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“Not trusting you or our relationship. For leaving you.”

I release a deep sigh, my arm moving to rest on her hip.

“It’s ok, baby, I know why you did it.”

“You do?”

“I do. But I don’t want to talk about all of that tonight. I just want to be here for you, ok?”

She looks at me, her eyes crinkling as if assessing me. Her features morph before my eyes, her eyes brightening even more and her cheeks flushing, and when she runs her long finger down my chest, my breath hitches.

Wrapping my hand around hers, I shake my head even though a part of me wants to lose myself in her, but this isn’t about me, hell, it’s never been about me. It’s always been about her, and that’s the way I like it.

She swallows hard, her eyes shimmering, and I want to kick myself when she tries to rip her hand from mine.

“Let go.”

“Blossom.”

“Damon.”

“You’re hurting, baby.”

“Don’t tell me what I’m feeling, Damon. That’s a dick move.”

Closing my eyes, I count to ten and open them. What I see slays me open.

The insecurity.

The pain.

The rejection.

Rolling us so I’m on top, she lets out a little yelp when I cuff her hands with mine.

“It’s not because I don’t want to, Dorothy. I won’t take advantage of you when you’re hurting, when you’ve lost your mother and were sobbing your damn heart out only minutes ago. You have to know that.”

Fresh tears slide down her face and hit the pillow.

“I just want to forget,” she says barely above a whisper. “Please.”

“Dorothy.”

“Damon.”

“Blossom, you don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

“Please, Sir, I need you to take the pain away. Make me forget, just for a little while. I’ve missed you so fucking much it hurts, and I need to feel you… need you to do this for me.”

Just like that, my armour disintegrates, my walls crumbling along with it.

“Are – are you sure?”

“I need you, Sir.”

Cursing, I bring my lips to hers, tentative, gentle, but all consuming. My cock grows harder between us feeling her beneath me, and when she rolls her hips, I almost nut in my damn jeans.

Breaking away from the kiss, I look down at her and cradle her face.