“You know I’m right. That’s why you haven’t taken my head off. There’s a warrior inside you. I want to hear her battle cry and be on the end of her aggression in the bed. You were made to match me, Symone. Shit in this life doesn’t happen for no reason.”
She stopped and stared him down with eyes flashing like lighting. “You have it all figured out, don’t you?” She stalked toward him like a lioness.
Monster froze and his dick turned to granite.
“Always so sure and commanding.” She shook her head.
“I’m not sure. I’m hopeful and hanging on to the best thing I’ve had since I was a boy. I’m just as fucked up in the head and full of doubt.” He thumped his chest. “Look at my fucking face! It’s disgusting, and that’s the tip of the iceberg.” He gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, yanked it over his head, and tossed it behind him.
Her eyes became the size of quarters, but she didn’t turn away or show disgust.
His heart pounded in his chest as he waited to see if she could handle it.
Shy like, Symone stepped forward and ran a hand over his raised flesh.
His muscles twitched and he steeled himself for her response. Right now, she held what was left of his heart in her hands. His bravado had come to an end. He needed to know if progression was possible before he got any deeper.
Please, say something.
“You think this bothers me?”
“I don’t know.” His voice shook.
She gazed up at him and smiled softly. “No, this is a sign of bravery. A time when a boy who was…?”
“Thirteen,” he said.
“Thirteen…played the part of a hero. I know the prettiest people can be the ugliest inside. I don’t want to trust you because if this falls through and you aren’t everything you appear to be, it would kill me.”
Her words were a blow to the chest that knocked him on his ass mentally. “It would kill you, if I let you down? You think that much of me?”
“Who’s the one hiding? All this time, you’ve come on like a freight train with no hesitation and you’re just as scared as me underneath, aren’t you?” She rose on her tiptoes and cupped his face. “My black knight, placing me first in a way no one has ever done. I don’t know what to think of you.” She removed her hand from his face.
Instantly, his soul protested the lack of connection.
“I can tell, you this though…” She stepped closer and pressed her lips to his overly sensitive flesh.
The sight and feel of her beautiful lips on his warped flesh made him want to scream and hold her close at the same time.
“This is nothing.” She traced a path the fire had ravaged with the tip of her tongue.
With this small and tender gesture, she gained his loyalty forever. His lids lowered and he basked in the unflagging acceptance. The feel of her breath blowing against the area she’d moistened made him shiver.
“This is a side-effect of your past that, in my mind, labels you the hero I didn’t think existed, not for me. We’re both a little broken and wary, but I do want to traverse this rocky road with you, if you’ll put up with the start and stop, the wariness, and paranoia. It’s those things that kept me alive. I can’t simply abandon them.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“I know.” She lowered herself to her knees.
His jaw dropped. Is she doing what I think she is?
“You’ve bent over backward for me over the past month. Even before we started this dance. I want to do something for you.” She cupped the bulge in his jeans and he groaned. She unbuckled his pants and held his gaze. “If this is a two-way street, I think it’s time I give a little back.”
He swallowed. “Y-you don’t have to—”
“Oh, I want to. I want to see if you live up to the name Monster.” She slid down his zipper and plucked him from his boxer briefs.
He twitched in her hand. The sight of his pale cock against her honey-brown skin had him leaking from his tip.