"Let it out, baby… cum as much as you want," Maxwell murmured, gently tilting her face toward him. When he saw her reddened eyes, his chest tightened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss against her lips. He wanted her to feel it, to know he would stand by her side, protecting her so that nothing like the past would ever haunt her again.
"Shh… don't cry, baby," he whispered against her skin. "Just feel me inside you. Don't think about the sadness anymore. From now on, I'll be here, protecting you through every storm."
But hearing him say that only made Addison's tears spill faster. Her back wasn't the only place scarred—her heart and soul bore wounds just as deep. And yet, hearing Maxwell's vow in the midst of their intimacy struck straight into her chest.
It didn't feel like empty pillow talk whispered in the height of passion; his words carried sincerity. Against her will, Addison felt her heart open—just a little—to him.
