Page 36 of Ink Deep Devotion

I shake my head.

His hips pin me to the edge of the mattress.“Lay down.”He roughly orders. I do; I know the only way Dash opens up is if you show him trust first.

My heart hammers as I lay back on my bed, my own mattress feels foreign. I tip my head up, hoping I can see him, but my eyes are still blinded by that stupid flashlight.

“This,” He speaks in a deep and raspy tone. I gasp when he pushes a finger inside of me, twisting it, causing the sound of my body to play a wet melody for him.“Haunted me.”

His thumb presses against my clit, causing my lower body to tense, ready for whatever he’ll give me.“The feel of your wet, hot pussy lingered in my thoughts like an apparition trying to seduce me. A sin,” He whispers with a wicked tone.“You were a goddamn sin. Oh, how I suffered for tasting you, little fox. You have no idea.”

My back arches, slipping down my sheets to bring my lower half closer to him, forcing his fingers to sink into my body deeper.“Don’t stop,” I beg him.

This is wrong.

We should be talking.

We both burned each other so vastly we’re just scattering more ashes around, trying to form something. The problem with dust is that it’s easily broken down. Just a few tears will dismantle everything you built.

But I haven’t felt this paramount level of pleasure since he left, so I allow it. Welcome the depravity of it.

“I thought of you every single minute.” Another finger enters me in a hungry anger. He begins to pump his hand in and out.Oh god!With each thrust in, he curls his fingers up, hitting me deep.

“Show me,” I whisper through erratic breaths.

The control he has snaps.“Close your eyes.”

I do, and the flashlight goes off.

“Open them, and I’ll leave you like this. Panting and begging like a fox trapped in my snare.” He slips his hand out and flicksmy throbbing clit. A delicious sensation roars and then ripples through my body like a tidal wave.

“Don’t leave.” I grip my sheets.“Don’t leave me again!”

A sinister chuckle hits my ears.“Is that not what you wanted? I remember you saying a hunter could catch and release you. They didn’t have to kill you.”No! Don’t play my words against me.

“You said that would be a cruelty.”You’d never free me.

His hand grabs my silk shorts. Rip! Cold air touches my skin where my pants used to be. His exhale invades my inner thighs, bouncing off my wetness and generating a deep chill to ripple over my skin. My head tilts to the side.

Is this a dream or a nightmare?

“I imagined your taste.” He swipes his tongue along my sex. I inhale so sharply that I feel like I tore something inside of me, allowing him to sink further into my soul. My thighs close around his head as my hands search for him.

He slaps my hands away.“Put them above your head and don’t move. I don’t want your touch.” His icy reply reveals his deep grief.

Slowly, so slowly it hurts, so, so bad, he licks me, twirling his tongue around my swollen clit. Twirl, flick, lick; my heart is going to explode. A second before I’m about to come, he moves away. The wanting need I have for him grows tenfold.

“I dreamed about sinking,” He pushes three fingers into me, pumping them in and out, stretching me as he scissors his fingers to prepare my body for him,“into you so deep that we’d never be parted again. I was going to mark every single fucking inch of this skin, inside and out. You were mine! Every inch of you I craved, I desired. It’s true, little fox, you tricked me. Youmade me desire things that were wicked and cruel. You made me think I could enjoy my future. I vowed never to love again, but you made me think you did love me.”

“I do.” I pant on the edge again. My eyes snap open, and I catch a glare full of pain, fury, and wrath unlike any I have felt.It’s all wrapped in the shadows of the night, trapped under a mask on his beautiful face.

I want to tear it off, pry his mouth open so he can vent it all right here, right now, and then we can be done with it—bury the past.

“I don’t like your version of love, little fox.” He scolds me.“Loyalty means everything to me. It’s in your nature to keep running and changing sides.” He pulls his hands from me, wiping his fingers on my thighs as if I were a canvas he tried to paint but would rather step away from.

“I don’t like your definition either.” This was just another game.

“It seems we’re at a standstill. Neither of us can stand each other.” He grabs the flashlight again. His defenses are back in place, and all his weapons are aimed at me.

“Yet we’re facing each other.” I challenge him. Why do I only feel empowered to speak out when he’s around?“Tell me how we fix this.” I sit up and grab his hand. His eyes follow it and ponder.

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