Deep Regression

Make or Break Him?

Chapter Playlist: Bound to you

Peter lead the way inside and I followed. It was a very silent moment between us and I felt it. My heart and his.
"Selena, There are something's about me that you have no idea about. I hope it doesn't change the way you feel about me though, because I love you, so very much."
"Okay."
I walk up to him and grab ahold of both of his hands.
"I can't let people in, not all the way, but you just dig inside me."
There's nothing I can say to that, absolutely nothing.
"My Uncle, was more strict than caring with me, and I found myself hating him more and more everyday."
"What'd he do?"
His head bent down as he stares down at the floor instead of my eyes. He's hurting Selena, bad.
"He beat me with a hot iron." His voice very calm.
"Peter..."
"This is what I was afraid of, your going to treat me different now aren't you, like I'm not a man, just a broken one." He pulls away and I let him.
"Peter, I'm not, I think what you went through was the worst thing in the world, but what you are isn't weak. Your a stronger man than many, and I'd never derate you like that."
His eyes lift up to mine and a look of adoration, lust, and shock was in his eyes.
I step closer to him and beg him to touch me. Just one more time.
Peter wraps his arms around my waist and holds me against his chest. His eyes searching through mine, and I'm hoping he sees the answer. Then his hand brush my brown hair back and cups the side of my face.
"Peter, Touch me, please."
He leans down slowly and his lips lightly kiss my bottom lip. I try to lean in to get more of his lips, but every time, Peter backs away and kisses me lightly.
"No one likes a tease Peter."
He chuckles into me and abruptly picks me up off the floor. My head above his so I have to look down at him kind of. I have the upper hand here.
Leaning down I kiss him slowly and try to fill it with my passion towards him.
Peter uses my back to open a door and then we're in a room where only the sunlight lights the way.
We're in our void, our little cliche, where anything remotely cheesy or romantic can and will happen.
Our Cliche...I crave it, I crave him.