Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(172)

He looked away, gathering his thoughts. His back rippled with a deep breath. "Je ne savais pas que j'étais seul. Je ne savais pas que j'étouffais ma douleur et mon besoin d'affection sous le travail. Je hais mon héritage, d'où je viens et je ne me suis jamais senti digne du bonheur. Mais ensuite, toi, esclave Cinquante-huit ans, est entrée dans mon monde. Tu m'as fait tout remettre en question." I never knew I was lonely. I never knew I smothered my pain and the need for connection beneath my work. I hate my heritage-where I've come from-and never felt worthy of happiness. But then you, Slave Fifty-eight, entered my world. You made me question everything.

"Je voulais te briser. T'adorer. Te faire crier. Je voulais tant de choses mais par-dessus tout, je voulais ce que j'ai vu dans tes yeux brillants pour moi, que tu me fasses confiance. Je voulais ton âme." I wanted to break you. Adore you. Make you scream. I wanted so many things but beneath it all, I wanted what I saw in your eyes glowing for me, trusting me. I wanted your soul.

I reached down, begging him to take my hand. He did, pressing a sharp kiss to my knuckles. "Tu m'acceptes pour ce que je suis. Mes ténèbres et le reste. Mes pêchés et le reste. Tu es mon égal. Mon professeur. Je suis ton disciple. Je suis ton propriétaire. Je ne pourrais pas être plus amoureux de toi même si j'avais deux cœurs au lieu d'un. Ma vie est à toi. Mon âme est à toi. Je fais le voeu de toujours te consoler. De toujours te protéger. Je vais pleurer avec toi. Je vais rire avec toi. Je t'enlacerai tous les soirs de notre vie." You accept me for me. Darkness and all. Sin and everything. You are my equal. My teacher. I am your disciple. I am your owner. I couldn't be more in love with you if I had two hearts instead of one. My life is yours. My soul is yours. I vow to always comfort you. Always protect you. I will cry with you. I will laugh with you. I will hold you every night of our lives."



       
         
       
        

Q's voice deepened, filling with heartache and overwhelming love. "Je ne déteste plus mes démons, car tu les combats pour moi. Je ne me sens plus seul parce que tu es mon refuge. Je ne me fais plus peur parce que tu contrôles ma bête. Je suis ton monstre, Tess. Je tuerai ceux qui t'ont fait du mal. Je nourrirais ceux qui s'occuperont de toi . Je ne cesserai jamais de chasser tes cauchemars et de t'offrir une vie parfaite." I no longer hate my demons because you fight them on my behalf. I no longer feel alone because you are my home. I no longer fear myself because you control my beast. I'm your monster, Tess. I'll kill those who hurt you. I'll nurture those who tend you. I'll never stop hunting your nightmares or providing a perfect life."

My legs wobbled. The conviction in his tone, the edge of violence in his eyes-he shot barbs right into my heart. The echoes of his vows would live in me for an eternity. He'd made me immortal with his words.

I believed every vow. I cherished every promise. I never needed to be afraid or lost. Ever again. Because he would protect me and I would protect him. Always.

His eyes latched onto the 'Q' branding my neck. His face tightened with passion. "Tu portes mon nom, donc je sais que tu seras toujours à moi. Permets moi de passer l'éternité à te protéger et à t'aimer, esclave. Je suis à toi. Je suis ton monstre dans le noir pour toujours." You wear my mark, so I know you'll always be mine. Let me spend my forevers protecting and loving you, esclave. I'm yours. I'm your monster in the dark forever."

Silence fell as Q climbed to his feet, wincing. He looked drained but content as if he'd poured everything from him to me and had nothing left. His broken body needed to rest.

With a look full of black passion, he pulled me into a tight embrace. The celebrant didn't say a word as Q's lips pressed against mine. He kissed me with the fine edge of control and anger I was so used to.

His tongue slipped past my lips. I met his with mine, dancing together, making love together. I went limp in his arms. All the tension and love turned me from mannequin to puddle. I wanted the honour of pampering him, healing him. I wanted him naked in bed.

The kiss could've been a century or only a moment but it was the seal on our promises. A non-verbal agreement we were each other's for eternity.

Pulling back, Q stiffened. His eyes narrowed on something behind me. I tried to shift in his arms, but Suzette appeared, eagerness vibrating around her. "Please let her go, master."