I was hers

MARCO'S POV

As I walked out of the room, I felt conflicted. The words “ I love you, Marco” kept replaying in my head, for once in my life I was confused. I didn't know what to do. 

I walked to my room, I tried putting everything behind me, but I couldn't. 

I paced up and down the room, but the room felt suffocating. She had no idea what she’d just done. No idea what it meant for me to hear that. For a woman like her to love a man like me.

She had seen what I was capable of, she had seen the darkness, the lies and deceit that surrounded me and still she wanted to be with me. 

I wanted to protect her from everything, but most especially from myself.

I rubbed a hand down my face, stopping near the window. My reflection stared back at me, my face looked tired and my eyes were a little sunken. I looked like a man torn in two.

You don’t get to have this, I told myself.

But when I closed my eyes, all I saw was her. Her soft voice. Her shaking hands. The way her eyes looked when she dropped her guard and let me in.

Fuck, I turned around and went back.

I didn’t knock, I just opened the door and stepped in. She was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. She lifted her head when she saw me.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, like she regretted telling me the truth.

I walked over slowly and sat beside her. “Don’t be.”

“You shouldn’t love me,” I said quietly. “I’ve done too many unforgivable things.”

“I know,” she replied just as softly. “But I still do.”

I looked at her eyes and they looked teary, had she been crying because of me?

That was it, I reached out, cupped her cheek, and pulled her face close. She didn’t flinch, all I wanted was to kiss her tears away and make love to her. 

I brought my lips to hers and kissed her, the kiss was gentle, I felt a tear slid down her face. I carried her into my arms as I kissed her. 

A voice in my head screaming for me to take her in every possible way. But I shut it, tonight I was going to make her feel loved and share her burden. 

I lowered her slowly to the bed, my hand slid inside her nightdress, feeling the breasts. 

I broke the kiss and trailed kisses on her checks, to her neck. I held the hem of her gown and pulled it over her head. 

She lay there in nothing but her panties, and fuck, she looked so beautiful, I could feel my cock getting hard already. 

I brought my lips to her breast as I placed kisses on her chest. I brought one hand to one fold of her breasts while my tongue played with the second one. 

She moaned under me, as one of her hands held my back and the other one went to my hair. 

I brought my lips back to her mouth and kissed her gently, like she was some kind of glass that could break. 

Her hands caressed my chest through my cloth she felt my muscles. I broke the kiss and pulled my shirt over my head. 

I removed my pants, all the while looking into her eyes. Her eyes went over my bare body as Emily brought her hands forward to feel my bare chest. 

I let her touch me, then I bent down and kissed her softly, I positioned myself at her entrance, she was already wet, one thrust in and I fought for control. 

I went slowly, bringing my cock in and out of her p

I kissed her again, letting my hands roam her body, memorizing every curve, every sound she made. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I trailed kisses down her throat, to her collarbone, and lower still.

That night, I didn’t just take her, I made love to her.

And for the first time in my life, I realized something terrifying.

I needed her, not because she was mine.

But because I was hers.