Page 64 of Veiled Obsessions
Two more strokes inside me and Cooper finishes inside me, the slow measured rocks of his hips as he shudders drawing out flickers of aftershocks at my centre as I flop down onto the bench, wistfully sated as they crowd my body and stroke my skin lovingly. The flip of his blade through the air as its unsheathed and my restraints are removed.
Everyone sees these men as damaged, tortured, troublesome. I see their light, their ability to love, their openness to pave over my cracks until I can overcome my nightmares.
They have gazed into the deepest recesses of my twisted soul as they celebrate the part of me that was once deemed unlovable and claimed it as theirs.
Eternity and a day won’t be long enough for me to adequately express how perfect we are for one another. Teamwork really does make the dream work.
“Thank you,” I say reverently on a harsh exhale as my heart beats rapidly against my ribs.
Sincerity fills his muddy green gaze as his thumb sweeps across my cheek. “Mind, body, soul, and crazy—you own every inch of us, Dove. You always have.”
They say love heals. Ours didn’t, it devoured and I will continue to let what we have consume me time and time again. In the ashes of what we destroyed, we found ourown twisted brand of love, a place in the darkness where we get to be ourselves, a home where all that matters is the way they whisper my name like it’s the most beautiful sound in the world to them. Every ounce of pain, i’d endure it all again a million times over - just to call them mine.
