Page 74 of Love's Ace

So endless.

And I wondered if he saw a lilac sky kissing against the waves of that vastness when he looked back at me.

Fuck, I hoped so.

My hand on his hip tightened, and Theo thrust back against me hard enough that my tongue slid completely inside him, licking and working at his hole in a near fevered desperation.

Ineededto feel him clench around me.

Ineededto drown myself in the depths of his release.

I needed—

Theo came on a shout that was more beautiful than any sound I’d ever heard, hands slapping against the shower wall so I could feel the sting of it in my palms.

I came untouched, riding on the high of his pleasure and the waves of it as it crashed through my body. Theo’s ass clenched around my tongue, his cock pulsing in my hand, and I was lost.

Lost in the taste and feel of him. Lost in the way he completely leaned into me, body writhing and ass rocking against my face as he rode out his orgasm. My own stole my breath, made me dizzy. It made me moan against his skin, and the vibration made him writhe even more.

We fed off each other’s pleasure until Theo’s knees actually gave out, and he slid down the shower wall and collapsed back against me.

His head lolled onto my shoulder, and when he looked back at me, his eyes were a near solid black of blown pupils, but not because of the darkness inside him trying to claw its way out. He was drunk onme.

Drunk on pleasure.

Drunk on finally understanding that I wanted him so much I’d get on my knees and worship him like this every night if it made him realize there was nothing about him that could make me change my mind.

That could make me think for even a second that he was less than everything I’d been waiting for my whole life.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against the curve of my jawline, closing his eyes as he did so.

“Thank you.” I could barely hear the whispered words over the cooling shower water and the sound of my thundering heart.

“Always.” Maybe he couldn’t hear me either, but when I picked us both up and dragged us to the bed, Theo wrapped his body around mine without question, and laid his head on my chest so he could hear the promise over and over again with each beat of my heart.

It burned. I wasn’t sure whatitwas, but it ripped from somewhere in the middle of my chest with angry fingers that tried to tear me apart.

I wondered if this was the fire that Theo talked about—the burn so violent and vociferous it felt like it was going to completely take me over, leave me as ash to scatter to the winds.

If this was that fire, I had no idea how he’d survived it.

If this was that fire, I don’t know how he’d kept his eyes open long enough to see me to begin with.

And if this was that fire, I was ready to use it to burn the world down.

I didn’t want to leave Theo, but the longer I lay there beside him, the more I couldn’t breathe. I told myself I was just going out to get a bit of air—that I wouldn’t leave the doorway, that I wouldn’t leave his line of sight.

But once the door was open, I couldn’t stop myself. I took one step, then another. It was dangerous, being away from him… but I half thought it was more dangerous to be close to him when I felt this way. The heat jumping and burning beneath my skin was the very thing that threatened to drive him to complete darkness, that threatened to make the black eat away at his chest and take him away from me.

Take him away from me.

That thought made the fire burn brighter, because I knew it wasn’t the heat that had tried that first.

It wasn’t the burning, or the Enmity.

It was the man I’d seen on the street, running when he heard me coming.

The man who had looked at Theo like he was so much meat, like he was something he could break, something he could hurt.

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