"Never apologize for that...I love hearing my name pass your lips," Jonathan says, his voice thick with desire as he gazes deep into my eyes. "And I can't wait to hear you scream it when you fall apart around me..."

The promise in his words and eyes washes away what little doubt remained in the back of my mind. Before I can dwell on it Jonathan kisses me again in a way that steals the very breath from lungs. His hands slide down my body to settle on my hips as I wrap my arms around his neck. He roughly squeezes my ass, making me moan into our kiss, already my panties are soaked.

In a quick motion, he pulls me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he grinds his hips against me, his straining hardness making it know just how worked up he's getting. My mind goes blank between the friction against my core and the magic his lips are working.

Jonathan whisk us upstairs, his lips always on mine leaving me dizzy and disoriented. Cool, soft blankets touch my scorching skin as he lays me down and hovers over top. His breathing is ragged, hair messy and eyes dark with desire as they rake over me.

"Christ Izzy," he pants. "You're so beautiful."

The intensity in his gaze makes my chest tighten. I've never felt more beautiful or desired than I do at this exact moment with him. Jonathan makes me feel things I've never felt before, and he makes me want for more.

My heart races as I reach up, and slip a finger in his tie, pulling lightly to loosen it before getting to work on his buttons. Jonathan says nothing, but watches me intently as I undo them, one by one, revealing his taut, lean muscular chest below. Not wasting any time he quickly shrugs his shirt and tie off, tossing them haphazardly to a heap on the floor.

Jonathan lays back down, propping his weight on his elbow as he watches me closely. My heart hammers in my chest as I run my hands up across his chest before hooking it behind his head and reaching up for a kiss. He takes no further encouragement to take over, dominating the kiss and my body.

His hand slowly trails down my side as his lips worship mine before sliding down my neck to my collar bone. I gasp, arching my back as his free hand slips under the shirt, against my skin and moves upwards to my breast. I'm putty under his expert skill, unable to do anything but moan and writhe against him. His rough palm kneads my breast, making me throw back my head with a needy whimper.

Inch by inch his lips move past my collarbone towards the valley between my breasts. Suddenly the lusty fog lifts and panic sets in making me tense up and my heart races. Jonathan notices instantly and pulls back, brows furrowed in concern as his eyes search mine.

"What is it?" He asks, instantly sober.

My throat tightens and eyes burn as embarrassment takes over. I turn my gaze away from him, feeling ashamed.

I would fuck this up!

"Izzy, talk to me," he whispers, cupping my cheek to turn me back to face him. His eyes are soft and worried, there's no judgment or anger to be seen but I can't help this feeling. "Please."

"My scars," I whimper, barely a whisper. It's bad enough what happened to me that night, but to be stuck with reminders for life is awful, I can't even look at myself in the mirror. Ever since the bandages came off, I haven't looked since.

"Oh Izzy," he sighs sadly. "Let me see." His tone is firm like a command but he's giving me the room to say no if I want. I'm so torn between wanting to continue and afraid of his reaction when he sees the real me under it all.

Trust... It's a two way street.

At my small nod he smiles and kisses me lightly while undoing the final button holding my shirt shut. I can't watch as he shifts his attention below so opt for staring at the ceiling, praying he can overlook this. Jonathan snaps my attention to him with a light kiss to my left breast where the first scar was then he tenderly moves over to the right and kisses it too. I'm so transfixed by his reaction I don't know what to do.

How is he not disgusted by them?

"Angel, how long has it been since you've looked at yourself?" He murmurs, looking up at me. My cheeks burn and I go back to staring at the ceiling and shake my head. "Izzy, there's almost nothing there."

"But the scars?" I mumble.

"They were shallow to begin with and Anne made sure you had the best care, look for yourself," he says, looking pointedly at my chest.

Dread wells in me as I try and force my gaze from him to my skin, but I'm frozen in place. Once again he cups my cheek, caressing it with his thumb as he guides my head up for a better view.

"Izzy I will never lie to you, EVER," he stresses, looking deep into my eyes. Deep down I know he wouldn't but fear is a funny thing. With a final hard swallow my eyes slowly travel down before landing on my own skin shocking me with what I see.

There is just the faintest hint of a line left if you look hard enough, but it's the type of mark that fades over time. My fingertips lightly trace over as if trying to decide if this is real or not. There isn't a single speck of raised skin, it's as smooth as the rest of my breast. When I look back up to Jonathan he has a guarded look that makes me instantly nervous.

"Izzy, I'd understand if you wanted to stop-"

"Please, don't," I whisper with a panicked edge to my voice. "I want you...this...I was just afraid how you would react..." I feel stupid admitting it out loud but insecurity can't be erased over night.

"Bella, your beauty isn't only skin deep," he whispers huskily. "You enchanted me the first day I met you, I just didn't realize it. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out."

His words nearly bring me to tears but instead, I reach up and pull his lips back to mine. Jonathan settles back down between my thighs, shifting down to turn his attention back to my breasts. The moment his lips latch onto my sensitive nipple my back jumps, arching to push more of myself in his hungry mouth. He licks and sucks, lightly nipping it before shifting his attention to the other side and bringing his palm up to knead me. Jonathan groans against me as I writhe under him, making some much needed friction.

Jonathan kisses and licks his way down my body. My hips twist out of control as he swirls his tongue ever lower in contrast to the way his short cropped beard feels against my skin. He hooks his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulls them slowly down my thighs, tossing them behind him , never breaking contact with his lips. The bed dips as he shifts lower, brushing his lips tenderly across my inner thigh then the other, teasing me to kiss and touch everywhere but where I want him the most.

"Jonathan please," I whimper.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this?" He replies, looking up with hunger in his eyes and a crooked grin. "You're mine all night...and I fully intend to take my time."

Jonathans no nonsense tone is a reminder of who is in charge. Without warning his lips are on my core, making me throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy. Jonathan knows exactly where to touch and what to do and my body responds of its own accord, bucking and writhing against him.

His tongue is like magic as he licks and sucks my sensitive bundle of nerves. The vibrations as he groans against me while slipping his fingers deep into my core leave me panting as I race towards my ultimate high. My thighs quiver on the edge of release by my body won't let go.

"Come for me," he growls, picking up his pace.

A moment later I come hard, losing all senses as I bring my hands to tangle in his silky hair while Jonathan draws every ounce of pleasure out of me. I lay there panting with stars dancing in my vision as I come down. Jonathan gets up, eyes locked on me as he brings his hands to his belt, quickly undoing it and his pants before sliding them down, leaving him in his boxers with a prominent bulge.

I lick my lips, eager to return the favour but he chuckles and shakes his head. "Not this time Bella," he says. "I'm far from done with you tonight..."