We sat on different sides of the bed, each lost in our own thoughts. I felt guilty as I glanced at the burn scars all over his chest and neck. How am I not able to be with the man I love? Why am I being punished the way? I waited for so long to be back with him, now he can't even mark me as his own. "I'm sorry," I said in barely a whisper. He came over to my side. "Hey, don't say that. I love you no matter what." I struggled to speak but I was a crying mess. "I hurt you..." "They do say ‘Love is pain’, so this is to be expected." he laughed. "I am fine, you just focus on being the baddest moon goddess ever. Besides, there are other ways we can pleasure each other if you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows. I turned red with embarrassment. "You’re crazy." *** News of my new i

