body. Then, he’s pulsing deep inside me, his body shaking, his pants of pleasure filling my ears. I close my eyes and relish the moment, feeling every hard inch of him pressing against me.

I want to stay here forever.

Finishing up, Western slowly pulls out, discarding the condom and then rolling back in beside me, handing me a soft towel and placing it gently between my legs to soak up every last drop of him. I study his face, his gorgeous face, and I know that I would have never been able to fight off the feelings I have for this man. He’s slowly becoming my entire world, and even though that scares me, I can’t imagine being anywhere else.

“Are you in pain?” he murmurs, pushing a damp piece of hair from my forehead.

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