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“I regret not tasting you,” he admits, his voice as rough as sandpaper. “I smelled your sweet scent on my fingers that entire night when I got home and hated myself for not taking the chance I had to taste this.”
“After seeing the tattoo don’t you understand that you did? The angel is you, Julia. You were always there with me in the darkness. Every time those fuckers came in to torture us, I went into my mind and thought about you.” My breath seizes in my lungs, his words stealing my breath. “I would think about your smile and your eyes,” he says, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Then I would think about the night I was buried inside your warm body, and I’d completely lose myself in you. It made everything I went through bearable, it made me fight to get the fuck out of there.”
“I’ll never stay away again, Julia, I can’t. I need you as much as I need my next fucking breath, so get used to feeling me, because you’re mine.”
“The thing is, I never felt like I was even good enough to be your friend, let alone love you. And honestly, I still think that. I know I’m not, but I also know that no one will love you and protect you like I will.
