Page 191 of Ink Deep Devotion

The force of his thrust knocks me back into the mattress. He lowers, trapping me. I wrap my arms around him.“I can take it.” I pant,“Give me everything, husband. Give me your fear, anger, joy, and desire. Give it all to me.” I stretch my leg higher, doing a split and allowing him to sink even deeper inside of me,

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” I reply,“Don’t come yet. I need more of you.” I press the tips of my fingers into his hips as I guide him into me again.

“I don’t know if I can wait.” His cheeks flush from his exertion.

“You will. You’ll wait for me.”

A spark glimmers over his skin at my controlling words. He pulls out of me, his strong, hot hands pressing against my innerthighs as he spreads them wide. The cold air tickles all my wetness, making me squirm. Then he lowers his mouth to my sex; his hot breath chases away my chills before he licks me. My legs try to close on reflex, but he keeps them open, like a monster that just sank his claws into its prey. His tongue slides in and out before it circles my clit, sucking it deep.

“You taste like all of my dreams and nightmares. You haunt me. You give me hope.” He glances up at me, his mouth slick with my wetness. Then he bends down and kisses my stomach.“I want this body to give me more. I want my child here,” he kisses my stomach again.“I want everything, Mila. I’m selfish, and I won’t stop.”

His child.

He wants a future that will erase our past.

“I want that too.”

His smile spreads easily, like a ray of light breaking through clouds, forcing the rain to evaporate.

“You’re going to come on my tongue, then my fingers, then my cock. Understand?”

I nod.

He pushes my legs wider, inhaling me before he kisses me again. I bury my hands in his hair, forcing his mouth deeper without any embarrassment or shame. All I can do is whimper as I begin to climax; he’s stolen my words and taken them to be redefined. I come on his tongue, but I get no reprieve.

“That’s it, little fox,” He swirls his fingers inside of me, coaxing out more.

I need more! I begin to meet his movements with my hips.“Greedy, little fox. You take it this time. Fuck my fingers.” He stops moving his hand but keeps his fingers buried inside of me.I do as he says, and I begin to stir, pumping my hips; I grab his wrist, holding his hand where I need it.

“Fuck!” Dash moans as his eyes watch me take exactly what he dared me to. He’s about to move, too tempted not to contribute.

“No!” I tell him. I grab his cock with my other hand, and I stroke him and myself in sync.

“I’m coming,” He warns me.

I shake my head,“No. Not yet. You’ll come inside of me. Oh, Dash, Yes, that’s it!” I grab his wrist so tight I fear I might break his bone, my body spasms as I come on his fingers.

“My little devil.” Dash groans. This time, he flips me, pulling my ass into the air. I’m so weak from the ecstasy that I’m more rag doll than human. Then he shoves himself inside of my swollen walls.

“Oh…”Why the fuck did I run?

Because it got you this. All of him, not just his fear.

He reaches around my body, his hand finding my clit as he pumps in and out of me.“Mila,” he purrs, then sinks his teeth into my shoulder and moans. It’s like a match to an oil spill. I erupt. Explode. I’m forced to be reborn as I feel every spasm.

Dash and I are not perfect, and sex can’t fix our past. We have a lot of problems we need to work out. Some days we will fuck like animals, and others fight like them. The difference is we’re fighting on the same side now.

I always knew my love was not conventional. Simple, happy endings never attracted me. I needed more, a love story that shocked the masses. I needed all hope to be lost. This way, the love that survived could endure anything that dared to challenge it.

There was a darkness I called tragic that dwelled within my heart. I thought tragic love had to be short-lived, but tragedy can mean something else. It can mean Dash and I’s love for each other is so fierce that no one else could even dare to imagine what it feels like.

That’s tragic…for them.

They will never know what loving someone so deeply feels like. Our love is so intense that each breath is baited, a pendulum swaying. We don’t know when our time will be up, so we live in the moment.

I choose to love Dash more than I hate him. I’m strong enough to do that and survive. I found my backbone, my voice. I made the devil listen.

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