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Dmitry couldnt quite understand what it was that her soft voice sought from his soul, but it was searching, for something he was not sure even existed within himself. His eyes gazed into hers as she spoke, his heart felt tight in his chest, guilt racking through him. Yes, he knew what he said, but that had been before these new details of her pregnancy came to the surface. I didnt know then what I know now. He said simply, raising the bottle to his lips once again, but stopped, pushing it to the side and out of his sight. You were wronged, Pavla, horribly wronged, and then punished for being wronged. And I was your further punishment He let out a ragged sigh, raising a hand to his eyes and rubbing them. He couldnt bring himself to look at her then, knowing what was in her eyes. I am the inadequate one Pavla. Truly, he felt this way, so many years of abuse, of torment and neglect at the hands of others, Dmitry could not bring himself to trust anyone, they always seemed to have ulterior motives to their affection, and as soon as he provided them with whatever it was they needed, he was abandoned, the only steady friend or companion he had soon becoming the bottle, and eventually it was the only thing he allowed himself to trust, and for many years it remained this way. But now, with this stunning creature being thrown into his life, as much against his will as her own, he couldnt seem to wrap his head around her wanting anything from him without first serving her own interests first, it was foreign to him completely. Finally he looked back at her, watched as she walked weakly over to him, her arms wove around his torso, cheek pressed to his back. She truly appeared to care about him, but still he could not let his guard down, could not let himself believe that someone like her could care about him, as the liquor continued to fuel his rage and self-doubt. But his large hand rose, rubbing her forearm as she held him in her arms, breaking her hold so he could turn around, facing her with a troubled look on his masculine features. She begged him to hold her, to comfort her. given her experiences from the night before, and those which had led to it, he could understand why she sought such comfort. Those chocolate pools of hers spoke deeply to his own stark blue orbs, and with another great sigh he nodded his head, it hung low to look down to her small form, his chestnut locks hanging down about his face. Alright. He spoke softly, still having not returned to his more kind sober timbre, but filled with remorse and his own undeniable need to feel her against him. It was such a long time since he had been with a woman, that even now, with her hands upon him, his own resting on her lower back, the other stroking through her long, espresso tinted waves, Every fibre of his being wished to take her to the bed and run his hands and lips over every part of her. But he resisted, she was clearly weak, tired, and needy. He wrapped his arm about her waist and helped her back to the bed, waiting until she made herself comfortable before kicking off his shoes climbing in next to her, settling himself in and pulling the blankets over their bodies. He turned to face her, returning to the position that they had been in previously. He couldnt bring himself to speak, afraid something might come out which he didnt intend, the effects of the liquor beginning to fade. The curse of his massive size, Dmitry would have to drink constantly to maintain a sufficient level of intoxication, and with the heavy porridge in his belly it was beginning to lose its most potent effect. So he satisfied himself with merely stroking the soft skin of her arm, trailing upwards to side of her lovely visage. He held his hand there for a moment, gazing into her eyes. Could she truly love him? Could he let her love him? I I wont leave your side. Alright? was all he could muster, letting his hand fall from her cheek and wrapping his arm around her slight waist, pulling her body close to his.