I cupped her face, my thumbs brushing away her tears, the saltiness of them lingering on my skin. "Jayden…" I growled, my voice low, commanding, but gentle. The sound of her ragged breathing filled the silence between us, her chest rising and falling with uneven gasps.
"Look at me…" I waited, my patience unyielding, until her eyes finally met mine. Her gaze was filled with fear and longing, a desperate need for acceptance, for love. "I want you…" I murmured, my voice a dark purr.
"All of you…" My fingers traced the edge of her shirt, where the scar peeked out, the fabric rough against her skin. "Let me see… Let me heal you…"
Jayden bit her lip, her breath hitching as she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-You promise… you won't… hate me…?" Her fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles white as she braced herself for my reaction.
I nodded, my voice firm, unshakable. "I promise…" I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot against her skin.
