Chapter 41

Esme's POV

He pulled away from me and began taking off his clothes while I watched him, my heart racing.

As soon as his shirt came off, I saw his muscled chest and I couldn't resist so I reached up and touched his skin, tracing my fingers over his soft skin, slowly caressing his scars as well.

My mind was once again filled with unanswered questions. Just what happened to him? What could they have done to him to break him so much? To destroy his sense of emotion. I'm pretty sure it had to have been much more than physical torture. Although I can't take the pain or the memories away, I still want to know. I want to be one with him in every aspect of the word.

My attention is seized once more when he grabs my hand and slips it into his pants. I try to flinch away when I feel his hard cock pulsing but he holds my hand in place, making me blush nervously.

"You're distracted, Esme. I take words very seriously. When you give yourself to me, I expect every part of you, your body, mind and