This Man Confessed

Do you feel that?’ He flattens my palms on his chest and holds them there firmly. ‘It was made to love you, Ava. For too long it was useless, redundant, not required. Now it’s gone into overdrive. It swells with happiness when I look at you. It splinters with pain when we fight. And it beats wildly when I make love to you. Maybe I go overboard with my love, but that’s never going to change. I’ll love you this fiercely until the day I die, baby. Children or not.

You keep my heart beating, baby. And it will only ever beat for you.

My beautiful girl. My defiant temptress. My lady. My angel. My Ava.

You’ve taken me completely, baby. You’ve swallowed me up and drowned me in your beauty and spirit. You know I can’t function without you. You’ve made my life as beautiful as you are. You’ve made me want to live a worthy existence— a life with you. All I need is you— to look at you; to listen to you; to feel you.

You keep my heart beating, baby, but you can also make it fucking stop.

Today my heart started beating again." Today you become mine.

We’re not conventional, baby. But we’re special. What we have is really special. You belong to me, and I belong to you. It just is. It’s not natural for us to be apart, Ava.

I need you to let me do all of those things, Ava. I need you to let me look after you forever.

Today I found out how old you are... and that you don't like being hand-cuffed.

Everything is because I love you.

Because I wanted to keep you forever.’ he whispers. I drop his jaw and step back. ‘You wanted to trap me?’ ‘Yes,’ His eyes drop again.

Let me see those eyes." I show him what he wants to see. "Why do you always demand to see them?" I ask. He only smiles mildly, but his greens still twinkle madly. "Because when I look at them, I know for sure that you're real.

Do you feel that?’ He flattens my palms on his chest and holds them there firmly. ‘It was made to love you, Ava. For too long it was useless, redundant, not required. Now it’s gone into overdrive. It swells with happiness when I look at you. It splinters with pain when we fight. And it beats wildly when I make love to you.

And no more confessions because I have nothing left to tell.

Everything that happens between us is a result of the potent, sometimes poisonous, love we share. It pushes us to behave erratically and unreasonably— both of us.

Knock yourself out, baby. But please, let’s just make this one a verbal trample.

I never planned on doing anything else.' He's pulling at my lace and pushing my knickers down my legs. 'We'll call this one sleepy twilight sex.

I want everything in the world with you, baby, and I want it all yesterday.

The flawlessness of his beautiful face will amaze me until the day I die— his lightly tanned skin, his almost girly long lashes, the faint crease across his brow. It would take me a lifetime to run through all his stunning features. My devastating man, in all of his challenging ways.

Ava, one day I'm gonna shove a bar of soap in your mouth.

Tell me what you want, baby.” “Just you. However you come.” “I come with uncontrollable love for you. Is that good enough?

Baby, my heart’s splitting. I hate fighting with you.

Fuck them. Wherever, whenever, baby. You know that." he pulls away. 'Let me see those eyes.

Darling, can your mother offer you some advice?" "No." I answer quickly on a small smile. She returns my smile and sits me on the end of the bed. "When you become a wife, you become the core of your husband." She smiles fondly. "Let him think he's in charge, let him think you can't live without him, but never let him take your independence or identity, darling. They need their egos stroked, these men.

This woman is my fucking life.

I watch as my mum approaches and throws her arms around Jesse. "Jesse Ward, I love you," she says in his ear, as he holds her with one arm, "But please remove those handcuffs from my daughter.

I love you." He pushes his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. "I love you so fucking much." "I know." I whisper, turning my head into him and capturing his lips.