Fourth Debt

“I was envious that a girl destined to die for the sins of her ancestors was more courageous than I could ever be. I fell in love with your tenacity. Your fearlessness. Your flaws. I fell for you because you taught me to trust myself—to trust that I had the power to be better.” Rising off my knees, I cupped her face, my voice throbbing with truth. “You made me a better person by showing me rather than forcing me. I fell in love with you because you’re the one for me. Not because you were a woman in my home and in my bed.”


I sat beside her. “How low must you think of me, to think I could ever stoop to such a level?”

My heart stopped beating. Would we ever find happiness, or would we always second-guess and be clouded with conditions and pasts?

She thinks I’m powerless.

That I didn’t fight as hard for her as she did for me.

And she’s right.

I’d locked away my true wants in favour of obeying my father. I let him control my life when I should’ve taken responsibility for my actions. But I knew that now. I was strong enough now.

Because of her.

Gently, I pushed her onto her back, climbing on top of her again, slipping between her thighs. “Do you believe me now?” I kissed her once. “Do you believe that my thoughts are my own? That my heart knows it’s yours through my decision—not your manipulation?” I kissed her again. “I’ll make this right between us. You’ll see. I’ll prove to you that what I feel for you isn’t a by-product of my condition or something I couldn’t control. I’ll show you that I willingly gave you my soul before you even knew me.”

Her eyes hooded. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For showing me how stupid I’ve been.”

I chuckled, growing hard for her again, wanting her so much. “Just trust me.”

She moaned, her mouth seeking mine. “I do trust you. I will trust you.”

The instant our lips connected, we lost ourselves.

We fell into each other, desperate to reaffirm our spoken truth with bodily affection. There were too many misconstrued conclusions between us. I needed to show her I meant every word. And then reality would have to intrude. I’d have to tell her my plans and prepare her for what would happen next.

“Can I?” I slinked my hand up her nightgown, pushing aside cotton.

Her thighs quivered beneath my touch. She sucked in a gasp as my fingertips brushed her core. “Yes…”

Her permission sent my cock jerking with need. I gritted my teeth as I dragged my finger through her folds. “Now we’ve cleared the air, I want to know something very important.”

She arched as my tattooed NTW fingertip drifted up to press against her clit. “Oh? And what’s that?”

I nipped her bottom lip. “Did you miss me?” I slipped one finger slowly inside her.

She opened her mouth, sweeping her tongue into mine. “So much.”

“How much?”

Her fingers slinked into my hair, holding me tight. She kissed me with every ferocious strength she possessed. My breathing accelerated until my side burned.

Letting me go, she grinned coyly. “That much.”

I never took my eyes off her as I thrust my finger, stretching her inner muscles, claiming her. “Good answer.”

She twitched as I pushed a second finger inside. “I can’t wait to fill you. To prove that what I feel is real.” She was so tight, her body fighting my invasion.

My thumb stroked her clit. She shivered in pleasure, her hands catching my t-shirt. “More…”

My mouth watered to taste her. To drink and worship her. We didn’t have time. I should get her back to safety and wait until this was over, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“I’ll give you more.” Sliding down her body, I shoved her nightgown up over her waist, revealing her glistening *.

Her eyes popped wide as I imprisoned her thighs in my hands and bowed my head over her dark curls.

“Kite…”

My heart leapt. I grinned. “Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me that?”

Before she could reply, I sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Oh, God!” Her legs spasmed, latching around my ears.

I rimmed her entrance, driving both of us mad. She writhed on the blanket, trying to get free from my questing tongue.

I didn’t let her go.

“Kite, oh…I need you.”

I smiled. “That can be arranged.” I sank my tongue desperately inside her.

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