Page 125 of Corrupt Me

“I’ve never thought I’d feel like this. Never thought I’d find you. Love, for me, was an unrealistic concept that made people weak. I was terrified to even consider it, but you don’t choose to fall in love. You simply do, and I am fortunate that the person I fell in love with is you.”

“Why?” I whisper, and he palms my cheeks, brushing his nose against mine before he erases the distance between our mouths. He kisses me so gently that goose bumps scatter on my skin, making it feverish yet soothing it at the same time. It’s always a cacophony of sensations with him.

“I’m safe with you, am I not? You’ll take care of my heart.”

I place my hand on his chest as if to imprint my intentions that I’d rather die than hurt him.

“That and so much more.” I say it like a vow—one I intend to keep.

He kisses my forehead tenderly, and I let out a shaky breath full of emotions. I never had a chance but to fall for him. I never hated him, even though he infuriated me. But I always saw something in him too. I observed him almost obsessively when he wasn’t looking, and my brokenness reacted to his; my deepest and secret desires resonated with him. I thought it was one-sided, but he was battling his own demons. Fortunately, my pull was stronger.

For someone who wasn’t into touch, I rejoice in these moments when he reaches for me, as though he can’t stop himself. Usually he initiates the contact, and I absolutely love it.

Rounding the car, he starts the engine, and his other hand finds mine, where it rests on my thigh. His palm settles over it as though he’s trying to cover as much of my skin as possible with a single touch.

“Training and then a movie night?” he inquires, his voice laced with tenderness, once we reach the house, parking in the allotted spot.

“I can’t. Cassandra called me.” I sigh, not wanting to lose a moment of us being together.

The easygoing moment vanishes as his brows furrow. “Should I go with you?”

I wish he could. “You know the rules.”

He scowls. “Fuck the rules. I’m going to bring you there and wait for you. I am sure it will do my father good to see me, to see us together. It’s as if at any moment he expects me to crack.”

“She didn’t break you.”

“No, only one woman has that power, and that is you. The one who has my heart. The one who my body is desperate for. The only one who brightens my life. Fuck, you are my life.”

A solitary tear rolls down my cheek. Emotions overwhelm me as his words echo inside me, resonating in my soul. “I was broken, Hunter. And you patched those parts inside of me, making me whole again. I was wandering, hollow and lost, just getting by.”

He brushes his thumb along my cheek, catching the drop, and then lifts it to his mouth, kissing it. “I love you just how you are. Whole, broken, happy, sad. I’ll love you through every day, every change, and every challenge we encounter.”

I close my eyes for a moment, wanting to memorize exactly how I feel right now: treasured. He brought warmth, passion, and love to my life. All the things I have yearned for. All the things I was so afraid I’d never experience that I preferred to say I didn’t even want them.

The house is empty when we walk inside, and he accompanies me to my room. A smile grazes my lips when his scent lingers there, just like a few of his clothes. We have been living together for months, but now that we share a room, it feels different, more intimate. I never want it any other way. I sleep better with him by my side. Waking up with him next to me is how I wish to begin all my days.

He places the bag down on my desk and plucks out my laptop. I go into my walk-in closet to change. I peer at him in the big mirror in front of me, his eyes heating me up as he urges me to remove my clothes.

Every time I undress, it’s like the first time. My fingers shake, and my breath hitches. It’s a heady sensation that leaves me breathless for a few moments as if my naked body is a work of art he can’t keep his eyes off.

I notice his Adam’s apple bob as I remain in just my bra. And then, I bend over, slowly slipping my pants down. A deep rumble vibrates in his throat, letting me know it’s the same for him—sweet torment.

In one swift move, he’s at my back, his finger grazing down my spine before he wraps his hand around my nape and pulls me to his chest.

Instantly, I am wet and needy, wanting what only he can give me, that passion consuming me.

He doesn’t loosen his grip, and the small squeeze makes me an even hotter mess. My nipples pebble, poking through the thin black material. It’s sheer lace and allows him to witness my body’s reaction to him as if he programmed me to his liking. He could do anything to me, and I’d take it.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are and what you do to me? You bewitch me. I amenchanted by you,” while his voice is firm, it’s also raspy and rings of desperation.

His knuckles caress along my neck down to the valley of my breasts before his hand spans over my stomach.

“So soft and delicate, Bailey…”

I like that he’s bigger, cocooning me. The way our bodies fit is just more proof we’re meant to be together. He continues the sensual yet torturous exploration as his hand skims down my lace thong, his fingers brushing over my folds. With every second, my arousal intensifies. I close my eyes, but he squeezes my neck.

“No, watch what I do to you.”

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