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“You’re a man, honey. I’m afraid there’s nothing special about any of you.”
That’s the thing about grief, I guess. It steals the air from your lungs just as you’ve finally figured out how to breathe.
There’s a difference between a man who does bad things and a bad man.
“I don’t have to know you to see the same thing in your eyes that lives in mine, and I get the distrust, and the walls, and the being constantly on guard. I respect it. But I promise you don’t have to do that with me. Just be real, okay?”
That’s what she is to me: a work of art.
“I always see you.”
“I already told you,” he utters. “I see you. Even when you look away.”
I’m fucking gone while I watch her. The world could light itself on fire behind us, and I don’t think I’d care.
“I can take care of myself,” I say, the same way I always do. He reaches out to grip my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. “I know. But just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.”
“I won’t,” he repeats. “But I want to, so fucking bad that it feels like I can’t breathe.” “Well, sometimes what we want doesn’t matter.” I try to make my voice sound stern, but I don’t think it works based on the way it wobbles as it hits the air. His face lowers until it’s next to my ear. “Sometimes…it feels like you’re the only thing that does.”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I repeat. “Because when I do, I’m going to take my time, cherishing every single inch of you, drinking up your cries and drowning in your moans. Tell me you understand.”
“Baby, you walk into a room and every head turns. You think you can be anywhere I am and I won’t notice?”
“Shhh, baby. I want to take my time. Memorize this moment so I can think about it whenever I want.”
“That’s my good girl,”
“I know you’re used to taking control, to having everything at your beck and call, but when it’s us, I want you to relax and let go. Let me take care of you. Can you do that for me, baby?”
“Would you like that, baby? For me to own you that way? To claim you?” “Ye—yes,” she stutters. “I’ll pump you so full, it leaks down your legs, and then parade you in front of the world, just to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a perfect girl for me.”
“She can come in whenever she wants, Jessica. In fact, anytime you see her face, assume I need the rest of the day to myself. I expect you to clear my schedule, treat her like she owns you, and get her anything her heart desires. Do you understand?”
Now be a good girl and let me eat.”
“Sit on my face, baby. Suffocate me.”
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I’m so proud of you,”
“Let me make new memories with you every single day, piccola sirena. Do me the honor of allowing me to be your husband, and I’ll love you so goddamn loudly, everyone will hear.”
