Page 106 of Zero Happily Ever Afters

Milo’s eyes watered a bit. “It’s just the future is always shifting, and you’re making new decisions and this coven, this horrible coven… I don’t know if I have all the answers anymore.”

“Whatever future lies ahead, I want you in it.”

Milo rolled his eyes up, doing his best to fight back tears because he felt splotchy and not sexy, then closed them tightly,unable to look at me. “I’m sorry I’m so damn dramatic sometimes.”

“You’re never dramatic.” I kissed his eyelids. “And you’re always sexy.”

“Dorian,” he whispered, unsure what to say next but wishing to say so much more.

So I spoke, I filled the silence, I quelled his worries, or I hoped I had.

“I’m sorry I ever gave you those doubts.” I kissed him. “I’m sorry I spent so many years lost on myself.” I kissed him again. “I’m sorry you ever have to worry that I’m not in this.” I kissed him again. “I am. I am yours for as long as you’ll have me. I belong to you. I will never leave you. I will never stop trying to make you happy. I will always serve at your altar because you’re my everything.”

Milo kissed me until we couldn’t breathe, until everything except our lips had vanished. We parted and panted, and then he leaned in and whispered, “Fuck me.”

I’d give him my everything. I moved closer, pressing my chest against Milo’s, kissing him, hugging him tightly as I pumped into him faster.

I pounded him, eliciting moans.

“You can do better than that,” I growled, demanding the sweet sound of his surrender. “This is what you wanted, right?”

He whimpered, gritting his teeth, and taking sharp, quick breaths.

“Take all of me.” I railed him. “Fucking take all of me.”

I fucked faster and harder until his gasps turned into shouts, aloud and internally, his every thought lost on the slap of our skin and the feel of my cock. Milo’s eyes got glossy, lost in the swift thrusts I took. His breathing hitched, and I wanted more. I wanted everything. Delving deep into Milo’s mind, I steppedcompletely inside him, embracing the warmth of his body and the bliss of his memories.

Every pinky touch, every hug, every kiss, every quickie, every romantic evening, every rough fuck, everything intimate between us floated here in Milo’s inner core. The ones between him and me, the ones between Finn and him, the ones he’d watched between Finn and me, and of course, every experience the three of us shared together.

Fuck. I took a sharp breath, entranced by the sweeping memories and pounded harder into Milo. Each thrust made him grunt, and I kept going until he screamed.

Craning my neck, I listened outside his mind until he shouted, and then I slapped my hand over his mouth, muffling his voice and giving him the rough fuck he sought.

“Look at me.” I panted heavily against my knuckles, my lips pressed to the back of my hand and craving the taste of Milo’s lovely lips. Another part of me surged with ecstasy every time he whimpered into my palm, begging for more.

I kept my eyes locked on him, showing my attentiveness, but I fixated more on the inner core he continued working at repairing.

Most of his memories were intact and organized exactly as they should be, but the visions continued bouncing around. So many had been sorted and fixed in the three layers of his inner core. I wanted all of it restored, so I waved my hands and guided those straggler visions. Thousands, tens of thousands, fought against me, enjoying their adventures throughout Milo’s head.

I snorted, fighting to keep from laughing aloud and alerting Milo to my actions. But the way some visions scampered away, hiding in the shadows of Milo’s mind. It reminded me of when Charlie got outside and went on an adventure. He even wriggled free of my telekinesis—mostly when he cried, pretending the grip hurt him.

One by one, I captured the visions and moved them to where they belonged. I couldn’t see them clearly, the images they presented, but with my mind synced so precisely with Milo’s, I instinctively knew where to place them.

After I’d tucked away the final vision in a filing cabinet, I stepped out of his inner core and rejoined him fully. I released my hug, holding my arms on the sides of Milo’s head and watching his face jerk as his glossy eyes fought not to roll back.

“How’d you…how’d you do that?”

“The visions?” I licked his neck, continuing to pound him. “I listened to you, to your needs, to your guidance.”

“So, you just psychically connected on such a level you managed to put all my visions where they belonged?” Milo blinked a few times, playfully, but also holding back the groans my strokes caused. “Even though you…even though…you can’t see them? Can’t see my…my…my full system?”

“You’ve got an easy system to follow. I mean, the Fateful Viewing of Infinite Possibilities and the Dispatch Board of Destiny? They’re brilliant. Plus, the…” I quirked a brow. “Do you have a name for the office area?”

“It’s just The Office,” Milo gasped. “It’s iconic.”

“Well, it’s all practically labeled, so thank you for helping me help you.”

“I can’t believe you did this for me.” Milo had his weepy gush face.

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