Page 149 of My Revenant
When I opened my eyes next it was morning—well,daylight. I didn’t know what the actual time was. My body ached all over, inside and out.
I was tired in a whole new way: heavy with exhaustion, but the weight of my mind and soul had eased. The tiredness that draped over me like a giant blanket I couldn’t escape from had eased.
The weight of the last year couldn’t reach me when Dex’s body was over me instead.
“You awake?” Dex’s voice was low and hoarse. A tingle of lust sparked in my gut again, but this time it didn’t feel so urgent.
“Mhmm.”
“Feeling okay?”
“Perfect,” I answered honestly. “I want to look at you.”
He grunted as his hands pushed him up. I winced as his cock slipped out of me and he rolled to lie beside me instead.
“Don’t let any spill out,” Dex ordered, giving my ass a playful smack, but it lacked any real heat. Still, I did my best to clench up and keep his cum inside me. “Good boy.”
“I love you,” I told him, shuffling so I was half lying over him.
“I love you too, Rabbit. More than anything.”
Words didn’t feel like enough, and I’d never been good with them anyway. “Will you let me show you?”
“Baby, I’d let you do anything. As long as you never leave my side again.”
“Deal.”
I found his lips. This kiss wasn’t as urgent as the ones we’d shared yesterday, but it was deeper, my tongue against his, slow and comfortable. I pulled back just so I could look at him. His beautiful face. As bright and brilliant as the sun.
My fingers combed through his short curls. “When did you cut your hair?”
“Bull had to shave it.” His brow furrowed slightly, and my gut twisted as I realized why. Stitches, for the wound I’d caused. “But then I decided to keep it short,” he continued, not letting us linger. “I… liked to feel it. What you left behind. Something permanent. Like a tattoo.”
“That’s a terrible fucking tattoo,” I said, my mouth working faster than my mind.
For a second I panicked, it was a shit thing to say, but then his lips curved and he laughed. The sound was so beautiful I couldn’t help but echo it. My laugh joined his.
Dex’s pupils expanded. His hand moved to cup my cheek. “There you are.”
Emotions clogged my throat, but I’d cried enough for the foreseeable future. I had my devil with me. Now it was time to show him how much I appreciated him.
With one more lingering kiss to his lips, I turned into his palm and placed a kiss there as well. Then I trailed my lips over the inked skin of his wrist… then to his forearm where they brushed over the soft, slightly indented skin. A tear through the ink. One of the scars that I should have been there to help him heal from.
I kissed my apology over the skin then turned his arm to kiss the other side as well.
Then I sought the others… kissing the mended skin down the side of his torso, then his thigh, my lips soothing a wound now healed. He needed the cane because of this one. Had needed to learn how to walk again. I hadn’t been there, and I was so sorry.
“Turn around?” I asked, and he did without question.
Fingertips traced the smooth line on his lower back. I followed them with my lips… firm, lingering kisses.
Then it was time for the one that needed my apology the most.
It was barely hidden by his short curls. My fingers exposed it fully. His hair no longer grew from the light pink line, only a few inches long and a couple of millimeters wide. So small, for what it had almost cost us. My lips gave their apology slowly. Completely. Over and over until he shifted, rolling onto his back and hiding it from me again.
There was a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes.
“I forgive you, Rabbit.”
