My Only Weakness

Chapter Twenty-three

We laid there, comfortable with each other's presence as he held me close to him. His eyes were closed as I traced patterns over his bare chest, content as I listened to his heart beating.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly, and he hummed waiting for me to continue. "How did you get those scars on your back?" His body tensed beneath mine, but soon relaxed as he let out a sigh.

"You don't have to tell me right now if you don't want to...but I hope someday you will?" I looked up at his face just in time to see him nod and smiled to myself. "I have scars too." I commented sitting up, and he looked at me as I held out my wrists for him to see.

He pushed off the blankets to get a better look, tracing his thumb over the faded scars. "Why?" he asked softly, his tone gruff. I sighed licking my lips, "There was a time when all I wanted was to disappear. I'm not proud of it, nor do I regret it." I explained, and he raised his brow at my last statement. "It made me stronger in a way, I guess...I don't know."

His hand moved up to cup my chin, and he pulled my face closer to his. "I'm glad ye didn't disappear." He kissed me softly before laying back down silently. I rested my head on his chest and pulled the blanket over my shoulders. He rubbed my back quietly, and after a while in silence, he finally spoke up. "My dad."

I frowned, shifting positions so I could look at him. He sighed, "He was abusive growin' up." My stomach lurched as he told me this, hatred for his family evident in my eyes as he looked down at me.

"He sounds disgusting. Glad I'll never get to meet him, I'd probably end up killing him myself." I muttered softly as I brushed his hair off his face. He chuckled, the sound perfection to my ears. "I think I've been a bad influence on ye," he smirked running his thumb over my lower lip, and I smiled. "Oh, of course. Who else?"

He scoffed before reaching around to hold my neck as he pulled me down for a kiss. He rolled me onto my back, and in one swift move, he entered me with a husky groan. I whimpered as he filled me, my body burning in desire as his hands moved down to hold my thighs and began to thrust.

I moaned his name, tangling my hands in his hair as he kissed my neck, giving it a tug. He growled into my ear, picking up the pace as his thrusts became harder...faster.

We reached our peak together, and I cried out as I came, while Daryl grunted. He rolled off me breathlessly as he panted, and I curled up to his side kissing his chest. "I'll never get used t'this." he commented and I smiled, for I wouldn't either.