The Dare Collection April 2019. Nicola Marsh

the monster he’d had to become one. And that had been a heavy price.

      He’d isolated himself. Denied himself. But that hunger for someone had never gone away—I saw it in his eyes every time he touched me. And I recognised it because I felt it myself every day.

      I couldn’t tell him how I felt, not without making it ten thousand times harder, but I wanted to give him something back.

      I wanted to give him everything he’d given me.

      ‘You know why I want to stay?’ I said huskily. ‘Because you’re protective. Because you’d do anything for the people you care about. Because you’re unselfish. Because you give me great orgasms and make me feel treasured. Because you’re honest and you challenge me in a way no one else does.’ I stared into his eyes, into the heart of him. ‘And because I think you’re as lonely as I am. And that you need someone as badly as I do.’