You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 194

I closed my eyes as the reel ran through my head: the men at the parlor, the other girls that'd been envious of me, every single person that touched me when I didn't want them to, every single pain I endured.

"I was a sex slave to them." A tear slipped out with the words.

His thumb swept over the pulse pounding at my neck. The slow circle of it stole a shaky breath right out of me.

"Open your eyes, Rali."

I did.

"None of that was your fault. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. It doesn't matter what you've been through; doesn't matter what those men did. You being alive only shows how strong you are."

His hand moved from the side of my neck to the back of my head, holding me the way someone holds something precious

"Don't you ever think for one second that you're a problem. Don't ever think you don't deserve to be loved by a man, because that'd make me believe I'm not a man."

His words drenched me in sudden cold. They vacuumed the air from my lungs, yet somehow, I still breathed in his arms like a contradiction.

Something must be wrong. For the first time since I escaped Blayne, a man was touching my skin and I wasn't doing anything about it.

It was soft where I expected cruelty. Warm where I braced for pain.

When his hand moved lower to my back, I completely stopped breathing.

Push him away, Rali.

He's a man!

Don't let him do this!

Too many voices rang in my head, yet I did nothing even as his fingers curved half-way around my waist. My body reacted like a struck chord, vibrating with panic and something disturbingly close to longing.

Then he lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine. That was what finally scared me.

"Dominic—"

"If you'd let me, Rali, I'd I'd erase everything those men did to you and replace it with what love truly is."

I went still at once. His lips were coming closer. Closer. My eyes tracked every inch of the distance he closed, like they were helplessly tethered to him.

I didn't think it was possible to feel hot and cold at the same time until Dominic stood this close. My skin burned while my bones shivered. His hand slid along my back, slow enough to make every nerve lean into the touch, stopping right where my spine curved into the top of my hips.

Then his mouth found mine.

Not in a rush; not in hunger.

In reverence.

It was a slow, deliberate claiming; one kiss to my top lip… then the bottom… each one measured like he was memorizing the taste, the shape, the tremble of me beneath him.

I melted completely.

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