Catherine's Pov
I couldn't find the right word then, and honestly, I still don't. I still don't fully understand how we went from bleeding among shards of broken ceramic littered all over the floor to… this. To his hands on me, his mouth on mine, my body pressed against his like no time had passed at all.
My body was still buzzing from the aftershocks, trembling with a raw, exposed need that had built up over so many lonely months. That need was finally out in the open now, and it left me desperately craving more of him, more of this, more of us.
I had let my emotions take over completely, and now I had to seriously debate whether I had made the right decision. Was choosing him all over again really going to be the right thing to do? I knew it would take a long time to truly win back my trust, but didn't moments like this already make him feel victorious? Didn't letting him this close hand him the win before the real work had even begun?
