"It could happen again," he told her, fingers skirting up the side of her leotard and up into her hair, fingers fisting the strawberry strands as he tugged her head to the side so he could have access to her neck. "It's gonna happen again. My past...," he paused between kisses punctuating his sentence against her skin with his lips. "It's always going to keep coming back." He wanted desperately to promise her that she'd always be safe, but he feared that his sins would come back to haunt him like they had that night.
"They'll want to take you from me," he breathed against her skin as he drew his lips up to her ear, nipping at the bit of flesh. "They always go for the jugular. What's closest to my heart. You. They'll keep coming back and trying to get at me by hurting you." But did he want to push her away? No. He didn't think that he could live life without her.
His mouth found hers again, his kiss more possessive and needful. "I'll always come for you."