Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
My hands reached for his belt, and the button of his slacks, stripping them off as well, letting them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them, never breaking our intense connection. In one quick move, I pulled off my dress, bra and panties.
In an instant, his curious stare turned predatory with need. I smiled, loving the reaction my body evoked in his face. Stepping back into the shower, I brought him with me.
He closed the doors as I approached him with caution, terrified he’d push me away, but not caring if he did.
I needed to look at him.
Hold him.
Tell him everything.
Tenderly, I touched the bruises and cuts that ruined his once soft skin on his chest, his arms, and his stomach. I wanted to remember this moment, seeing him vulnerable.
My beautiful broken man.
Mine.
His body shuddered when I touched him, but I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
My fingers moved to his sides. I wanted to get rid of all the hurt and pain he might be feeling.
For me.
His family.
His father.
My fingers found their way back to his handsome face.
There under the hot cascading water above our heads, I confessed my sins, “I didn’t want to love you, because deep down in my soul…I couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone else in my life. I wanted to hate you out of fear of having you die in front of my eyes like my mother did.” I bit my lip, struggling not to cry.
I continued. “I keep people at a distance to protect my heart from the pain of mourning another person. I know what this world is, and I’ve hated it all my life. I wanted to run away, to leave, and in a way, I got my wish. Getting taken hostage, only proved how much I wanted to come home. To you. From the moment I first saw you at my graduation party, I felt this deep connection to you. It’s why I walked over to begin with. My heart wanted something I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t let it. So my mind went into survival mode and I was a complete bitch to you. I’m so sorry, Cruz. You’ve been kind, loving, and patient with me. You would have given your life for mine.” Tears slid out of my eyes. He brought his hand up to wipe them away with the back of his fingers.
He seemed captivated by every word I was sharing.
“I will never be able to thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”
In one breath, he murmured, “I love you, Sienna.”
Knowing he meant it, since the first time he said it at the church, I wanted to say it back, though I couldn’t find the courage.
I was mad.
Furious.
Love will do that to you.
Surrendering to him, I finally professed my vows, “I, Sienna Luciano, take thee, Crucifixio Martinez, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”
Leaning in, I kissed his mouth. Rasping against his lips, “I love you too. Then. Now. Forever.”
—Cruz—
“I know we will love each other as strongly as we will fight, butt heads, and argue over meaningless stuff. I want all that with you. I want to bicker and make up. I want to laugh and cry with you. Make memories that will last us a lifetime. I want to grow old with you,” she sincerely expressed.
She stopped kissing me, peering profoundly into my eyes. “I want to make babies with you. Sons, daughters, a family…with you.”
The steaming hot water rushed down our naked bodies as if it was cleaning off the mistakes, we’d never be able to change, to make better, or forget.
Gripping the sides of her face, I nudged her until her back hit the tile so I could devour her mouth.
Claim her lips.
Own her.
Worship her.
Fucking love her.
For a minute, I allowed her to take my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.
So goddamn breathtaking.
So fucking mine.
I gripped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while the other slid from her face down to her breasts, kneading them in my hand.
She moaned. I wouldn’t let up, I just kept kissing her, caressing her, whispering how much I loved her. Using my lips to wipe away all her tears, tasting her sins, her confessions, her vows to me.
Tenderly moving my way to her lips while her body continued to shudder from my intense, overpowering love. Overwhelming her emotions and overriding her insecurities the way only I knew how.
By making love to her.
Before another second slipped by, I kissed her for all the months she didn’t let me, for all the times I couldn’t, for all the moments I so desperately wanted to. Losing myself in her. Almost like I was trying to kiss away the last few days, I never wanted to happen to her. Craving to hold her tormented afflictions, inflicted solely by this life.