with you, you will either hate me, or finally understand how fucking much you mean to me.
Please stop crying , I think back.
Then stop breaking my heart. Let me in. I can help you.
I have no answer to that, and I don't care because his kiss is burning a hole through my soul. I've never needed anyone as desperately as I need him right now. To make the confusion fuck off, to show me we're okay.
The answer to my thoughts is the loud ripping of my shirt when he tears it straight down my back, yanking it forward around my shoulders and imprisoning my arms in the sleeves.
“I've got you now,” he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.
He wraps the freed material around my wrists and I'm immediately aware how stuck I am, and how freaking cold it is.
Shit!
Chapter 12
Božena :
“Would you trust me? We're about to put the fun back into dys fun ctional,” he says, using his wicked lustgod voice.
Pulling me up with him, he rolls his shoulders when he releases my bound wrists, teasing me by unbuttoning the first button on his waistcoat.
In disbelief I meet his eyes with my gaze. What game are we playing tonight?
He rolls the other shoulder, a mischievous smirk hooking his mouth, undoing another button, alternating shoulder rolls with undone buttons, slowly stripping, smiling his rock star smile, then he unhooks the final black metal button, twisting shyly and slipping it off with his back to me, letting it fall with a dull thud.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of his muscular back, with its deep ridge of shadow where his spine hides. He bulges, ripples, like waves swelling on the high seas the muscles pump up and roil with his movement, but all I can focus on is the scar on his shoulder.
He took that bullet for me. When his brother Ryan held me hostage during my pregnancy, he wanted to protect me, help me, and Ryan shot him for being outspoken.
I still don't get that.
I know I was hallucinating badly and crazy with fever, but I still can't fathom why Ryan would shoot his own brother, because of me.
All Sveta did was become a husband inside a second, keeping me alive, holding me, giving me comfort when I was dying inside, lifting me when I was too weak to breathe, bathing me, nursing me... loving me.
Why? Why do I doubt him? He's proven himself over and over from the first day we were alone.
Stepping forward, I softly flatten my palm over the scar, leaning in to place a grateful kiss on his skin.
I'm sorry, Sveta. I'm sorry I'm such a handful.
He twists, catching my hand and taking it to his lips, pressing a loving kiss into the lines of my hand, staring soulfully into my eyes from way up there.
He's so tall and fabulous I should be worshipping the ground he walks on, not battering him for everything he says or does.
I'll take a hundred bullets for you , he whispers hotly into my head.
When Jowendrhan bit me, and I lay broken and out of my mind on a bathroom floor in a hotel room, Sveta saved my life then too. I thought I dreamed of Sveta when he came in, bit open his own wrist, and gave me the stabilizing blood from his body to drink.
I'm awkward with my hands tied together, but I use the hand not held in his to softly touch the stubble in front of it.
“ Zena, I may be an asshole, but I'm not a liar. I will always be here for you because you are my chosen mate. I pledged to love you and can't undo that, and don't fucking want to.”
“ Why? You could have anyone, why me?”
“ Stop it. Stop with this endless self-deprecation shit. Why can't you just accept that there's someone for everyone on this planet, and for me you're that someone.”
“ I'm broken! Damaged. You're just going to end up hurt!”
“ I know!” he yells back, twisting to show me the bullet scar again. Pivoting back, he glowers at me, “It didn't stop me! Nothing can stop me loving you, but death. Got it?”
La-freaq. He oxidizes my blood. He makes me nuts! I want him, and don't, in
Please stop crying , I think back.
Then stop breaking my heart. Let me in. I can help you.
I have no answer to that, and I don't care because his kiss is burning a hole through my soul. I've never needed anyone as desperately as I need him right now. To make the confusion fuck off, to show me we're okay.
The answer to my thoughts is the loud ripping of my shirt when he tears it straight down my back, yanking it forward around my shoulders and imprisoning my arms in the sleeves.
“I've got you now,” he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.
He wraps the freed material around my wrists and I'm immediately aware how stuck I am, and how freaking cold it is.
Shit!
Chapter 12
Božena :
“Would you trust me? We're about to put the fun back into dys fun ctional,” he says, using his wicked lustgod voice.
Pulling me up with him, he rolls his shoulders when he releases my bound wrists, teasing me by unbuttoning the first button on his waistcoat.
In disbelief I meet his eyes with my gaze. What game are we playing tonight?
He rolls the other shoulder, a mischievous smirk hooking his mouth, undoing another button, alternating shoulder rolls with undone buttons, slowly stripping, smiling his rock star smile, then he unhooks the final black metal button, twisting shyly and slipping it off with his back to me, letting it fall with a dull thud.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of his muscular back, with its deep ridge of shadow where his spine hides. He bulges, ripples, like waves swelling on the high seas the muscles pump up and roil with his movement, but all I can focus on is the scar on his shoulder.
He took that bullet for me. When his brother Ryan held me hostage during my pregnancy, he wanted to protect me, help me, and Ryan shot him for being outspoken.
I still don't get that.
I know I was hallucinating badly and crazy with fever, but I still can't fathom why Ryan would shoot his own brother, because of me.
All Sveta did was become a husband inside a second, keeping me alive, holding me, giving me comfort when I was dying inside, lifting me when I was too weak to breathe, bathing me, nursing me... loving me.
Why? Why do I doubt him? He's proven himself over and over from the first day we were alone.
Stepping forward, I softly flatten my palm over the scar, leaning in to place a grateful kiss on his skin.
I'm sorry, Sveta. I'm sorry I'm such a handful.
He twists, catching my hand and taking it to his lips, pressing a loving kiss into the lines of my hand, staring soulfully into my eyes from way up there.
He's so tall and fabulous I should be worshipping the ground he walks on, not battering him for everything he says or does.
I'll take a hundred bullets for you , he whispers hotly into my head.
When Jowendrhan bit me, and I lay broken and out of my mind on a bathroom floor in a hotel room, Sveta saved my life then too. I thought I dreamed of Sveta when he came in, bit open his own wrist, and gave me the stabilizing blood from his body to drink.
I'm awkward with my hands tied together, but I use the hand not held in his to softly touch the stubble in front of it.
“ Zena, I may be an asshole, but I'm not a liar. I will always be here for you because you are my chosen mate. I pledged to love you and can't undo that, and don't fucking want to.”
“ Why? You could have anyone, why me?”
“ Stop it. Stop with this endless self-deprecation shit. Why can't you just accept that there's someone for everyone on this planet, and for me you're that someone.”
“ I'm broken! Damaged. You're just going to end up hurt!”
“ I know!” he yells back, twisting to show me the bullet scar again. Pivoting back, he glowers at me, “It didn't stop me! Nothing can stop me loving you, but death. Got it?”
La-freaq. He oxidizes my blood. He makes me nuts! I want him, and don't, in
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