| Mine To Demand

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

Our tongues moved leisurely with each other, dancing like lovers — tasting, savoring, claiming. There was no amount of power in the world that would make me tear my lips from hers. I poured every ounce of regret into that kiss — sorry for what I'd done to her. Sorry for hurting her, for breaking the little trust she had invested in me.

"Anthony," she whispered, the sound of my name on her lips causing my heart to swell.

"Wrap your arms around my shoulders. I need to take care of you."

I stood, carrying her in my arms before gently laying her on the bed. When she winced from the pain of her back touching the sheets, I cursed. "God, I'm sorry."

She smiled. She fucking smiled. "I've been through worse."

"Jesus, Anna. Just… stay here."

I rushed to the bathroom, and put a towel under the faucet while grabbing some aloe cream from the cabinet.