It was dark now, the blue hour transforming the shores of the Black Lake into a spooky sort of place. The waves were calmer and yet that made it seem more dangerous, the water inviting her in when a voice inside of her screamed at her to run. A dense fog was beginning to drift in with the wind, a sign of the storm to come. Evelyn had overheard some professors saying it was supposed to thunder for a week. She hoped that it wasn't true.

Twilight had settled upon Hogwarts. And still, Evelyn sat by the lake and watched the water for a sign of her father.

Mattheo stayed with her, a solid warm presence by her side. He had been smarter and brought a thick coat with a hat and a pair of gloves, both of which he insisted on giving to her. "Tom will have my ass if you freeze to death and then how am I supposed to get girls? They like my ass too much, y'know." But she refused them and told him that she would deal with Tom if it came to it.

So he sat there. In his own, supportive way. Sometimes he talked, telling her stories about the pretty girls he flirted with. Aapparently, he had asked about five of them to the upcoming Hogmanay Ball—a ball created after the downfall of Voldemort to liven the spirits of Hogwarts, one that third years couldn't actually go to. She thought about going with Tom before she realized that he would probably never go to something as silly as a dance so she shrugged it from her mind. Other times, the boy was pointing out birds that he insisted were evil because they kept stealing a boy named Theodore's cigarettes. Mattheo talked about how they found Angus McLaggen's body ravaged deep in the Forbidden Forest. A werewolf attack, it seemed, the worst one the school had ever seen. They'd looked at each other, both of them knowing the truth, neither of them willing to say it. Evelyn didn't care that a man had died over her. Mattheo seemed used to this behavior by now. He didn't bring it up any more.

As they looked out at the water, Mattheo told her how he'd seen waves fifty feet tall (an exaggeration but one he put his heart and soul into telling). Growing up, he and Tom didn't have any family so they moved around different pureblood homes. For about six months, they stayed with the Rosier family in Cornwall, which is where he saw the waves.

"Rosier? As in, Nora Rosier?"

Mattheo frowned but nodded. "Yeah, that's where we met. She took me to the beach one day and showed me them." Evelyn wanted to ask him more but the way he suddenly began to look down at the ground made it obvious that he'd had enough of the girl for one evening.

"So..." she said quietly, wishing that she was actually good at conversing with others. Being kept away by her grandparents didn't exactly make her very social. Though, from what she'd heard, her father was always an introvert too so perhaps it was in her blood. "Where else have you gone? Any favorites?"

"Oh, yeah. Tons." Mattheo reached into his pocket and pulled out a hunk of baguette bread. She wasn't sure how long it had been there and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know anyway. "Theo brought me to his home in Italy for a while last summer. That was really cool. And Draco's family has a summer home in the South of France."

Evelyn couldn't help the laugh that burst out. "What's so funny?" Mattheo asked.

She shook her head. "Sorry. I'm just having trouble imagining Tom in Italy or the South of France." Not that she would know much about either. She had never been anywhere other than her family's estate, London home, and Hogwarts. Even Hogsmeade felt like a holiday sometimes.

A lopsided grin appeared on Mattheo's face. "What you're imagining is probably correct. He hated it. Tom doesn't really like... warmth."

Evelyn scrunched her nose. "I don't either."

"Have you noticed you do that a lot?"

"What?"

He reached over and poked her nose. "You scrunch your nose whenever you think hard. Or whenever you're really happy. It's not hard to tell which one it is."

Evelyn rubbed her nose subconsciously. How would he know that she did that when she didn't even know herself? She forced herself to keep her nose still while she lost herself in thoughts.

Mattheo knocked her knee with his own and laughed. "Come on, Evie. I know you want to scrunch it."

"I don't scrunch it."

He made an "mm-hmm" sound. "Well, Tom probably likes it so don't stop."

She couldn't help the wrinkle in her nose, which made Mattheo giggle. A smile came to her own face before she could help it. How was it so easy, being with him like this? How did he have the power to bring her a smile on, for her, what was notoriously the worst day of the year?

How did he make her feel like she belonged?

It's a myth. You don't belong with anyone, a voice in her head appeared before listing everyone in her life who had left her, either emotionally or physically. But for once, she began to doubt it. Evelyn ran her hands along the sleeves of her thick sweater while the war in her head waged. Part of her felt so at ease with Mattheo—and maybe Tom. Another part of her insisted that she would never have a home, not with him, not with anyone. Right now, she wasn't sure what to believe so she just tuned it out.

"Is it weird for you?"

"Is what weird?" he asked with a mouth full of bread. She rolled her eyes.

"Your cousin and your brother..." Evelyn trailed off. Dating. That's what she'd wanted to say. But were they dating? They'd never actually defined their relationship if they even had a relationship. Tom had always called her "his". But his what? His friend? His nuisance? His piece of dirt at the bottom of his shoe? With Tom, she couldn't really assume anything. He was an enigma, more than her, even.

Mattheo grinned again. "No, it's not. If anything, it's great. You two are the most important people to me—you're the only family I have left. And I've thought you were similar ever since the day we first talked and you looked at me like you weren't sure whether to hex me or ignore me entirely. So I think you're great for each other."

She frowned. Great for what? Tom didn't seem like the dating type and, to be honest, she wasn't sure she was the dating type either. Who even was the dating type? She stole a glance at the boy next to her, gnawing a piece of bread in between his conversations about the many girls at Hogwarts. Yup. He was the dating type. Or at least casually dating.

"Tom doesn't seem like boyfriend material." With anyone else, that might have been an insult but she had a feeling Tom would scoff at the term. "And I don't think I'm girlfriend material."

She was the angsty girl pureblood boys would bring home to their families to scare them into liking someone else. See? they'd say. You can either have this vampire lady or Angela. Not that any of them had shown an interest in her anyway. You're too sad, one Ravenclaw girl told her in the bathroom once in the fourth year. You just have an energy that I don't like. I don't think anyone would like it. It's too dark. Maybe you should get your ears pierced or something.

Yeah, not girlfriend material.

But to her surprise, Mattheo laughed again. "Evie, you're delusional if you think Tom wants you to be his girlfriend." She couldn't help the way that her heart sank as she looked down at the ground. She'd already known that was the case but to hear it confirmed hurt a little more than it should have. See? a cocky voice in her head taunted. It sounded like the Ravenclaw girl. Your energy is too dark.

Mattheo continued. "I mean, he's moved way past that. Do you know what he calls you behind your back? My wife. Or sometimes 'my queen' or 'my lady' or 'my darling' or, yuck, 'my love'. I think that one might be the worst. Mate has skipped right past 'babygirl' and gone straight to Dracularian terms... is Dracularian even a word? Well, if it is, it probably has a picture of Tom's bitchass next to it."

My wife. My queen. My lady. My darling. My love. That was what he called her? That was what he saw her as? Not as a girlfriend but... more.

Evelyn bit her lip to hold back her smile. She couldn't help the swell of happy emotions inside of her. She was Tom's. His "wife"—though that would need some discussion—his queen, his lady, his darling, his love.

As if he knew she was thinking about him, Tom's voice growled inside of her head. Evelyn. But he didn't sound affectionate or tender. He sounded angry.

Mattheo perked up his head. It reminded her of a rabbit that just heard the sound of crunching leaves nearby, painfully aware of nearby predators. His curls moved as he turned his head from side to side. Then, he said quietly, "Tom's coming. I have to leave."

"What?" How could he sense that?

"Tom's coming. I can feel him—it's a brother thing we have. He's about to apparate here and I don't think it's for me." He stood up and tightened his cloak before looking down at her with a smile that suggested he pitied her for what was about to come. "See ya, Evie. Lunch tomorrow?"

She nodded and Mattheo took that as he cue to scurry up the hill as fast as he could.

A wisp of shadow began to appear in front of her. Evelyn couldn't help but tighten her arms around herself and lean away in slight fear. What if it wasn't Tom? What if it was one of the Death Eaters he warned her about? Dumbledore always insisted that Hogwarts was safe but... but maybe it wasn't, not from them. Her lower lip began to tremble as more shadows appeared.

And then he was there.

. . .

Fury hardly seemed like an adequate word to describe the emotions running through Tom's veins when he walked into his room only to find it completely devoid of Evelyn's things. Her books, her notes from classes, her clothes, even the little picture frame of her father she hid under the pillow that she thought was a secret was just gone.

How dare she? How dare she think she could leave him, defy his orders? He told her that she was to stay in his room and yet there she was, thinking she could just disobey. He would have to punish her.

Tom sneered at the sight of his empty bedroom before realizing that he was late. She should have been there by now, waiting for him as she always did. Was she trying to get rid of him? Ignore him and act as if there wasn't a golden bond tethering the two of them together? Was she that naive?

He searched for the connection inside of him. It was dim, dimmer than it should have been. But still, he could find it easily, as if she was already a part of his soul. Perhaps if those traitors were right, she was.

She was by the lake, that much he could feel, which angered him even more because he ordered her to stay away from the water, any water. Neatly trimmed fingernails were digging into his palms from how tightly his fists were clenched. Tom forced himself to calm, to feel out her emotions. She was sad, he could tell, but not resigned. Good. She's not attempting to get in. Every once in a while, he caught a little wave of happiness before it was smothered again by a depression so thick he could hardly see through it.

And the water. That damned water was calling to her like a beacon, wanting to drown her like it drowned her father. He could picture it now, her fists clawing for the surface as she sunk further and further into the murky depths. Evelyn couldn't swim—his research on her was thorough indeed—so the moment she stepped into the cold waters, she was sentencing herself to death.

Still, he took some comfort in the fact that she was sitting a few feet away from the edges. And that his brother was with her, something he would address with the boy later. Whether Mattheo knew he was potentially saving her life or not, he didn't know but he would thank him for keeping an eye on her when Tom couldn't anyway. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he was far away and had to apparate hundreds of miles through the castle's wards only to find her already too far gone.

I need to keep a closer eye on her, he mused. Fuck the Death Eater faction. They would have to pry Evelyn from his arms if they wanted her. He had looked into the seer from Sri Lanka and while he couldn't find her, he did find more evidence on the Death Eaters's radical ideas. They believe that a piece of Tom's soul somehow lives in Evelyn—whether it's true or how it could possibly be true, he didn't know—and that Tom needed to kill her to prove his worth as their Dark Lord. If he was worthy, the part of his missing soul would return to him upon her death, increasing his power. If he wasn't, it would be gone forever, as would Evelyn.

He couldn't give a damn about more power or his fucking soul, not when the cost was losing her. He wanted power, yes, but it was a price he wasn't willing to pay.

Tom resolved to stay closer to her. Which he could do easily if she stayed in his damn room. Merlin, he was angry at her for leaving without a word and yet despite his anger—which usually resulted in a hexed victim at best and a dead one at worst—he had no desire to cast his wand on her or bring her to the chamber. No, if anything, his anger just made him want to fuck her more, ravage her in the depths of the bedroom she pathetically thought she could escape. He would make her scream with want, begging him to let her cum and Tom wouldn't, not for this punish. He would use her body over and over and never give her the release she desired until she swore to never leave his side again. And then he would pleasure her like no man ever could because the look on her face would be destroy him forever.

He felt her thinking about him. He caught the words "my wife" and "my lady" with feelings of both confusion and happiness. Damn Mattheo for telling her what he called her. "Girlfriend" didn't seem enough to describe what Evelyn was and using her name in conversation usually resulting in his dick straining hard to the point of pain so he'd taken to using the nicknames. She wasn't supposed to know about them, not yet, at least. He thought she would attempt to run away, scared at the intensity of his desire for her. Though based on her clear happiness, that assumption proved incorrect.

Evelyn, he growled into her mind with both anger and lust. She seemed a little startled yet not fearful so Tom decided to just go and see her. He focused on apparating, weaving his way through the thick charms of the castle. He focused on finding her, on holding her lithe body by the lake. He focused on the woman that would one day be his wife. And suddenly, he appeared in a small grove of trees by the side of the Black Lake, smelling both fog and the scent of incoming rain. It was dark and getting dark, the wind raging around them.

She was standing and looked relieved to see him despite the anger that he clearly radiated. But that relief didn't last long.

Tom stormed over to her with an outstretched hand, grabbing her throat and pinning her against the trees. She gasped but he wasn't holding tightly enough to fully cut off her air, just tight enough for her to focus on him and only him. He was the air she breathed, he was her lifesource. Not some silly oxygen.

"How dare you?" he seethed. "How dare you try to leave me?"

"Tom," she wheezed, grabbing at his hand and trying to pull it off. This was the hardest he'd ever held her neck but he knew she could handle it. Actually, he felt her desire begin to ooze into his mind so clearly she could more than handle it. "Tom, please."

He didn't loosen his grip. His eyes burned holes into her pretty fucking grey ones that were begging to be rolled back in pleasure. "You thought you could just move your stuff? You thought you would just stop coming to warm my bed? You thought you could try to disappear to the fucking lake I told you to stay away from—wearing a pitiful excuse of a winter outfit—and I wouldn't notice a thing?"

"But I—"

"No," he growled, tightening his hand as a warning. Veins popped out of the back of it from his grip. Evelyn choked. "You will not speak until I allow you to."

She just nodded in response.

"Now, darling," he drawled in a voice that was more dangerous than before. It held promise of retribution, of punishment. And he so badly wanted to punish her. "You're coming with me "

And with that, he apparated them to his bedroom. Candles surrounded the dark room, illuminating the shadows on her face. She seemed to calm more, realizing that she could breathe just enough to stay conscious. Her hands gripped his arm but not in an attempt to pry it off. No, it was more like he was her anchor, like she needed him to keep herself upright.

Finally, he let go of his grip on her neck and noticed with some satisfaction that his hand had left a mark on her. He liked it a little too much. Perhaps he would give her more later during her punishment.

Evelyn's hands moved to the pale skin on her neck. She rubbed it tenderly and for a moment, he felt bad for hurting her. But then he noticed the way she looked at him, with pure and unadulterated lust, and he wondered if perhaps she wasn't rubbing it out of pain but out of pleasure.

Tom slowly stalked around the room. When he spoke, his voice was deep and slow, like a cat playing with a mouse. A beautiful, dark mouse with black hair in long, luscious waves. His mouse. And as Tom stared at her, noting the way she looked at him with complete trust and longing, he realized he wanted to play.

He circled her with long steps and whispered in her ear, "You thought you could just leave, darling? Was my bed not enough for you?" She bit her lip and remained silent. Tom couldn't help himself; he reached up and placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it with a tenderness that felt foreign. And yet with her, it felt right. There was a part of Tom that wanted to stroke her cheek and whisper poetry in her ear and there was a part of him that wanted to fuck her from behind until tears streamed down her face as she cried out his name. Somehow he knew she would like both.

While he was waiting for her answer, he realized something. He had forbade her from speaking and she listened, submitting to him oh so easily. His dick immediately hardened. Tom stroked her cheek again to distract himself from it. "Good girl," he murmured, noting the flush that filled her cheeks from his praise. "You may speak now."

She sighed before quietly saying, "I wasn't leaving you... I just don't like being here when you're not here. I thought I'd sleep in my bedroom." Merlin, the sound of her soft voice, so smooth and sultry even when she didn't mean to. Evelyn was still breathless from the lingering effects of his hand on her throat, which almost brought him to his knees before her. He probably would have, falling to the ground and yanking down her jeans before showing her what it was like to be consumed by a parseltongue. But he was still angry with her; he couldn't forget that. She had still tried to leave.

Tom kept his face passive. "And is that what you want, to sleep in your bedroom again?"

A confused look passed over her face—like she hadn't expected him to take this well. "Yes," she whispered but her voice was unsure.

"What else is it that you want, Little Dove? Since you have begun making requests?" You. Her voice appeared in his head instantly, so full of desire. He had to hold back a smirk.

"I want..." She trailed off. He raised his eyebrows and encouraged her to continue. "I want to go to the ball with you." Tom was surprised. Out of all things he expected her to demand, a ball wasn't on the list, especially when he would have happily gone with her. Okay, so not happily but when the alternative was the idea of her going with someone else, something that made his blood boil, he would have done it.

"So let me get this straight: you want to sleep in your bedroom and you want me to go to a... dance with you?" Evelyn nodded nervously. He tightened his grip on her face and looked deeply into her eyes. "You want these things, Little Dove?"

"Yes," she said softly.

Tom leaned in. There was barely any space between their lips when he whispered, "Then beg."

He used his grip on her jaw to shove her to her knees. Evelyn gasped in surprise. "Y-you want me to beg?"

Tom held her jaw and used his hand to tilt it upwards. "Everything has a price, my darling. This is mine."

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The sound of a belt buckle being undone echoed the room. Tom freed his cock from his aching confines and watched with satisfaction as it hit her parted lips. The tip rested on her lower lip while a look of both surprise and desire flooded her eyes. He could practically smell her wetness from her. Later, he told the part of him the longed to fill her completely. For now, she needs to be punished.

Evelyn looked at his cock with a glimmer of wonder in her eyes. She had clearly never seen one before and yet she didn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable. Tom moved his hand to her hair and fisted it with his fingers. "Beg, Evelyn," he said coldly because if he allowed any warmth into his voice, he would take her there on the floor.

She licked her lips—which didn't help his raging hard on at all—before slowly using her tongue to dart out and lick his tip. She swirled around the edges in a way that had him hissing through his mouth. "Fuck," he groaned because if this was what one small touch would do to him, he was fucked.

Evelyn slowly moved her tongue along his shaft as if she were getting used to his member. His length, his width, where it curved and dipped. Her hands remained behind her back while she let herself explore. He felt her get more confident in her movements, in his taste, in his skin. It was then that she finally took him her mouth.

He groaned as he let his head fall back, his hand still tightly fisting her hair. The only noises he could hear were his increasing breaths against the thud of his hard and the little noises she made as she licked and sucked him. If she was making those noises now, he couldn't imagine what she would do when he tied her to the posts of the bed and destroyed her.

Evelyn began to hollow out her cheeks as she sucked harder and harder. At the same time, she began to take him deeper until his cock hit the back of her throat. It took everything in him not to use his grip on her head and fuck her face until her mouth was red from destruction. Not now. This is her time to her explore, her time to beg for what she wants.

It wasn't until Evelyn grazed her teeth along his shaft that he let himself moan. "Darling," he sighed, gripping her hair even harder. She whimpered but leaned into his hand, now moving her mouth at different angles, increasing her speed as she went. Another aroused groan escaped his mouth when her teeth brought him both pain and pleasure.

Heat began to build in Tom's cold body. And when Evelyn looked up at him with hooded eyes filled with lust, he felt something in him snap.

Tom grabbed Evelyn's hair and used his grip to fuck her face. Hard. She whimpered every time he hit the back of her throat with his hard cock but he didn't care. She could handle it. She could handle this and much more.

"You're... fucking... mine," he panted in between thrusts. "No one could fill your mouth like this. No one could please me like this. You are mine, Evelyn Black."

She moved her hands from behind her back and used them to slip off her sweater. He fisted his cock while she slowly took it off, revealing a black lacy bra filled with the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. I'm finishing on those, he decided. They were too luscious, too untouched. Plus, he had to finish there or else he would yank her jeans off and fuck her until she was thoroughly filled with his seed. Part of him wasn't too dazed to realize she wasn't ready for that.

"Fuck, Little Dove," he gritted before reaching out with his free hand to flick her nipple through the lace. She gasped and he used that moment to fill her face with his cock again.

Before he could thrust into her face again, she swatted his hands away and moved her own to his ass. Then, she roughly brought his pelvis toward her face, taking everything she wanted. She was doing everything he couldn't handle. Licking her tongue around the tip, biting when she pushed him away, looking at him with eyes that were begging to be fucked.

Tom felt the familiar cloud of an orgasm rise to his mind. He could hardly focus on anything but Evelyn, which didn't bother him because he didn't want to focus on anything but Evelyn.

"I'm about to cum," he groaned through clenched teeth. But when he tried to pull out of her mouth to finish on her body, Evelyn held him with strength that surprised him for how small she was. A knot rose to his cock and when she swirled her tongue one last time, that was it. White-hot seed painted her throat as he ejaculated over and over into her. To be honest, it was the best orgasm he had ever had, though he had a feeling that he would have better ones the moment he allowed himself to enter her.

Evelyn looked up at him with darkened eyes before pulling away. Her teeth scraped along his sensitive tip in a way that made his knees weaken. Then, when he had finally exited her body, she looked at him and swallowed. He moaned because the sight of her so willingly taking his seed was making him hard again already.

"Such a good girl," he cooed, wrapping his hand around her cheek and stroked. Any lingering anger he felt left the moment her teeth stroked his cock. "So perfect."

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Her nipples hardened at his praise and though he had never thought himself as anything more than a degrader—especially during fucking—he realized that he would happily praise her day and night just to watch the lust fill her eyes like it was now. "Stand, darling," he murmured. She obeyed so easily it had him straining just to be inside her.

Tom raked his eyes over her body, noticing the way her breasts practically swelled with his sight. He reached out his other hand and cupped it through the bra. Then, he looked up at where she stared anxiously waiting for his response. "I will take you to this dance you requested. And I will allow you back into your bedroom. But just know, Little Dove, the moment you return to my bed is the moment you will permanently remain there."

She nodded eagerly. "I understand."

He smirked. "I give you a week before you're lying next to me again."

Evelyn smiled softly. "That seems generous for you."

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. She lightened something in him... something dangerous and exhilarating. Something he couldn't let go of now that he had just discovered it. "Get dressed. Because if I have to look at your body much longer, you won't be leaving this bedroom for hours."

She slipped on the black sweater and fixed her hair while he stuffed his aching dick back into his pants. He couldn't wait for the day when he could use her however he pleased. The idea of her writhing for hours under his body had him grinning devlishily. She seemed to read his mind, blushing under his stare.

"You're beautiful," Tom said before helping her fixed where her top was aschew. Then, he leaned into her ear. "But you looked more beautiful with me inside you."

Evelyn bit her lip. He could faintly smell her desire in the air. He grinned. "You have a dirty mind, Tom Riddle. What happened to dinner first?"

Tom snorted. "You just ate dinner."

She gaped with red cheeks. He chuckled at the sight. "No need to get embarrassed now, Little Dove. You left that behind when you swallowed my seed so eagerly."

"One day, you'll be eating your words, Thomas, and I'll be forced to rub it in your face."

"I'd rather be eating something else." That earned him a playful smack on the chest. He smirked before kissing her forehead. "Get some rest, my darling."

"I don't need rest, I—"

"You'll be wishing you have rest when you return to my bed in a week and spend your nights being fucked into oblivion."

"Thomas!" she gasped. Her warning didn't have the effect she intended, though. The sound of his name on his lips—not Tom, not My Lord, just Thomas—made him want to kiss her until she begged for him to stop and let her breathe again.

He just smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist before kissing her gently on the lips. He could still taste his cum faintly on her tongue. Good. It can be a reminder of who is the only one allowed to coat her throat. But despite his lewd thoughts, Tom felt something else when he kissed her. Something... deeper. Something that strengthened the bond between them, drawing their darknesses closer together than ever before. He wasn't sure what it was; he'd never felt it before. It was new.

Tom gave her one last kiss before squeezing her waist tightly. "Goodnight, wife."

Her eyes darkened even though she pretended to be surprised. "I'm not your wife."

He shrugged. "Not yet. I like to prepare myself for the future."

She smiled to herself. "The future?"

Tom grabbed her hand and laid a light kiss on her knuckles. "Yes, the future. The future where you are untouchable by my side with a ring on your finger and a mark on your forearm. The future where we live in a grand estate with a library all your own and we spend our nights making passionate love in every surface of the home."

Her eyes lit up with happiness and something else. That same emotion he felt stirring while he kissed her. Tom gave her a soft smile, one reserved only for her, before she pulled away with longing in her gaze.

See you in a week, Tom whispered into her mind as the door shut. He practically felt her scowl, which made him laugh. And as Tom settled into bed, he couldn't help but search deep into the darkest parts of his soul and find where his connection with Evelyn lay, surrounded by that odd, foreign feeling. His magic caressed it only to find that it was light and all-consuming like the sun. It had the power to overtake him, the power to bring him to his knees for the wonderful woman that had just left his room.

Love, a voice inside of him whispered. The very thing that destroyed his father. The very thing that he lacked, some type of old magic that even his couldn't touch. Love. Did he love her?

Yes. Tom Riddle had spent his life in an icy cage, surrounded only by the cold darkness of his heart. But for her, he would plant fires that burned the world until the streets were lined with bodies. For her, he would lay waist to empires thousands of years old. For her, he would kill every man, woman, and child that dared to look at her wrong. For her, he would split his very soul so she could never doubt what he felt for her.

For her, Tom would do anything. Anything except let her go.

Oh my GOSH, this chapter (which was so long haha) gave me so many emotions. Why was I practically panting during that spicy scene lol. And Tom's POV may be rare but it gives what it needs to give. Some of those quotes just had me dying in every possible way. Lol, let me know what you thought!