Page 106 of Unravelling The Beast

"You want to know if I feel?"

I simply remain mute, observing his face while letting him continue.

"The only thing I feel is darkness and I'm consumed by it every fucking day. I feel heartache every day and have done so for a very long time.”

He slides his palms firmly up my wet chest until they are both around my throat, his thumbs resting on my jaw, and he opens his dark eyes to stare deep into mine.

"You're the only thing in this damn world that makes me forget all that darkness; even if only for a split second while I'm with you, it's enough to allow me to breathe."

I attempt not to get emotional as my eyes search his because I can sense the honesty in them; I can feel the pain in his voice.

"I can't say what the fuck this is between us, Wren, but what I do know is that you make me not feel, and it means more to me than you'll ever fucking know."

He tightens his grip on my throat before pulling me closer to his face, tilting my head back and glancing all around my face.

"I can't and won't fucking lose whatever this is between us; do you understand?"

His emotional words pierce my heart, engulfing it with his inferno, because I know it probably took a lot for him to express himself that deeply to me.

I didn't need him to proclaim his everlasting love for me; all I wanted was something, anything, to make all of this madness worthwhile, and even if he didn't say it in so many words, it was enough for me to realize that I really must mean something to him, and that's all I really wanted.

I whisper against his lips as my breathing gets shallower.

"Kiss me."

He forces his mouth hard against mine without hesitation before pressing his pierced tongue deep into my mouth, kissing me passionately and our incredible connection reverberates through me.

I lock my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down and we ravish each other. When we break away, he stares down at me with darkness in his eyes, but I simply give him a bright smile before continuing my shower and washing my hair with him standing close behind me.

I step out of the shower when I’m finished and wrap a towel around myself before turning on the hair dryer. As I style my hair, I can feel him observing my every movement.

I slide my palm down my silky, thick hair and throw a glance his way with a small smile.

"You need to get ready, Arlo, or we might be late."

He groans as if he doesn’t want to go before he finally turns the shower off, and as he passes me, he swiftly rips my towel from my naked body and calmly wraps it around his waist.

"Hey, that’s mine!"

He lifts his brow and elevates his chin while tucking the towel in before speaking in an unbothered tone.

"Mine now."

When he walks out of the bathroom, I smile and shake my head.

"Asshole."

Icontinue styling my hair in a pretty updo and applying my makeup, then head to my closet to pick an ideal outfit for Sara’s birthday meal tonight.

When I find the right dress, I slide on my black lace lingerie with a garter belt and stockings before pulling the black, tight, mid-length dress up over my curvy physique. After zipping up the back, I put on some diamond-dangling earrings and slipped my feet into a pair of nude Louboutins.

I adjust myself in the mirror and when I am satisfied, I turn around to walk out of the door, but I come to a standstill when I notice Arlo standing there in the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching me.

We both admire one another; the sexual tension between us is already apparent before I glance at what he is wearing because, as always, he looks fucking sexy in a pristine black suit. After examining him, my eyes meet his, and I notice they are enigmatic and stormy.

As he takes a step forward, he clicks his tongue and shakes his head from side to side.

"This just won't fucking do."

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