“What’s that?” she breathes, mouth hovering above mine.
“You.”
I waste no more seconds, I slam my mouth onto hers, pushing my tongue between her lips, tasting her, claiming her once more. She was mine as much as I was hers.
“I am in love with you too,” I admit, “I never thought it possible, but I love you, little bird. All and every part of you.”
“Alexander,” she breaths, rolling her hips.
My cock grows ever harder.
Shit. The things she does to me should be forbidden.
“And so the monster can love, after all,” she presses her mouth to mine, tentative, soft and unsure.
“Who thought it possible,” I chuckle, letting my hands roam down her curves to cup her waist. When my hand brushes her wound, she winces, body tensing on mine.
“Are you finished?” I ask.
She nods so I guide her from my lap and towards the stairs, up to the master bedroom and then the bathroom where I begin to draw a bath. I pop a couple of pills from the packet the doc left including the antibiotics and cross to where Wren sits on the bed. She takes them without argument, following them down with some water before I guide her to the bath, helping her strip from her clothes.
The marks on her body cause my heart to speed, a rage so hot and blinding rushing my system. I don’t know if I’ll be able to give her what she wishes for with Valentine. I have no idea if I’ll be able to stop myself when the time comes.
She climbs into the steaming water, eyes squeezed closed as the water washes over the wounds on her body but once the sting settles she relaxes, leaning back and submerging herself more. I sit on the edge of the bath, just watching her, witnessing the stress lines on her face ease, her brow relaxing and her mouth flattening as she fully settles. Her copper hair floats on the surface of the water, and the steady rhythm of her breathing gently ripples the water.
Unable to stop myself, I lean forward, following the curve of her jaw with the tip of my finger. She leans into the touch, lashes fluttering as I move down her throat to her collar bones, her smooth skin so warm beneath the pad of my finger.
“Come in here with me,” she whispers.
She keeps her eyes closed as I strip from my clothes and only when I’m ready, she sits up so I can slide in behind her. She leans back against my chest, rolling her head to the side to look up at me.
“Have you heard from Kingston?” she asks.
My nostrils flare, “Whilst we are naked together, little bird, please refrain from muttering another mans name.”
She smirks, “That’s not the answer I was looking for.”
“I see you still cannot hold your tongue.” I kiss her forehead, “he’ll be arriving in the next few days.”
“Do you know what he wants?”
“No, but let’s not think about that right now,” I push her wild hair away from her face, “let me love you, little bird.”
Her eyes go soft as I lean down to kiss her perfectly delectable mouth. I was never going to get enough of this woman.