Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(163)

My heartbeat thundered in my ears, but I kept my breathing slow and deep. Gradually getting control on my runaway emotions.

By the time I'd washed, rinsed, and soaped away the past few days, my heart rate was calmer and I wouldn't make a fool of myself next time I needed a shower. It was just water.



       
         
       
        

Stepping from the steaming facilities, I looked down at the bandages on my legs. Drenched. Probably not a good thing to get them wet but I was past caring.

I was clean. And now I was bone-weary and ready to drop into a coma.

But not in an empty bed.

Not bothering to dry myself-that would require the use of a towel-not going to fucking happen-I padded barefoot and naked through the house to the other wing. I hoped to God Suzette had left otherwise she would get an eyeful. Not that it seemed to matter. Most of my staff had seen me naked-hazards of the job.

A few bedrooms branched off the wide corridor; I peered into each one before I found my esclave.

Her room was shrouded in shadow, making the passed out figure in the centre of the bed look fragile, lonely-so fucking vulnerable.

She'd had a shower too, smelling of fruit and whatever shit was in the shampoo.

Inching into the room, I moved as silently as I could with a mangled body. My heart physically hurt looking at her. Her features were smudged by the night but her blonde hair glowed like a lighthouse, guiding me toward her.

Gently, I pulled the covers back, hissing between my teeth as I lowered my body from vertical to horizontal. The pressure of the mattress against my back was like a fucking bat all over again. The fronts of my legs stung as the sheets stuck to cuts not covered with bandages. Every inch of me groaned in agony.

But I didn't care.

I didn't care because I was in bed. Safe. Beside her.

Tess's breathing changed as I shifted closer. Her form tensed into a tighter ball. "Q?"

"C'est moi." It's me.

Her body relaxed, radiating heat and welcome. Her hand came up, stroking my damp hair as I settled painfully onto my side. Her eyes met mine. "Are you okay?"

"Turn around, let me hug you. Ensuite, j'irai bien." Then I will be.

Tess didn't utter another word. Obediently, she turned over, pressing her bed-warmed body into mine.

The moment her form slotted against me in perfect synergy, the aches and bruises and cuts all faded into non-existence.

Nothing else mattered anymore. I was exactly where I wanted to be. For life.

I sighed heavily, breathing in the fruitiness of her hair. "God, I needed that. Needed you."

She moaned as I wrapped an arm around her waist, trapping her against me. Already it was too hot beneath the covers but an atomic bomb would have to go off to tear me away.

My legs twitched as sleepiness attacked me fast and strong. So much for reminding her who owned who. My libido was in a coma already-tugging me down fast with it.

I yawned. "This. This is what I want for the rest of my life." 

Tess linked her fingers with mine, resting them over her breast. Her ass pressed harder into my cock. My belly fluttered-my cock struggled to rise. But after everything I'd been through, it just wasn't going to happen.

Tonight wasn't about sex or domination. Tonight was about giving and taking. Feeding and sowing. Reconnection with gentleness rather than pain.

We'd both had enough.

The only thing I was capable of was holding Tess while I healed. I'd hit my final limit.

"You have me for the rest of your life, maître." Tess snuggled closer, her body melting into mine.

Her words were the last things I heard before succumbing to the deep chasm of sleep.

I let go.

I fell into the light.

And this time, darkness didn't claim me. This time, I soared into the clouds because I held an angel in my arms and she made me deserving.

As long as I had Tess, I wouldn't go to hell. She made me worthy. She made me better.

I'd won.

We'd won.

We'd fought for our happily ever after. Lies had become truths. Tears had become smiles.

Everything was as it should be.

We deserved our triumphs.





My salvation

My together



Q left me when dawn arrived.

Kissing my temple, he clambered sorely out of bed. "See you in a few hours, esclave."

I held onto his wrist, not wanting him to go. I couldn't understand why one moment I was giddy with joy thinking of what today meant for us, then I wanted to throw up. I was nervous, excited, happy, freaking out.

"You promise you'll be waiting for me?" I didn't understand my sudden insecurities. It just seemed like everything I'd ever wanted existed in a future I daren't grasp. I didn't want to think how close to perfection we were just in case it turned out to be fate's cruel joke.