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“Sorry, princess. If you’re looking for a knight in shining armor, you’re looking in the wrong fucking place.”
“Simple is better on you. Perfection doesn’t need any embellishment.”
I need to kiss you.” “No.” It’s faint and not altogether convincing. “Then come sit on my lap and let me finger fuck you while I feed you dinner.”
“I want to taste every inch of you. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to make you come so hard you forget your own. I don’t have time to fuck around—excuse the pun—with the kind of wooing I’d usually do to win you, so that’s why I’m being so blunt. “Ask me to leave you alone and you have my word I will. But until I hear that, I have to tell you, Natalie, that I want to fuck your sweet cunt and your perfect ass and your luscious mouth and anything else you’ll let me fuck, because you are the single most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Ask me to leave you alone and you have my word I will. But until I hear that, I have to tell you, Natalie, that I want to fuck your sweet cunt and your perfect ass and your luscious mouth and anything else you’ll let me fuck, because you are the single most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You can handle a leaky roof, huh?” “I can handle anything.”
“Thank you.” After a beat, he says gruffly, “For what?” “For making me feel something. It’s been a long time since someone did. I wasn’t sure I could anymore.”
“That’s love, babe. If it doesn’t hurt, it isn’t real.”
It’s funny how an offhand remark can turn out in the future, like some horrible prophecy, to be such perfectly accurate truth.
“I’m a lot of different things. It doesn’t matter. The point is that I stayed away as long as I could. A little bit of fucking snow wasn’t about to stop me from getting here.”
“She’s a pretty girl. But there are a million pretty girls in the world.” He lifts his hand and lightly touches my cheek. His voice softer, he says, “There’s only one of you.”
“I want everything you have to give, Natalie, for as long as you want to give it to me.”
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met. I’m not someone who obsesses over things, but I’ve obsessed over you.
“So either don’t tell me your secrets or don’t make me fall in love with you. Because once I fall in, even death can’t make me fall out.”
My god, the way he talks. The man is the Shakespeare of smut.
He whispers, “I missed you. I haven’t been able to breathe since I left.”
“I wish I’d met you years ago,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my wet skin. “You make me want to be a different man.”
“That’s where people go when they need to feel better: home.” “But your home is in New York.” “Home can be a person, too. That’s what you are for me.”
“I hear you. But you’re forgetting something.” He waits, tense and unblinking, his gaze drilling into mine. I whisper, “I’m a ride or die. All in or nothing. It doesn’t matter where we live or how far apart we are. I’m yours. You make your vows in blood, but I make them with my heart. And my heart belongs to you now. I don’t need a picket fence or picnics in the park. I only need what you give me. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever known.”
His chin rests on top of my head. I feel peaceful, safe, warm, and lucky.
“It’s a Russian love knot. The three interlocking rings signify different aspects of devotion. White gold is soft. It molds to the hand, the way love molds two people together. Yellow gold is hard, the way true love is hard against anything that tries to break it. And rose gold is rare.” He looks deep into my eyes. “Like what we have between us.”
“Thank you.” “For what?” “Giving me something to live for.”
Knowing a future of little heartbreaks like this one awaits me, I struggle not to let the tears fall. Then I take a deep breath and throw the covers off, stand and straighten my shoulders, and head to the shower to start my day. There’s no use wallowing in misery. It serves no purpose and changes nothing in the end. If anyone knows that well, it’s me.
“I left something in California.” “What?” “My heart, baby. My cold, dead, worthless heart, which didn’t even beat before I met you.”
“I’m in love with you, Kage. I love you. Hopelessly. I thought I knew what it meant to be in love before, but it was never like this. It’s like the lights go out when you walk out of the house. Like my lungs only work when you’re with me. I’m … kind of lost, actually. I don’t know how to handle it. All I want is to be with you all the time—”
“You’ve wrecked me. Ruined me. I can’t think of anything else but you.”
“His name isn’t David. It’s Damon. And he’s still alive.”
I’ll always follow you. You’re my north star.”
