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leave our home. I am afraid of what people will think of me, my face.”
    She reached up and stroked his scarre d skin with her fingers. “You know I love you and you’re a very handsome man,” she told him, “but if you don’t want to call attention to yourself, let’s meet with the doctors. They already told you they are able to help.”
    “I don’t want to get rid of that which binds me to you,” he said, furrowin g his brow.
    “Then just do your face, leave the rest for me to see. You know my scars are too deep and thick to be helped, so I’ll carry them with me always. Leave your body as mine and mine alone. But let the world see your gorgeous face.”
    He pulled her against him with a fierce passion. She could hear his heart beating against her face, the steady rhythm promising an eternity of love and commitment, bound together in their mutual disfigurements. She knew then that she would have to work twice as hard to learn the survival skills being offered her. A fate worse than an angry Dimitri would be a world without him in it. If she were the weak link, she was putting him at risk with her inadequacy. She would learn to defend herself to protect them both.
    “What’s that look?” he said and leaned back, staring at her face with concern. “Don’t cry and don’t look so worried. I might get angry, I might even need some time to collect my thoughts before I can be around you…but I will never leave you and I will never hurt you again.”
    She rubbed her neck, an involuntary movement she’d picked up since living with him. It had been weeks and still he wouldn’t sleep the entire night with her. His face fell when he saw her do this, he assumed she was thinking of the last time they tried, three weeks ago. She had woken to him above her, his face a mask of rage and unrecognizable. “ When I rub my neck, it’s not because you hurt me, you know,” she reassured him, “I rub my neck as a reminder that I do belong to you. I love your hands on my throat when you fuck me. Don’t mistake my movement as accusation, when in fact it is an indication of how much I love you.”
    “You do know me well,” he said and smiled. It was gone quickly as he added, “I do hate how much I hurt you though. I wish there was some way to control it, to harness my anger.”
    “How about something to protect me?” she asked as an idea popped into her head.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I truly believe the only way we will ever overcome this issue is by sleeping together,” she said, “but how are we able to without you harming me?”
    He shrugged and said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this.”
    “What if we use something to protect my neck? Like a metal collar? Something your hands can’t bend so you are unable to hurt my flesh. This way we will grow accustomed to sleeping beside one another and it will aid this overall transition. It will allow both of us to take our bond to the next level.”
    His face lit up as the idea took root. “Why did I never think of this?” he said, “I’m such an idiot, the solution is so simple!”
    “It is, right? Just keep my neck safe long enough for me to wake you up, and we’re good to go,” she replied.
    “I do want to sleep next to you,” he said in a low voice , “I want to wake next to you and slide my cock into you while we’re both half asleep.”
    “I want that too,” she sighed an d slid her hand down to his shaft. She gave it a squeeze and felt it respond immediately. This kind of power still fascinated her. She controlled the centre of his world with the touch of her hand.
    He drew her back in and took a handful of hair in his fist. He thrust himself against her hip and replied, “Fuck, yes, I can see that you hunger for me as much as I hunger for you.”
    Columbia moved her hands under his shirt and traveled upwards, feeling the bumps of his abs and landed on his pecs. She pinched his nipple hard and he drew his breath in. She looked up at