Page 100 of Consume Me

“Please don’t let me wake up.”

She watches me in the window, her captivating silver eyes flicker with sadness. It fucking pains me I can’t promise her this isn’t just a dream we’ll wake up from. Even though I ache to give her everything she desires, the fact is, I am too damn screwed up for that. All that is left for me to do is give myself to her until she’s done with me. The truth will come out, eventually.

We move to the tub, and she leans her back against my chest, fitting perfectly in the cocoon of my arms like I was made to hold her.

“If I had known I’d meet you, I would have saved all my firsts for you,” I confess, dropping a kiss on her temple.

She tips her head up, a radiant smile curving up her lips. “I would be happy if you’d give me all your lasts.”

“I promise. You’re going to get them.” There won’t be anyone else after her.

She turns in my arms, placing her hands on my chest andresting her chin on her hands.

“Why the change of heart?”

“Because it’s you, and I can’t fight this pull anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not, little bulldozer.”

“True,” she grins, and I always want to keep her like that: safe, serene, happy.

We remain in the tub until our skin prunes, washing each other leisurely. Inside these walls, there’s no time, no pressure, no outside world. Just us in this bubble made of dreams I never thought I’d experience.

“Tell me something. I don’t care what it is. I just want to hear your voice, Silver.”

“I always felt out of place. Like I had no home…”

I can relate. My childhood house never felt like a home either, even though it should have been where I felt safe and loved. Instead, I tiptoed around, always trying to gauge my father’s mood, hoping that one day I’d get a smidgen of attention and care.

“No roots, either. Since I was little, I knew we had to lay low and not draw unwanted attention, but we had each other. My mom would read to us every night. I miss her so much. Seeing my parents in love—maybe that’s where my romantic heart comes from. What about you?”

“I don’t remember my mother, and my father wanted me to become someone I didn’t want to be—but he succeeded.”

I kiss her, cutting off the conversation that’s dampening my mood, and allow myself to be swept up in this moment—a moment where the demons have no access.

I stand up, and she giggles at my hard dick jutting out. I am about to get out of the tub to grab some towels when she grips my base, eyeing me with sheer lust.

“Do you want to suck my cock, baby?”

She nods, lapping at my crown, and I forget everything else.

“Then let me see you choke on it.”

She can’t fit all of me in her mouth, but I am the asshole who gets off on her struggle to take me.

“We have to stretch that perfect mouth of yours, just as we do with your tight cunt. Open your mouth wider and take every fucking inch.”

The moment my dick reaches her throat, her eyes water, and spit gathers at the corners of her mouth. Seeing her on her knees for me, combined with the spectacular feeling of her sucking me off, decimates my control.

I cup her cheeks. “Breathe through your nose. I’m going deep into that pretty throat now.”

As if it’s not enough that I’m down her throat, I need her eyes on me while I do it. “Look at me.”

Fuck, when she obeys, it does things to me that turn me into a damn animal. I see her urge to breathe, yet she doesn’t retreat, even though I keep a loose hold on her.

This woman of mine—she’s so damn perfect.

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