Page 104 of A Debt of Darkness

“Ivy, you’re stunning,” he rasps. “Gods, it fucking hurts as you clench around my dick. Your pussy’s so damn tight, lea. It was made for me. You were made for me.”

I moan and tighten, already contracting as I start to shatter.

“Don’t you dare come.”

I bite my lip and tense, trying to hold back the climax that feels inevitable.

“You come for me. Only me. Only when I fucking tell you.”

I shake and the excitement’s more than I can bear and my orgasm sweeps through me, tearing into every muscle of my body and setting me on fire. I’m delirious, I’m lost. I’m completely safe and screaming for Henry as he keeps going, chasing his own high.

His thrusts become erratic and he drops his head, contracting the muscles in his stomach as he gets close to the release he needs. His face falls into the now familiar sharp features and as his head tips back, his fangs descend. He releases a primal, vicious roar as his cock jerks inside me and I watch his orgasm destroy him in the same way mine devastated me.

Henry’s rhythm slows until it’s lazy and he’s making sure every drop of his come releases inside me. His eyes are wide as they stare at me, dazed with lust and his climax until he snaps back into reality.

“Fuck, lea. Was I too much? Tell me, I wasn’t. Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

I shake my head and smile, still flushed and warm from my orgasm. Henry exhales and slides out of me, lying down beside me and pulling me against him.

He holds me, whispering everything was perfect and promising he’ll always keep me safe and cherish me. It’s soft and tender and contrasts with how he was moments ago. It’s what I need and I relax into him, letting him ease away my worries until there’s only one question left unanswered.

“What does it mean?”

Henry lifts his head. “What does what mean, Ivy?”

“Lea?” I ask. “You promised to tell me.”

He laughs and I don’t understand why.

“It’s from when I was younger. From a time before Ryan and I were turned,” he says, running a finger along my collarbone. “It’s Latin. It translates as lioness, but the meaning’s more than that. A man used it once in his lifetime, only for the woman he respected and adored.”

My mouth forms a perfect circle as I exhale silently.

“Ivy, you’re nothing short of spectacular—strong, courageous, cunning and a vicious protector of those you value. I’m irrevocably in love with you and I’m afraid you are it for me. I won’t let you go because I’m a selfish asshole and I can’t bear to be without you. Fate decided you are mine and if it hadn’t, I’d have fought the gods themselves to have you.”

My blush deepens and I press against him, needing to obliterate any space between us.

“You’re not so bad,” I say, and he laughs wildly. “At least you’re realizing you’re an asshole.”

I close my eyes and rest, enjoying his laughter echoing around us. Henry strokes my skin and plays with my hair, stopping me from falling asleep despite the warmth threatening to carry me away.

“Are you sore?” he asks.

I shake my head and he laughs again.

“You’ve made a mistake, lea. I said I’d fuck you until your pussy was sore, and you and I have a very long—and pleasurable—night ahead of us.”

29

A PLEASANT WAY TO SPEND AN AFTERNOON

HENRY

Ryan’s light blue eyes are full of amusement and he flicks his dark brown hair out of his face. Matt’s sitting next to him with his arm loped over Ryan’s shoulders, letting him relax against him. For now, Matt’s the dominant in their relationship and he’s wearing the same expression as his partner, eyeing me with interest.

“He fucked her.”

“Finally,” Ryan says. “He’s much calmer. You can see the tension easing.”

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