Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“It hurts. I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.”
“I know. I’m sorry, baby.” He’d heard of the first time being painful, and he hoped he’d been wrong, but the look in her eyes, it cut a part of him just seeing that. He didn’t want to hurt her. “If I could take the pain from you, I would. I don’t want you to hurt at all.”
“It’s fine. This is supposed to happen.” Her hands stroked up and down his back. “It’s not really that bad.”
“Would you like me to move?”
She chuckled. Even with tears in her eyes, she seemed to find the will to smile.
This woman, she was something else as far as he was concerned.
“Yes.”
Slowly pulling out of her pussy, he watched her eyes, knowing it stung just a little from her expression, and he hated it. He hated seeing that look in her eye. With just the tip inside her, he waited, and she nodded at him to keep going.
Hurting her was the worst feeling in the world, so when he thrust back inside, going as deep as he could go, and she moaned, the sound was like a winning bell in his mind.
Taking possession of her lips, he stayed inside her, not wanting to move, but the moment she started to wriggle, trying to get him to do something, he lost all the fight. Pulling out of her tight heat, he slowly rocked back and forth, taking his time, making love to her, making it good for her just as it was for him.
She moaned, her nails scoring his back, and he groaned out, wanting more of her. She was so beautiful, so open, so amazing. He felt completely possessed to have her.
“Please, Dwayne, I need more.”
Hearing her beg like that, he gave her exactly what she wanted, making love to her, driving harder and deeper. There would be a time for fucking, but that wasn’t tonight. This was all about her, and he wanted her to love every single second of what he was doing to her.
Holding her down, he thrust in deep, taking every single part of her, bringing her close to orgasm, and when he finally pushed her over the edge, she let out a cry of his name. Only then did he follow her with his own release, filling the condom, claiming her as his own.
****
The following morning, Charity opened her eyes and was a little confused by where she was. Turning her head, she felt the change within her body, the rawness between her thighs from finally having sex last night with Dwayne.
Dwayne!
She turned her head, and he lay on his side, his back facing her. The light filtering in from the curtain shocked her as she saw what he’d been trying to hide last night. There was no hiding in the cold light of the morning, nor keeping anything a secret.
The scars were all faint, but they were there. Signs of a boy that had been whipped, beaten, his skin broken and marred, only to be fixed together by alcohol maybe. These scars didn’t show the repair of love but of someone who clearly didn’t give a fuck what they were doing.
She recalled his confession about his father, how he would hit him, hurt him. This though, this was something else, and it sickened her to think of the kind of abuse he must have gone through when he was younger.
The scars were so faint that anyone seeing them from a distance wouldn’t be able to make them out. She wanted to touch them, but she didn’t want to wake him up. This was what he’d been hiding from her last night. The first night he’d rescued her all those months ago, she wouldn’t have even noticed these, so taken by her own fear of what had happened to her that nothing else would have even registered in her mind.
Did he mean for her to see them?
Had he fallen asleep not long after he’d pulled out of her, like she had?
She had so many questions, but not one slipped from her lips.
All she wanted to do was hold him, to let him know everything would be okay. That he wasn’t alone anymore.
She wanted to find his dead father and kill him all over again. The thought of anyone hurting Dwayne, it filled her with so much hate that she wanted to spit.
“You’re trembling,” Dwayne said, shocking her. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
He rolled over, and she watched him sigh. “They’re just scars.”
“I … I don’t care about them being on you. Well, I do care, but I want to hurt whoever did them, Dwayne.”
“You’re never going to get to do that, so don’t even waste a moment thinking about it.”
“Your dad did that.”
“It was all part of his lessons.”
“Why didn’t you show me them last night?”