Page 160 of A Debt of Darkness

It’s irrelevant. It’s immaterial.

We’re going to weather this and any other storm we’ll ever face. He’s an outburst of violence as devastating as a hurricane, and he’ll consume me, but he’ll never destroy me. He’s the beacon calling me home and the lighthouse saving mein the tempest threatening to wreck me on the rocks. We’ve broken and shattered as we found each other, and now we’re remade in each other’s image. Henry’s mine and I am his, and nothing will destroy us.

He stills and withdraws, letting me calm before he plays with me again. I’m warm and sleeping, moaning quietly as heat rises between my legs.

“Ready, lea?”

I shake my head.

“You’re ready, Ivy.”

His erection digs into me as he moves and I rouse from my daze, aware he’s going to fuck my ass. I tense and he tsks, running a palm down my body as he pushes me down onto the mattress.

“Relax for me.”

Henry pulls the toy out of my ass and slides his fingers in, moving them until the tension in my body eases. He grinds his cock into me and I moan quietly as he presses its tip against my ass. Henry’s slow, careful and completely focused, taking his time and noting every movement of every muscle. He’s rapt, watching as his cock slides further forward and I moan, caught by a stitch of pain.

“Gods, you’re perfect.”

He presses into me as his thumb pushes onto my clit, and the pleasure eases the pain. Henry pours more lube onto his cock as he eases forward, straining as he controls every move he makes.

I exhale and there’s a give as the tightness ebbs away and the fear of pain evaporates, leaving only a fullness behind. There’s a pull and a tension, something stretching and an unfamiliar weight. It’s comfortable. Pleasant. It’s surprising.

Henry smiles back at me and moves, gently. Like thefirst time he fucked me. This is a whole new first and he’s determined to make sure I enjoy it, playing with my clit and letting my pleasure build again.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Henry lets his pace quicken as I nod. “You should see yourself, Ivy. You’re exhausted and flushed and taking my cock in your ass. It’s fucking hot.”

I hum a response, unable to speak.

“We’re doing this more often.”

I nod as pleasure spreads through my pussy, sending a contraction through my pelvis. I reach for Henry, running my hand down his stomach as he moves, enjoying the touch of his muscles as he moves them for me. With me. His fingers lace between mine and I sigh, letting the pleasure build until I’m on the verge of another climax.

I teeter on the edge, afraid of the fall. Henry slams his wrist onto my clit and I collapse, shattering underneath him as I descend into oblivion. I’m broken and my body screams as it bears the brunt of another climax, flushing until I’m burning up and my breathing doesn’t cool me.

“Perfect.”

Henry stills and kisses the space between my breasts, gently pulling out. I pant, floating on the tides of my arousal as my consciousness comes and goes. Stars light my vision as Henry plants more soft kisses, telling me I’m more perfect than words can describe.

“You didn’t…”

“This was about you, Ivy.” He smiles as he lies down next to me. “Not everything is about me, and this was perfect.”

I laugh and his eyebrow arches. Even now, we’re still playing. Still testing and teasing each other. It’s a game I don’t want to end and Henry won’t let it. I won’t either, entirely devoted to the man I used to despise. We fought and lost,argued and healed, struggled and overcame together.

This isn’t what I wanted or what I’d imagined my life would be, but it’s impossible to believe it’s wrong. It’s irrevocably right. I’m damn sure, and even though Henry is harsh and cold and vicious, he’s the boundary I need. I rise because of him; I meet his challenge and he’s the fire that keeps me burning through the starkest winter’s night. He’s what I need and love, and there’s not a single thing I’d change about him.

I draw my fingers over Henry’s chest as I roll onto my side.

“Tell me something,” I whisper.

He smiles and it’s carefree. He’s content and at peace. My simple question is all he needs and he’s never been happier than in this moment. In all our moments.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know, lea.” Henry’s fingers play with my collar, tracing its rubies and diamonds, its curls and lines. “What do you want to know?”

“How old are you?”

“Old enough to know time can be a gift or a curse. I’ve lived more lifetimes than I can count, each missing the reason to keep existing. I didn’t know I was waiting for you, and I’m never letting you go, Ivy. You’re all my sunrises and my sunsets, the stars that light my heaven and the darkness that makes them dazzle. I’ll walk through your nights and brighten your days, as you’ll dance through my evenings and make my mornings rise. We were made for each other and I adore you. I worship you. I love you more than I thought was possible, and you have given me more than I’ve known in all the lifetimes I’ve lived without you.”

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