Tyson pov

Her body shook as I wrapped her in my arms. What the fuck happened to her. Why was she cutting, the scars drove me senseless. Knowing she purposely harmed her beautiful body made my anger rage. She must of had a good reason to do it, I just need to know why. But now is not the time to ask those questions.

I look down in my arms and Cloves hands are wrapped in my shirt. Her face is pushed into my neck, her cheeks swollen from the streams of tears. I hold her for almost an hour before she kisses my neck. She fucking kisses my neck, if the situation was different I would of taken her right there. She doesn't need that now though, she needs love. I place my hand in her hair and stroke her head and neck. I lower my mouth to her forehead and peck it. She lifts up her face. She is gorgeous, her perfect lips. Her long dark hair. Her beautiful eyes. We stare into each other's eyes then I move my head down slowly to her lips. As soon as our lips meet she moans.

The kiss wasn't a rough and passionate sign. It was tenderly and sweet. Her lips moved against mine as I held her in my arms. Her hands made their way into my hair and she grabbed it causing me to groan. I can't go further with her yet. I have to know she wants to, I have to know if what we're doing is okay. I pull away and look at her and her cheeks blush. "Is this what you want little one?" She stares up at me and nods her head. I'm not going dom on her tonight. The words register through my brain and I flip her so she's under me. My hands roam up her body and she shivers. My mouth makes contact with her neck and her moan fills the room. So perfect. So cherished.

Her hands are above her head and her body is bare. I can now see the full extent of the scars and bruises. My fucking god, what happened to you me belle.