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“You’re not falling apart, Asya.” I reach out and trace the line of her chin with my thumb. “You’re pulling yourself together.”
“You can’t break something that’s already been broken beyond repair, Pasha.” I press my cheek into his palm. His jaw goes rigid and the vein at his temple pulses. “We’ll fix you up, mishka,” he says through gritted teeth and pulls my face closer. “We will piece together every broken shard, I promise you. And then, we’ll fucking annihilate the bastards who hurt you.”
“Why, baby?” “Because . . .” I shut my eyes again and squeeze my legs together. “Because I’m dirty.” I feel the kiss land on my lips. “There is nothing dirty about you,” he says. “You are the most beautiful, pure thing I’ve ever encountered, Asya”—another kiss—“and I will erase every bad memory you have, if you’ll let me.”
“You are the purest thing I’ve ever touched in my life,” I say holding her gaze, “and I will never, ever hurt you.”
“What is love for you, Pasha?” I ask and brush the back of my fingers down his face. “The feeling of never being close enough.” His other hand comes to the back of my neck, squeezing lightly. “I have the need to somehow absorb you into my chest, so you’ll always be with me. Safe from harm. Only mine. Forever.” I open my mouth to say something, but he silences me by slamming his lips to mine. “I love you to the point of madness, Asya,” he whispers against my mouth, “and I really need you to be sure. Please.”
