Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T
Shackled Chapter 89

89. Angel

Max hugs me from behind and showers my back and shoulders with k*sses, gently waking me up.

“Can’t I sleep a little more?” I complain, wanting to snuggle with him more.

His left palm-his very large palm-covers my stomach. Warmth spreads around my b*dy. “You have been sleeping all morning. You usually get up early. Are you sick?” He sounds concerned. “Do you want me to call 112 or take you to the ER?”

I laugh and turn on my back. His face is all worried. “I am tired because someone kept me awake all night long

The worry vanishes from his face. “For a moment, I was scared that…yesterday might have been too much for you.”

I run hry fingers over his bare chest. “You sound like you care for me. And I would never put her in danger. She is the only thing that kept me going.”

His pupils winden, his palm caressing my skin. “I know you wouldn’t. And I do care about you more than you can ever imagine.” His eyes fall on my n*eck. A grin spreads across his face. “Someone wrecked you good.” I hum because I haven’t felt this good in months. “You look happy.”

“That’s because I am happy.” And before his ego comes out of his cars, I add quickly, “Because I smell coffee.”

He chuckles and k*sses my forehead. “If I only knew that coffee was all I needed to make you happy….”

“You would have bought me a coffee machine!”

“A plantation. Do you know if Spain has any?”

“Maybe in the Canary Islands? But I don’t want a plantation, just one cup.”

His bows forrow. “Just one?

“For now.

He pulls me on t

on top of him, his left hand cupping my cheek. “Were you always like this?”

I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“So easy to talk to? So easy to be with.”

“I don’t think so. I used to push everyone away, which led to me losing most of my friends. Not being with those you love is awful. For the first time in my life, I am trying to be genuine.”

It was only after I moved to La Palma that I started to replace myself. Having people like Antonia around me helped more than I thought. It is not always easy, but I am trying not to let the past dictate my future.

“You are perfect, no matter what”

I plant a k*ss in the mi

middle of his chest. “I think you mentioned it a few times. But I don’t know if I can believe you.”

“Trust, once shattered, is almost impossible to regain.” His hand slides from my face to my shoulder and lower, “Sofia,” he murmurs. “I like it.”

“It was the name of my great-grandmother.”

“How about we call our daughter Sofia?

I smile because I like the idea. “We need to practice making babies, then.”

He chuckles. “You are insatiable.”

“I thought you liked to f uck.”

89. Angel

But I am only one!”

la be complaining?

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to be shared”

My stomach turns into knots.

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chest less. I press my ear to his heart and lie to be things just as they are right now. Just us. It is enough.” His

Every begining has an end. I snuggle into his arms. “Not yet. Let me enjoy this a little longes

Be sighs. “Let me bring you a cup of coffee then. And something to ear

I slide next to him, and he gets out of bed. The sunlight then through the window, and I close my eyes, basking in its war practically hear myself per with delight. Or maybe because I was f ucked so well last night I fell asleep praming like a fool.

The nose of plates being put on the table comes from the kitchen

“How about, we get a cat?” I randomly ask

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