Scars

Myla

I've been awake for a while now, just laying here watching Deacon sleep. watching his perfectly sculpted chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. Light snores echo around in the air and sometimes a whimper or murmur here and there like he's having a nightmare or something of the sort. I have them almost every night, but I've learned how to cope with them over time so they're not as bad anymore. Although, I do have bad days just like everyone else and they torture my soul.

Deacon makes everything easier. He comforts me like no one has ever done before. It makes me afraid to let him go, so I'm doing my best to hold onto him like he's my fücking property or something. And besides, how can I let him go when he fucks me the way he does?

He owns every damn part of my body when he's inside of me like he's my fücking maker, my ruler... my master, or something.

I don't exist outside of Deacon, I'm just there, but when I'm with him, I finally feel like I exist. This was the first mor