Love me 'Til it Hurts

Chapter 73 - Sexual Healing!

Callum Downey...

Asking Juliette to move in with me and Jeremy had not been something that I had discussed with Jeremy, but I knew that he would instantly be on board. After what we had all gone through with Angela, it was almost as if this was a natural progression. If I am being honest with myself - I hadn't been entirely sure that she would say yes. I, at the very least, expected some resistance from her.

It's not like I would even blame her - after what she had been through, I wouldn't have been surprised if she asked me for some space. In fact, since I am being honest with myself, I had expected her to tell me that she needed me to back off. So, you can imagine my surprise when not only did she not push me away, but she seemed more than intent to pull me even closer.

The magnitude of her class hitting me like a fucking anvil falling from the sky. To hear her express that she wanted Angela to have some sort of psyche-prison sentence only reiterated just how empathetic my girl could be. No one would have blamed her had she demanded that Angela be punished to the full extent of the law. I certainly wouldn't have blamed her, fuck if I am honest, I would have led the charge, but her compassion was what floored me. The way she expressed just how ill she believed her abductor to be spoke volumes on who she was a person.

My Queen.

My heart and soul.

Juliette was my everything. And I honestly couldn't wait to get her all-moved in. I never wanted to be apart from her again. Not even for a moment. If I could get away with it, I would have her back at her place packing right now. As it stood however, we needed this - we needed the connection that bloomed between us from the very first date we had.

With the large claw-foot bath-tub being large enough to comfortably fit four people, the sense of space right now was definitely what we needed as I perched her naked body between my legs while I allowed my back to rest against the hard porcelain surround.

With her hair tied high on top of her head in a messy bun, her face completely devoid of make-up, but covered in angry bruises where Angela's rage seemed to have gotten the better of her, I wanted nothing more than to take those bruises from my girl. Hell, if I could, I would take them on myself to save her the pain. Even though the marks were yellow and purple, she was still single-handedly the most beautiful woman in the world to me. The stale scent of that motel room lingered on her flesh so before we could get to the good stuff, it was important to erase at least that from the picture I was trying to create.

Grabbing the loofah from the corner stand near the tub, I squirted some of her favourite shower gel onto it and proceeded to take care of her. The soft echo of her moans did very little to dampen the need that was building inside me.

Since we had entered this sexual side of our relationship, we had never gone longer than one night without having sex - so the three days that she was missing had turned into what felt like a chasm of space that none of us had ever wanted to exist between us.

Even now, I knew that Jeremy had stepped aside to give me this moment - this was what I needed, and he had anticipated that. I definitely owe him for this because I had seen how frantic he had been when she was missing. I had felt the despair in him as it clashed with my own. That gnawing fear we might never find her had felt like staring into the jaws of death - it had been more than ready to devour us whole. Without Juliette we were nothing. She was our very reason for being.

"You've gone awfully quiet-" she pulled me from the commentary that was running through my mind, and I focused in on her tiny body, nestled between my legs as I continued to wash away the stains of her horrendous experience.

"Sorry, beautiful - just thinking-"

"Anything you want to share?" She asked, resting her back against my chest, her head falling against my shoulder and her eyes focused solely on me.