Thirty-Two

I FELT SHY ALL OF A SUDDEN. DOES HE REALLY WANT TO talk about that? Can we just leave it alone? "Books can be quite educating, don't you think?"

"Hm, you sure prove that statement right," then he kissed my hand with the ring. "I can't wait to go on a honeymoon with you. That way we'll be able to sleep together, and do it when we want, where we want, without worrying about what they might say." Sigh. "Can't we get married like, in a week or a month?"

I chuckled, "As much as I want to be able to do all of that, no. I'll only get marry you after you tell me everything," that caught him off guard. "As I said countless times, I won't corner you to tell me all you are hiding. But I'll only go down the aisle with you after you tell me your name, and your secrets, and show me what's under this," I kindly caressed the mask. "And this," I ran my hands down his arms, stopping on his hands. "After all, to say my vows to you, I need to know your name."

He gasped, "That's unfair!"

"Nope. It's very fair to me. I'm quite patient, dear. I'm willing to stay with you even without knowing your name or seeing such things as your eyes and hands. No one else would do this. But I understand that there are traumas we can't speak of so easily, scars we can't show others until we can show them to ourselves and accept them. Everyone has an ocean of problems that goes beneath the surface, and they each have a different time to cope with it. So, I won't corner you, nor ask about it, even if I'm dying to know. I can accept your terms for now. But I can't marry like that, and I hope you understand, especially because marriage is a serious thing."

He didn't seem happy, "But Hope…" I didn't let him finish, covering his mouth gently with my palm.

"Take your time, I'll be waiting. I don't want to rush you. And when you are ready, I'll be here to hear it all, then we can choose a date for the wedding. But on you to weigh what's more important to you, babe. Those secrets and scars you keep, or marrying me sooner. Again, you don't have to worry because I won't run away, since there's no one better to me than you," I uncovered his mouth and kissed him. "For the time being, let's stay like this. We are engaged now, and that's an achievement that came quite quickly. And I won't avoid physical contact just because we aren't married yet, okay? I want you just as badly as you want me, and as you've seen, I don't mind having you inside me already. If one thing, I crave for it."

I made my bed when I gave the first step in starting this relationship with him, now I'll lay on it.

"But… what if you don't like what you will see?" How is that possible?

"Is your skin covered in 3rd-degree burns or scars of some kind of disgusting disease?"

"What? No. That's kind of gross," exactly.

"Do you have your both eyes?"

"Hm, yes!"

"Do you have your nose?" Who knows, he could be like Voldemort or something. Like, flat skin and two holes where the nose used to be.

He gasped, "Of course, I have my nose. And before you ask something ridiculous, it's intact," oh, I was about to ask that.

"Do you have any grotesque or ugly scars on your arms and hands?" I tilted my head.

"They are not ugly even less grotesque."

Oh, so he does have scars there. Now makes sense why he's covering it. "I don't mind scars. You saw mine. And I have many thin ones, on my back and all!"

"What?"

"Did you see?" Confused, I turned around and showed my back to him. "Can you see it?"

"I don't see anything, Hope."

What? I'm sure I have lots of scars on my back because of how they used to torture me back home. Not just there, but on my feet, and even some things on my legs. But as I've accepted them already, I don't feel ashamed or anything. "How is that possible?" I turned my feet around and saw them there. "Here, I have in my feet too, can you see it?"

He seemed confused, "I still don't see a thing."

"Are you blind?" I asked annoyed.

"Of course, I am not blind, Hope. I've told you countless times that I see you. But I don't see anything in your skin, they are spotless, clean like porcelain."

"That's impossible."

"Why? What are these scars you are talking about,? Where did you get it?"

I bit my bottom lip, still with my back to him, avoiding looking at his face, "Hm, my family kind of, well, tortured me. So, I have lots of scars. We always covered them with powder when I attended a social gathering, so people wouldn't know what actually happened in my family. On my back, feet, and some in my legs. All places people wouldn't see easily. But I thought you had seen it yesterday, since I washed the powder in the shower, and you saw me naked," I pointed to my body. "Like I am now."

He stayed silent for so long that I turned around to see if he was okay, only to see fury all over his features, from his eyebrows to his lips pressed in a thin line, and his clenched jaw. "They tortured you? Tortured?" A nod. "Was it just one of them or them all, including your father?"

"All."

"Fuck, I'm going to kill them," he clenched his fists for a second, then brought me to a hug. "I promise you, I'll destroy them all. I'll find a way to kill them. They will pay for doing this to you. They will pay with their blood!"

It sounds tempting. "I like that idea. But, not yet."

He gasped, "Why? I'm still in the south. I can go there and just massacre them all if you allow me," that's respectful.

"Let them know how powerful I actually am, and how I hid it from them all this time. I want them to suffer, to get physically tortured just as they did to me. But more than that, I want them to feel desperate first. To feel helpless knowing they mistreated the only person who could have saved them from their misery. They have to feel despair before you kill them. When I'm done, you can do as you wish. Be as ruthless as you decide, and I'll stand there and watch as they die a horrible death."

He gasped, "Fuck, Hope. That was incredibly sexy to hear. It made me want to get inside you badly again," his voice was deeper and with that, now familiar, sex energy that turned me on like a light switch.

"What's holding you?" I asked in a whisper, finding it incredibly hard to breathe.

"You make me crazy, Hope," he whispered as he held me by my hips, and lifted me so I could sit on his hard cock again, and when it slid in completely, I moaned loudly. "You are so beautiful when you moan, darling," then he kissed me again, letting our tongues dance together.