Another lie was erased.
There were no words I could say. All I could do was kiss his shoulder, close my eyes, and hope he’d give me more.
His lips pressed soft kisses up and down the side of my neck, over my jaw, my chin. I stared up at him as he shifted again, resting on his elbow, his other hand cupping my breast, savoring it. Our gazes were locked, our breaths soft and rushed, colliding with each other. Something was building. It was different. It wasn’t just pleasure, but a promise.
A promise of safety.
A promise of acceptance.
A promise of truth.
A promise of love.
It hit me all at once. The fear. The lies. The avoidance. Things that I had buried in order to protect myself. This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t a lie. He and I had given each other the taste of something we never thought we deserved.
We’d been lying, not only to everyone around us, but to ourselves.
I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. It was reaching for my heart, like his hand had reached for me, but I’d been too afraid to give it.
“Hayes.”
“Right here, baby.”
A tear slid down my temple, his hand moving up my neck, covering my butterfly. “I—I can’t—”
His face was intense, a shadow looming over his beauty. “If you don’t want me to have it, then don’t give it,” he said, his voice deep and gruff. He knew.God, but he fucking knew.He pulled out and slowly pushed back in, my pussy spasming. “I can’t take it, Margo. You have to give it.”
“I’m scared.”
His body shifted, his knees in the mattress now, and he started pumping faster. “So am I.”
“Don’t break me,” I pleaded, my thighs tightening around him. “Don’t you dare break me, Superman.”
Doubt swirled in his eyes, and I stared into them, searching his dark forest. All I found was pain concealed by a mountain of guilt. His face changed then, reflecting that guilt. His hand slid up from my hip to weave his fingers with mine, pinning me to the mattress.
I started to move my hips against his, making love to him too. I needed him to see what I was seeing, feel what I was feeling. Swallowing my fear, I let the light of truth guide me into the darkness he tried to hide from the world. “I trust you, Hayes,” I murmured through my pants.
He groaned and hid his face from me. His skin was glistening now, his body moving fluidly in the warm light. He was a work of art, precious and rare.
“W-we have to let go of the lies we lived if this is going to work,” I rasped, clinging to him as my walls began to spasm.
His thrusts became more erratic as my words settled in the air, his groans turning into harsh grunts.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded roughly against my skin, sending a chill over me.
If I gave this to him, we could find a way through the lies. We could find the strength to let go of them. Together. We could find acceptance in each other.
I turned my head, kissing the shell of his ear before I said, “I’m yours.”
He pulled out of me then, his breaths labored. “Thank you,” he rasped as he eased back inside me, filling me again. I closed my eyes, savoring his strength, his raw power as his body dominated mine. The tip of his cock hit my womb over and over, and all too soon, it became too much. My back arched, my nails digging into his shoulder and the top of his hand as I cried out his name, my body surrendering to him. He chased me through my climax, and I felt him rise up to watch me. White spots danced across my vision as I clamped around his length, as he buried himself to the hilt, halting there as he groaned my name.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was gold and his green.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hayes
“We got a problem,” Joey wheezed out the second I answered Margo’s door.