It Took The Death of Hope

Chapter 37 - Different.

Corey Taylor...

A small gasp escaped Ash's mouth as the door fell open. While she had been showering earlier - I had snuck down to the main front desk and set in motion this little set up.

On the floor, from the entrance to the room was a path of scattered red rose petals; framed by small battery-operated tea-light candles - leading the way to the bed, which had a large love heart shaped by more petals, and even more led the way into the bathroom.

If everything was done to my instruction - the bath would be hot and steaming, rose petals would be fragrancing the water and the battery-operated candles would be surrounding the tub.

Watching Ash as she took in the sight that I had planned. The look in her eyes was enough to undo me, "are you ok baby?" I asked stepping up next to her.

"Oh my God, I am better than ok - did you plan all of this?" she asked as my arms slid around her tiny waist and she just collapsed against me.

"Guilty," I smiled, "there is one last thing..."

"Corey..."

"What?"

"You know that you didn't have to do any of this right? I am happy, I am content with...it's us, I don't need all..."

"I know you don't need it baby, but I wanted you to have it because - I want your first time after what happened to be special..."

"It is special because it's with you baby," she lightly trailed her finger tips up the length of my arms until they were grazing against my shaved head.

"Be that as it may - I want it to be something that you will remember and I want you as relaxed as possible, so let's go into the bathroom..."

"Why? What's in the bathroom?" she asked.

"Let's go and see," I insisted, gently guiding her backwards until she had to nudge the door further open with her leg.

Once I had her where I wanted her, I slowly turned her so that she could see the bath-tub full of steaming water and the scent of the Lavender bath salts were enough to melt away all the stress and anxiety of our first time.

"You did all of this for me?" she whispered; the emotion thick in her tone.

"Baby, I would walk to the ends of the Earth for you, if that was what you wanted,"

"Well, I don't want you to do anything that drastic," she smiled, "but there is something that I do want..."

"Anything. Name it!"

"Undress me?"

"Gladly," I growled, my hands sliding down the sides of her body until I was gripping the mini dress hem, "I have been wanting to do this from the moment I saw you in this," inching the material up over her hips, "return the favour?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she smiled sweetly, and I swear to God it was nearly the end of me.

I don't understand this power that she has over me but damn it, I don't want to understand it. I want to free-fall into it; into her and never come back.

Taking our time - we stripped one another of our clothing, piece by piece. Our eyes feasting on one another. She was beautiful.

The scars from the attack were still pretty red, and they were raised leaving the otherwise smooth flesh distinguished in a way I couldn't stop staring at. Although the attack itself had been ugly and violent - she owned those scars as part of who she is now - and that was sexy as hell to me. I couldn't be more proud of her and I certainly couldn't be more turned on.