Page 8 of Devour the Dark

Every part.

Heart and soul and every dark urge.

I am hers.

And she is fuckingmine.

I drive into her, making her take every fucking inch of me just like she asked.

And then I’m spilling inside of her, filling her up, all of the pressure rushing out of me.

She watches me beneath long lashes and heavy eyes.

She smiles when a tremor runs through me.

“I love watching you come,” she tells me.

“You are a glutton.”

“For Lost Boy cum,” she adds.

I laugh, lean into her, and kiss her. The kiss is not the same tenor of the fucking. The kiss is desperation. A religious rite. The kiss says,I worship you, Winnie Darling.

“I love you,” she says when I pull away. “Every day, I love you more than the day before.”

“You know it terrifies me when you say that.” I roll over onto the bed beside her.

“Yes. But you never tell me why.”

I am not human, and with the shadow, neither is Win anymore, but I’ve experienced heartbreak, loss…

It’s the closest I’ve felt to being mortal.

I’m terrified of losing her. I’m terrified of never measuring up. Terrified of my past repeating.

Win slides over, resting her head against my damp chest and I wrap my arm around her, tucking her in.

I don’t have to explain any of this to her. I know she knows it.

The shadow makes hiding things from each other annoyingly difficult.

“I love you too,” I whisper into her hair and close my eyes and drink in the scent of her.

This moment is mine, but it won’t be for much longer.

The sun is setting, which means Pan will be up, and I can hear the twins in the kitchen preparing Win a meal.

But I’ll take whatever few minutes I can get.

“What should we do today?” she asks me.

I play with the ends of her hair. “Pan wants to check on the land.”

Now that the fae and the Lost Boys are united, we’ve decided to build a new castle for all. The land is being prepared with construction beginning soon.

Win groans against me. “I want to have a bonfire and a party.”

“Pan will tell you no.”

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