He was terrified of any feelings other than anger and rage and his greatest need was to own and control me. XNXX Blood quickly surface and beaded on my thigh. I knew in that moment that he loved me, that he was mine and always would be. “What is this scar from, Sarah?”
I turned my head into the couch and muttered, “a knife.”
He was silent for so long that I looked at him again, and was taken aback by the look of raw lust on his face as he traced the scar over and over. I felt his thumb run across an old scar and the puzzled look on his face as he ran his thumb back over it again.
