Page 133 of Consume Me

Coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her pumps me up. In and out, I switch from rocking gently to thrusting hard enough that the bedframe thuds against the wall.

Not coming too fast is always a damn struggle. Wrapping my fingers around her neck, I apply a bit of pressure.

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you. Completely.”

Powerful emotions almost knock me out. I swear to all that’s holy in my life and that is our connection, that I will never break her trust.Then tell her what you did.I shove that thought into the furthest corner of my mind, where my demons wait in line to sucker punch me. I will tell her, but nothing will be the same afterward. Like a person starved for happiness, I give in to my selfishness.

Cutting her air supply, her eyes widen but not with fear. No, she looks at me as if I am the most fascinating person alive.But I got an insight into her fantasies, having read the type of kinks she would like to explore. I am determined to keep her, and I will be the only man she’ll ever know, so I will give her fucking everything.

Her mouth parts to gasp for air while her walls constrict around me. She’s almost there. When I thrust inside of her one more time, I apply even more pressure, and she comes apart. With her life in my hands where she’s safe, the image is so potent I come, erupting in her on a long stream, groaning in utter delight.

I pull my hand away, and her chest heaves as she sucks in lungfuls of air.

“Oh, my freaking gosh… what was that?” she asks, dazed and lying there spent.

I fall next to her, and she rolls to my side. Draping her arm over my chest, she rests her face on her palm.

“I’m competing against those fuckers you read about,” I growl.

She bursts into peals of laughter. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re jealous?”

“The only person you’re allowed to fantasize about is me.”

“You’re making it impossible not to. And you’re acing the sex department.”

Oh, I am going to ace the dating department as well.

Her sincerity and honesty are inspiring. I am in awe of this incredible woman of mine.

Kissing the top of her head, she cuddles into me.

“How was the meeting?”

“We got what we wanted.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“It doesn’t truly matter. It’s about survival, and the connection with the Syndicate is advantageous. Felix and Caleb opened the door for others to think they can take what’s ours.”

She gives me a serious look. “There’s more…”

Brushing my fingers along her spine, I say, “I’m afraid of losing myself in that world. It’s appealing to me.”

“You could never lose yourself. I’d never allow that, do you hear me? You’re too strong and have a moral compass that will guide you. This family means everything to you, and you’ll do whatever it takes to keep us safe. But yes, you have that side in you.”

“Aren’t you afraid of my darkness?”

“No, it’s part of you, and while I am a pacifist, a war has to be fought and won. That’s not pretty, but it is what it is. We’re defending ourselves.”

“I’d cross every boundary. I’d slaughter anyone who even dares come after you.”

“I know, and I am feeling blessed to have you.”

Her words are like a healing balm, soothing every broken piece in me. Her accepting that part of me lightens that tone-like weight.

“What are they like?”

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