Lyla
He silenced me with another kiss, this one softer, sweeter. His hands framed my face as if I were the most precious thing in the world. When we parted, his eyes shone with unshed tears of his own.
"Stay with me," he pleaded, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, and the corner of my mouth. Give us another chance. Let me prove to you that nothing will tear us apart this time."
He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. I tumbled onto the soft mattress – it had been a garden bench last time. He came to lie next to me as he started kissing me softly again.
His teeth graze my jaw, running his wet tongue down my throat, sucking at the place where his mark was once. His breathing drags as his hands move to my robe again, slowly undoing the knot I had on.