“No. I couldn’t. I thought I’d wait to see…” Her voice trails off like she’s stopping herself in thought and word from saying the wrong thing.
I however want to hear what it was she was going to say.
“See what?”
She glances down at her feet, bashful and tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear.
I move closer and reach for her beautiful, doll like face. I lift her chin and guide her gaze right up to meet mine.
“See what, Isabella?” I prod and gaze deep into her eyes.
“You…” she says in barely above a whisper.
Every time I’m with her I tread a dangerous path. One I know I must take. I look at her and we’re not captor and captive anymore. we aren’t even those people from the club. we’re us. we’ve grown past all of that and I’m trying hard to resist what my heart wants me to feel for her, but I can’t.
I look at her and I’m not thinking at all of where she came from, or who she came from. I’m not thinking of who might see me with her, or what they might think. I’m thinking of right now when I lower to her lips and kiss her.
She kisses back with the same passion and I pick her up to carry her into the room, on to the bed.
Layer by layer our clothes come off , then all it is, is skin to skin body to body. soul to soul.
When I slide into her slick opening, the infernal heat of need grips me. I take her like I’ve never taken anyone and I control the swirl of emotion that takes me.
I know when I’m making love from when I’m just fucking around. This is making love and it’s only ever happened to me with one person.
I never thought It could happen again. I never thought I’d allow it to happen again. It’s well known in our world that women are a weakness we shouldn’t afford. But what happens when you meet one you want to keep forever?
I allow myself to be selfish. I allow myself the indulgence I know I can’t have but I’m having. I allow my heart to feel what it wants for the woman in my arms and be the man I used to be before the darkness took me.