Page 133 of The Cute Psycho

But as I open my eyes, I belatedly realizeIam the one crying, my tears flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably.

She doesn't say anything. She just brings me to her chest, rocking with me as she tells me that everything will be okay.

"Tell me you're mine," I rasp, my body almost convulsing from accumulated pain. "Please," I implore her, seeking the assurance that she's never going to leave me. That I am hers and she is mine.

"I'm yours," she says, "always and forever." Her fingers caress my hair, her chin resting on top of my head. "Just like you are mine," she continues, her arms tightening around me.

I soak in her presence. I let it permeate every atom of my being as I seek to stabilize myself.

Wrapped in each other, we stay like that for what feels like hours, my body melting into hers, our scents melding into one. I hold on to her so tightly that I forget where I begin and where she ends.

It's just us.

"What happened, Vlad?" she asks after some time.

"I went to a psychiatrist," I tell her, briefly recounting what had happened, but leaving out the details of the rape. I don't even want to think about her expression when she realizes just how broken I am.

"Vlad." Her brows knit together in concern as she opens my shirt, tracing my scars with her hands before leaning in to kiss them. "Always come to me." She raises her head to look me in the eye, "Always."

"Yes," I say, "always."

"Come." She takes me by the hand, leading me into the bathroom and slowly undressing me before doing the same for herself. Nudging me gently, she takes me into the shower, the hot water falling on my skin, my eyes closing on a sigh as it makes contact with my body.

She takes a sponge, lathering it with soap as she brings it down my chest, cleaning me.

I watch through hooded eyes the way she's caring for me, and my heart squeezes painfully in my already shattered chest.

"You're safe with me," she whispers as I tug her closer, skin flush to skin, coldness next to warmth. I let her heat seep through me, her soft body cushioning mine.

"You're my home," I tell her, sweeping her hair aside so I have access to her neck. "You're where I want to lay my head for eternity." I brush my cheek against her delicate skin, inhaling the scent that's solely hers.

"You're mine too. You have no idea how much you mean to me." Her words touch me in a way I'd never thought possible. I wrap my arms around her back, her breasts pressed against my chest, and yet none of my thoughts are of a sexual nature.

She's Sisi. Brave, beautiful and kind. She's the warmth I didn't know I needed, the ray of sunlight in my perpetually dark life.

And she's mine.

Turning the faucet off, she takes a towel and dries my skin. She's thorough yet gentle with me, as if I were the most precious thing. Her actions alone make me want to weep, the care she's giving me more than I could have ever imagined someone like me deserved.

Leading me to the bed, she settles the pillows, lifting the covers for me to get in.

She nestles close to me, naked skin against naked skin, her eyes gazing into mine.

"I made you something," she whispers, the back of her hand caressing my cheek. She turns briefly to open a drawer, taking out a square piece of cloth.

"I embroidered it for you. So that I'm always with you." She shows me the letters spelling out her name next to which she'd drawn a little heart.

"Sisi..." I don't even know what to say as I look at the precious material. "Thank you." I turn to her, placing my lips on hers.

She opens up, her tongue meeting mine as her arms wrap around my neck. I pour everything she means to me into this kiss, wanting her to know that only when I'm with her am I truly whole. A slow kiss that tortures me with its sweetness.

And I'm finally at peace.

Isnuggle closer to her, the feeling of waking up with her next to me better than a thousand kills. Nuzzling my nose in her hair, I bring her ass flush against my cock, nestling it between her ass cheeks.

"Morning," she whispers, stretching next to me and gifting me with a wide smile.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I tell her, taking in her fresh face and the way her eyes sparkle with mischief.

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