Page 132 of Only Fate

My head spins until, suddenly, he freezes behind me.

“Where do you want me to come, Essie?”

“Huh?”

“Where do you want me to come? I’ll pull out.”

“No!” I yell. “Come inside me.”

I also want this first to be with him.

“Fill me with your cum, Adrian.”

A long groan, along with my name, falls from his lips.

His body shakes behind me, and even though I might be exaggerating, I swear I feel his cum release inside me.

Then, slowly, he pulls us down and helps me to my back.

I attempt to catch my breath, but I am unable to speak.

Resting his arm over my stomach, he runs his thumb over my scars.

Massaging them.

It’s relaxing, and my eyes flutter shut. I’m ready for a nap.

“Come on,” he finally whispers. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He helps me out of bed, my hair a hot mess, and we walk to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m giving you mixed signals. I just got so caught up this morning.”

I’m also in love with you, is what I want to say.

That’s why I begged you to touch me, to fuck me, to come in me.

I want every part of you.

I’m too scared to tell him that, though.

This will only end one way—heartbreak.

There’s this broken part of my heart that can’t trust him.

Adrian grasps my waist, pulls me up, and settles me on the bathroom counter. “Baby, you don’t have to explain yourself to me or anyone.” He smooths his hand over my knotty hair. “It’s okay. I won’t hold you to thinking this is anything more than you want it to be.” He plants a careful kiss on my lips. “I’m playing by your rules here.”

I look down at my feet. “I wish you’d played them before you hurt me.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he says, his voice scratchy. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did.”

“I’m sorry,” he pleads. “Give me another chance.”

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” I whisper.

“Tell me what to do to earn back that trust.”

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