Series: Shame On You Series by Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
When her eyes find mine, it’s a trance. I’m lost in her longing gaze.
Her fingertips splay between the short hair on my chest and her gentle touch is everything I need to soothe the pain that hasn’t let go.
She reaches up, on her tiptoes, and kisses me. A soft, sweet peck but I need more. I need something I don’t know she’ll understand. Something raw and real to me, but maybe I’m out of my fucking mind.
“Can I share something with you?”
“You’re asking?” she questions playfully, but her eyes read that she’s worried. No longer on her tip toes, she takes a half step back and brushes the hair from her face.
I don’t know where to start, but I let the thoughts escape and hope it makes sense, “My parents were married Catholic, they were young and it was in an old church with a family priest.”
Her brow pinches and she whispers, “okay,” as if she’s following. I’ve never felt so nervous in my life.
“She said that wasn’t her wedding day though. She told me stories. She said they were meant to be. That they loved in another time.”
I watch her swallow, her chest rising and falling as I admit, “I haven’t slept and my mind is racing.” Water sprays against my face and I stand up taller, rubbing it out of the way. I’m sure I’m not making sense. “I’m not at my best and I feel like I’m losing my damn mind, but all I can think about is you.”
“Declan are you okay?” she questions and the truth is, I’m not. I won’t be okay until she’s mine in every way.
“No,” I admit.
“It’s okay,” she consoles me and I shake my head.
“It’s not.”
“I need you,” I admit to her, the memory of nights ago coming back again.
“I’m right here,” she whispers, her hands once again finding my chest.
The chuckle is genuine as I tell her, “My naive girl, I don’t just want you in this world. I need you in the next. I don’t think I’ve ever had a choice. I think we’ve done this before. It’s why when I’m with you, everything is right and the world isn’t so dark. In another lifetime, maybe when life wasn’t so fucking brutal.” I let every thought that’s haunted me pour out of me.
“I think I’ve loved you forever and always will. That I've always belonged to you, and you’ve always belonged to me. I want to protect you, keep you safe, and make sure you are loved. It’s all I want in this world and the next. Put me out of my misery and tell me you’ll marry me.” I swallow thickly, barely able to breathe, and then close the short distance between us, my forehead nearly touching hers.
“Tell me you’ll marry me. If you don’t, I won’t survive this,” I murmur to her. She might not know just how true these words are. Or how vulnerable it is to tell her.
Hell, she might not believe a word of what I’ve just said when it’s the barest of truths and I would never tell another soul about them because I’m all too aware of how it could crush me.
She could destroy the last piece of who I am in this moment and I know it all too well.
“Declan,” she murmurs my name with hesitancy as her eyes search mine and something inside of me cracks. I’m desperate to hold it together.
“Don’t say anything but yes.” My throat tightens and I inch toward her, “Just say yes.”
My heart pounds once, then again and again, all the while her dark eyes beseech mine.
Finally, she whispers, “Yes.”
Relief is instant as is the need to claim her. Her lips are first and then my hands roam her body.
Mine. She’s truly mine.
“I love you,” I whisper in between urgent kisses. She presses against my chest, forcing me back just enough to tell me, “I love you too. Even if you scare me.”
With her in my arms, I turn her so her back is to my front. The warm water pours at my back and I let it go, not interested in a damn thing other than her. Loving her and taking that fear away.
I enter her fully in one swift stroke and it’s fucking heaven. The way her back arches, her breasts press into my hands. The sharp intake of breath and then soft moan that pours from her lips. The way every inch of her heat feels around my cock…heaven. Braelynn is my heaven.
How I’m able to speak is a mystery to me as our eyes meet. Her gaze reflects back everything I’ve been feeling. “Watch the mirror,” I whisper at the shell of her ear and seemingly reluctantly, she moves her gaze to our reflection and I do the same.
With another thrust, her palms smack against the stonewall of the shower. My gaze drops to her peaked nipples and supple breasts as they sway with each thrust.