Page 54 of Dark & Deceitful

Not wanting him to ruin the moment by talking or acknowledging what we’re doing, I brush his tear away as if it doesn’t exist and smile softly. “Come here.” I lock my fingers around the nape of his tattooed neck and draw him closer. Dark doesn’t fight me when his chest connects with mine, and his heart pounds through my breasts.

I nudge his nose with my own. “Kiss me, you fool.”

Expelling a deep, needy groan, my ex does just that. Uniting his lips with mine, I’m transported to our bed, where we made love. Where he didn’t hurt me. His big palm cups my ass as he tilts my hips up to hit that sweet spot and grinds his pelvis against my clit. Moaning into his mouth, we both struggle to draw breath as my ex fucks me into the mattress with glorious thrust after thrust. The bed squeaks. Skin slaps skin, and he fills me like nobody else can.

And I love it.

Every moment is just what I need.

What I long for.

When he draws back to suck another mark onto my neck, I hold him there, wanting him to brand me forever, to fuck me forever, to make me come.

“Max,” I gasp when he cups my breast and draws a nipple into his mouth. As I glance down at him, he smiles like the wicked man he is and sucks.

My toes curl at the sight, at the shimmer in his gray eyes, at my… husband—the man I used to love with my whole heart. In this moment, he’s here with me, drawing pleasure from me because he can, because it’s his life's purpose.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy all night, babe. But you gotta come for me first.” Dark hooks my legs over his shoulders and drives to the hilt, hitting that spot.

Gripping the bed cover in my fists, my back arches as air stutters out of my chest.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Come on my cock.”

“I… I…”

“Now,” he demands, slamming his hips home. Bending to his will, I shatter into millions of pieces as I scream through my climax. But he doesn’t stop. Of course, he doesn’t. Dark yanks himself out of my core, and then he’s there, licking my pussy and sucking my clit, moaning like it’s the best meal he’s had in years.

Two fingers curve inside me as he kisses my clit like they’re long-lost lovers, and they are because she responds just like he expects, but for me, it’s too much, too fast, too sensitive.

“No. Too much,” I whimper, heels digging into the bed as I try to scoot away.

Chuckling like a madman, Dark removes his digits to hold me in place and attack my clit.

“No. No.” I rip at the covers, trying to get away as everything coils too tight, too much, too, too fucking much. “Please. Stop,”I screech and hold my breath as Dark sucks and sucks and sucks on her. “No!” I gasp.

And the bastard. The horrible, horrible man doesn’t relent. Not when I writhe on the bed. Not when I pluck violently at my nipples. He sucks and toys with her. He kisses her, and she loves it.

“Please!” I claw at his hands to let go. Desperate for relief.

And it comes.

Oh. It fucking comes.

When Dark lashes my clit and kisses her deeply, he hums in his throat as if he knows this is it. This is the end of me.

And he would be right.

Eyes rolling to the back of my skull, I convulse as a train wreck of the purest pleasure rips through every inch of my soul. Fluid squirts from my center, and Dark moans, lapping it up as I try to stay conscious through my hoarse scream.

The world goes black.

“Babe.” Dark pats my cheek.

Shivering, I blink up at him, dazed and unfocused.

The sweetest, cockiest grin quirks at the corner of his swollen lips. “You passed out.”

“I did not.”

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