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“I told you to get in the fucking car, woman. You can either listen to me, or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and put you in there myself.”
“What do you want, wife?”
Basically every-time this man spoke I was highlighting/annotating 😂😍.
You are my wife, Sylvie. At the end of this year, you can try to leave, and if you piss me off enough, I might let you go. But I have a feeling you won’t. Because I don’t mean nothing to you, and you know it.”
My eyes devour the sight of us together. Something about it is satisfying, as if we fit so well together that I can’t possibly deny it.
When did this happen? When did the man who uttered such hateful words to me become the one who holds my fear and pain in his hand, offering me safety and comfort instead?
“But you are my wife, and it’s only a matter of time before you truly submit.”
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. If that’s what she needs.
“But you are my wife, and it’s my job to take care of you.”
I don’t care that she’s sick or that I’ve seen her go through an entire box of tissues in a day. If that’s disgusting, so be it. She’s my woman, and I’ll take the bad with the good.
“I’m your husband. I won’t let you go. I will always be by your side. I will always care about you, you understand?”
“Don’t you say that to me again, Sylvie Barclay. I don’t care about some stupid fucking contract. I love you. With my whole fucking chest, I love you. So don’t give me any of that shite about not being your real husband, because I’m right here. And I’ll never fucking leave you, not like they did.”
“So, no one else loves you. Big deal. But I’m here, mo ghràidh. And I am telling you that I will love you enough to make up for all of them. I will keep you, and you can trust me that no matter what you do, I won’t let you go. Because you’re mine, understand me?”
I want her to know I cherish every inch. Every single part of her is mine to love and worship and devour. So I do.
“Come for me, darling,” I mutter, fighting the urge to lose it myself. “Come for your husband.”
It wasn’t just that he protected me or defended me. It was the fact that Killian carved out a space for me where there hadn’t been one before. Until him, I didn’t know what that felt like—to be a priority in someone’s life.
He took the ugliest parts of me and loved them right along with the beautiful ones. He let me scream and cry and held me afterward like I was the most important person in his life. I am the most important person in his life.
The world outside this room is cosmic and too massive to comprehend. But the world that exists between him and me is more so. The love we share is infinite.
His kiss feels like crawling back into my own bed after months away. It feels like finding the one other soul on this planet that matches mine. It feels like home.
