Her Second Chance

Chapter 12

19 September (Saturday)

Luke's POV

The light seeping through the curtains awakens me. Showing signs that it's the early hours of the morning. The bedside clock shows its 5:30. I get up off the bed, and close the blinds, so we can get more sleep, then jump back into bed. It was a beautiful night, and morning. I smile gazing at the amazing woman next to me. She looks so peaceful in sleep, so beautiful. I take in every angle of her face, her hair sprawled over the pillow, skin like honey. She says she's not perfect, but in her imperfection, I see perfection. I don't see the scars she's afraid of. All I see is a natural, priceless beauty. She comes across as so strong, yet she's been through hell, which has caused her to be so vulnerable, so insecure about her body. I couldn't help tearing after her revelations last night. I just can't comprehend how a man can treat someone like her that way. What sort of fucker treats his wife, and mother of his child like that? How could he not want to make love to her?Or want to be close to her She's an amazing woman, and more importantly amazing mother. Anyway it's his loss. I'm glad the fucker did what he did. Because now she's here and I've found her. She's mine now , and I'm never letting anyone come between us or ruin what we've created. If she hadn't revealed what she's been through. I wouldnt have imagined what created such insecurities in her, but now I know. and I'm never letting her go. I'm going to replace all the hurt he caused, by loving her everyday. I get to touch her, and love her, and show her how incredible she is.

Moving her hair aside.I notice a few red marks on her neck, and shoulders, and reminisce about the passion we created. If there was any doubt in my mind about my love for her, then that has been replaced by surety after last night. Because nobody has fit me like that before. I have fallen in love with my perfect fit. My one insecurity of not finding my life partner has now been diminished.

I'm still enthralled at how we fit each other. The way we touched, and came together, was the most beautiful experience of my life. My previous relationships were always about the sex. This time its about love. It was true, and pure. Hearing her moan my name drove me crazy.Not to mention that she's insatiable. The feel of her mouth around me, drove me fucking insane. I was on the verge of exploding, and had to stop her, because I didnt want to mess it up. Her lips on mine, her hands carressing me. The urgency in her kisses cheering me on. The movement of our bodies, just moulded together. Pushing forward, being taken to ecstacy. Every moment was incredibly unforgettable.

I really love her, and I wanted to say it so many times. Especially when she cried after we made love, but I'm afraid she's not ready and I do not want to scare her off. This was the first time a woman cried in my arms that way. That's what made our moment so real. So precious. So intimate. She might not be ready to hear my declaration of love so I'm just going to have to show her every chance I get. Till I'm certain she's ready to hear the words. I trace the red marks on her skin with my fingers, and it actually pleases me that I'm the only man who got to touch her after the asshole neglected her.

She's still so pure at heart, even though she's been hurt. Still so strong willed and passionate. I believe there is more she has to reveal,and in time I'm sure she will. My promise is to fill her life with bountiful happiness, that it replaces all the hurt she's had to endure. I lay my head close to her face,and soon enough I'm asleep. Dreaming about honey beige skin, and beautiful brown eyes, and this time. Those eyes hold so much promise

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Alex's POV

I wake up to find something around my waist. Luke is asleep,facedown and his hand is snaked firm around the waist. I need to use the bathroom, but I don't want to wake him, because he looks so peaceful. So I just take this opportunity to admire his chiseled face, pale skin, raven black hair, long eyelashes, beautiful full lips. Lips brought my body back to life. I notice a stubble has grown, but he still looks hot. The contrast of black hair, and pale skin makes him look exotic. Him and I together are like top deck chocolate, except I'm not that dark. Maybe we can replace the brown choclate with like a beige honey. I laugh, because I can't comprehend that I'm comparing us to chocolate.