Chapter 295

But thankfully, he wasn’t taking his time tonight. He was swelling deeper inside her as she coiled into him, and she wasn’t sure if it was people in the next room knocking or the thud of the mirror against the wall. She didn’t even care where they were as he arched his body and leant back, as somehow he climbed deeper inside her. as somehow he took just a little bit more than she knew she should give.

And after, when they were in bed, maybe she should have just left it, but bravely she didn’t. Boldly, yet terribly tentatively, her fingers traced the length of his jagged, raised scar. She watched as he closed his eyes—not gently, but sort of squeezing them together, as if anticipating the hurt her touch would cause, as if the wound was still raw—and Brianna knew then that it was.

"What happened here?"

His fingers caught hers, and she closed around them. Brianna was sure he was about to pull her hand away, and mentally kicked herself for asking too much too soon, but instead of pushing