Page 112 of Consume Me

But we need some levity. I think I am still in shock. It feels like a part of me is still there at the building, crumbling and crashing, pulling us to our deaths.

Blake tugs me to his side, and we go upstairs. When he closes the door to my room behind us, I claw at my clothes, wanting to escape the scent of crushed cement, spilled blood, and the haunting images of rubble and despair. I want to forget that eerie silence that followed right after the explosion.

He wraps me in his strong arms. “I can take any-fucking-thing, but seeing you hurt.”

My body convulses. The only thing keeping me sane is knowing he’s here with me.

“Talk to me.”

“I…” I close and open my eyes. “I could have lost you. We could have all died.”

He puts his index and middle fingers under my chin and lifts my face to look at him.

“But we didn’t. Focus on that.” He places my hand on his chest, his heart beating strongly and regularly under my palm.

When I calm down, we undress and hop in the shower. The water slides down on our bodies, and we wash each other fora long time, as if we need to keep touching each other to be sure we’re both here.

“I need to feel you,” he says, lifting me up by my waist and propping my back against the shower wall.

Our mouths crash together in a passionate kiss. I dig my fingers into his shoulders to leave my mark on his body and confirm that he’s alive and here with me. Desperation drives him, so he’s not gentle, but I don’t mind. He sucks my nipple, dragging the pointed nub through his teeth, then moves to the other. I am so wet and ready, but he bites into my breast, leaving marks.

I grip his hard dick, led by sheer urgency to connect with him physically, and guide him to my pussy with trembling hands.

“I should prepare you better.”

“I need it.” Raw. Hard. Fast. I need that stretch, the sting of pain, and the burst of pleasure––that addictive combination that makes me high.

He thrusts inside of me, and euphoria lights me up. I bite into the place where his shoulder meets his neck to contain my pleasure. He’s so big, my eyes water, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I suck on his neck and feel his blood coursing right under my lips. This potent need to connect is more than carnal; it’s all-encompassing and cellular deep.

“I need to fuck you, baby.”

“Fuck me. Don’t take it easy on me.”

He doesn’t, and I don’t want him to. I want him unleashed for me like I am him.

The shower muffles my moans as my head falls back, plunging into the throes of delight.

“Look at my cock. Tell me where it is?”

“In my pussy.” It’s such an erotic view, his thick cock trying to cram inside of me. He pulls out completely and slaps it against my pussy, only to push back in, inch by delicious inch, making me delirious.

“And what is it doing to your tight little cunt?”

“Stretching it, pounding it, owning it.”

“Yes, because it’s mine to do whatever I fucking want to it. I would kill whoever even dreams of coming near it. Do you know what you did when you chose me? You agreed to be mine. Mine alone. Forever. And I am a madman who would do the unthinkable just to keep what’s mine.”

I shake violently, feeling the orgasm ripping through me.

“You’re mine, too, Blake. You think you’re a madman? I would do even worse.”

Then he pushes into me, filling me completely. I come so hard and long that a stream of moans escapes my mouth.

He explodes inside of me, giving me his cum and his sounds of pleasure before he takes my mouth in a sensual kiss––nibbling, tasting, and licking my lips on repeat, making my toes curl.

He’s always so sweet and tender after he fucks me raw, as if making sure not only my bodily needs are satisfied but my emotional ones, too.

Peppering kisses all over my face, he places his forehead on mine. “I don’t see a purposeto my life without you in it.”

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