Gessia's POV.
By the time he came in my mouth, I was confident that I was bleeding. My lips were swollen, and the sides of my lips were most likely torn. It hurt badly enough for me to pull away with a frown stamped on my face.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked gently, stretching out his hand to touch my hair with a gentleness I knew he didn't feel. Rex was damaged—that much I knew. He had demons he tried to hide, and he sometimes liked to unleash them on me.
Pulling away, I scrambled to my feet, dusting my knees as I moved toward the door to grab my cloak. "Clearly you aren't in the mood to make love tonight," I told him, realizing that if I let him anywhere close to the space between my legs, he would show me hell.
He had done it before, and I had no intention of waiting to find out. Grabbing my cloak and putting it on—
"I shouldn't have hurt you," he said, with not a word of apology on his lips, which made me wonder why I kept trying.
