Page 85 of Consume Me

“I warned you, Mia. Yet, you pushed and pushed.”

“With pleasure.”

“Such a smart mouth.”

He drives into me with such force that I suck in a breath. “I’m loving it.”

“I guess you do because you’re my custom-made drug. And I am too weak to resist it. I’d never curb the habit anyway, so you’re fucked, Silver. Truly fucked in more ways than one.”

His stamina is like a gladiator’s before a big arena fight, indulging in one last carnal pleasure as he keeps up a savage rhythm. Can you die from so much ecstasy? I think you can.

His mouth comes down on mine, feeding me his groans as he fucks me into oblivion. My body is on fire—I could heat up Antarctica. Even with his hard fucking, I feel cherished, protected––his.

I don’t know how it’s even possible, but he gets bigger, and I am already brimming with him, stretched beyond my limits. That triggers another orgasm, and then we come at the same time, breathing heavily.

He stays inside of me until he softens, his head buried in my neck while I stroke his back. Every passing second is suffused with a combination of contentment and intimacy, making me wish I could hold on to him forever.

He places me down on the ground with utter gentleness, and if he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve collapsed.

I don’t dare ask him, “What now?” Everything between us feels too fragile at this moment.

He gathers me in his arms and carries me toward the house. Snowflakes dance around us, parting as he moves––my winter prince, who burns hotter than any sun.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask.

“So what? Let them fucking see.”

Once we reach my bathroom, he places me down and runs a bath. Rummaging through the drawer, he squirts bath gel into the tub.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I fucked you. I am the one to tend to you afterward. My only regret is I didn’t draw you a bath after the first time, but I’ll be damned if that happens again.”

My heart crawls out of my chest and snuggles into his palm. That’s the issue he doesn’t want to acknowledge. He carries darkness—I know it—but he’s so damn good, caring, and self-sacrificing.

He undresses me, watching me so intently I can barely stand still. My fingernails and knees are caked with dirt, and my knees are tender from the ground. I don’t regret a thing, yet he doesn’t seem pleased with what he sees.

I caress his cheek. “I thought you’d be calmer.”

“In your presence, when I am burning all the fucking time, it would be impossible.”

Every step toward the tub reminds me he was inside of me. Getting in, I lean back, the bubbles dancing along my body. Only my nipples peek out through the foam.

I watch him watching me with bated breath, expecting him to leave. But to my surprise, he undresses and climbs into the tub across from me.

He grips my ankle, massaging down my calf. It feels so good that a moan escapes me. His dick hardens, all thick and long.

A giggle bursts out of me, and he says, “Ignore it.”

I can’t because I am aching for him. Even if it hurts, feeling him inside of me is worth it, so I slide onto his lap. “Take me.”

“Stop being so damn tempting. I know you’re sore.”

Fine, then I am taking what I want. I grip his length and lower myself down on him. He groans at the contact while my eyes roll back into their sockets. Every exquisite ridge and thick inch massages my walls into sweet oblivion.

“Is this normal?”

“That question is irrelevant, Silver.”

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