Page 58 of Beautifully Shattered
You only choose that weapon over the others when you have rage to get out of your system.
And fuck, I watched her get it all out.
My heart aches for her.
For the pain she’s drowning in. The trauma she’s barely surviving.
I’d take every ounce of it if I could. I’d fucking bleed for her. Burn for her. I’d fucking die for her.
When she’s done scrubbing her skin, she leans back against me again, and I slide my hands around her waist, tugging her close, my palms flat against her stomach.
Just like that first night when I took her from her parents, I can feel her ribs again.
I loved seeing her pregnant. Even though Bobbi wasn’t mine, I imagined she was. That my Angel was swollen with my baby inside her.
Now there’s no bump. Just soft skin and prominent ribs.
My gaze drops down her front, but fuck, I can’t see anything past her huge tits.
Fucking hell. I knew they were bigger than before, but this? I had no fucking idea.
“Angel,” I rasp into her hair, unable to tear my eyes away from the way the water cascades over her full, heavy tits, tricklingover her swollen nipples, dark and peaked and… fuck… fuck… is that…
“Yeah?” Her voice cuts through my aroused fucking thoughts, my cock already hard, pressed into the small of her back.
Fuck, why does she have to be so short? If she were taller, my cock would be in just the right place to…shit. No. Fucking stop. She can’t have sex so soon after giving birth, you fucking pervert!
Abbey shifts a little, turning her head to the side, waiting for me to say something.
Fuck. Just say it. Just tell her what I’m seeing, for fuck’s sake!
When the hell did I become such a chickenshit?
“Don’t freak out, okay,” I mutter against her ear, and she stiffens, so I quickly finish. “I think… your tits are leaking.”
She gasps, her hands flying up to cover each nipple, and fuck, doesn’t she know how hot that is to see her touch them?
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she whimpers in embarrassment. “I’m gonna need, like ten minutes to… you know.”
She tries to shift away, but I hold her firmly against me, which is when I guess she realises my hard cock is digging into her back, because she stiffens again, and fuck, all that does is press harder against it.
“Angel, you don’t need to apologise. I’m not freaked out by it. I only said something because I knewyouwould be. The last thing I ever want is for you to feel embarrassed by your body.” I nip at her ear. “Your fucking stunning body.”
“Too late,” she whispers, her voice strangled, like she’s wishing the earth would open up and swallow her.
“Beautiful,” I breathe against her ear. “I don’t ever want you to be embarrassed in front of me. I’m your husband. I’m here.For good. To worship the ground you walk on. To worship every fucking inch of you.”
She whimpers as I glide my hands up, wrapping them around her wrists and slowly tugging her hands free, releasing her tits from her grip.
She resists at first, but the moment I draw her lobe between my lips and gently suck, she surrenders, dropping her hands to her sides as she stares down at her full, aching rack under the spray of water.
“Look how fucking beautiful they are.” I breathe into her neck, my gaze locked on her nipples as they pebble even tighter, knowing I’m watching.
“They kinda hurt,” she admits, and fuck, I bet they do.
The skin is stretched so tight. Almost like they are engorged.
And I guess they are. Engorged with milk.
