Page 96 of Ink Deep Devotion

“Is this what you want?” His voice has a shadow of weakness. He wants me to tell him to stop. To mean it. He wants me to deny him, allowing him to become the monster they have constantly tried to force him to be.

“No,” I swallow as I shift my hips up, pressing my center against his hardness.“I want all of you.”

“You can’t collect all my broken pieces.”

“I can try. And those I don’t find I’ll just make a new.”

“You can’t sculpt from ashes, Mila. It’s already been burned down—unstable and unable to hold its shape again. All you will do is create a mess.”

“My life is a mess so you will fit in perfectly.”

“You’re destined to fail.”

“Not all failures are losses.”

A sharp intake of air sends a ripple up my spine. His hands press against my thighs as he spreads me open for him. A blush burns my face when the cold chill in the room presses against my wet core.“Will you take it or leave it, Mila? This is all I can give you. Blind pleasure hidden from the world. That’s all I’ll risk to stop this insanity. Nothing more.”

“I’m not giving up on us, Dash. You’ll say you love me one day.”

“I guarantee if that day happens, it still won’t be enough, little fox.” He moves, lining up his thickness to my core, and then he thrusts deep inside of me, sliding in with a slight ease because of how wet I am. I grasp the ropes as he holds himself still, allowing my body to stretch around him, letting the shocking pain of him inside me settle into an addiction.

He nuzzles my neck.“You’re the monster.” He whispers as he pulls out.“Fuck, this body! It’s all I think about. Sinking so deep into you so that you break.”

I match his movements, clenching my muscles as tight as I can around him. I need this: his passion, the madness, the loss of control.

I have to take everything because that’s who Dash is. He’s not good or evil; he’s lost, and the only way he can be found is to collect every aspect of him. Every dirty deed and heroic gesture.

Everything.

“This body is yours if you’d take it, Dash,” I confess as my breath catches in my throat.

“I have taken it! You’re mine!” He jerks my hips higher, hitting me deeper now. Then he adds his hand to my sex, circling his fingers around my swollen center.

I want to scream and shout, beg him like I’m pleading to a god on my knees at an altar to save my soul.

It’s too much, but never enough!

“Not in every way. Love me, and then you’ll have all of me.” I pant as my orgasm starts to ravage me.

“I,” Thrust.“Hate,”oh god! I’m going to come!“You!” He shouts, tearing open his heart, so it bleeds for me. At the same time, he grows thicker before he spills inside of me.

I know what you want to say, baby. You want to tell me you love me so badly that it paralyzes you, and you don’t know how to admit you’re terrified, so you’re going to push me far away so I can’t watch you stumble through life without me.

I see fire, stars burning so brightly they blind me, forever altering my vision. Then his weight presses against me, his forehead rests between my breasts, and what feels like a few tears touch my hot skin as they fall down my side.

“Dash, untie me,” I murmur tenderly, needing to catch his tears.

“Shhh,” he growls.

He’s crying , I know it. I want to hold him so badly, to lick those tears and replace them with my love.

He moves, and then the ropes slip free. I sit up and pull off the tie to see him perched on the side of the bed, leaning forward with his head in his hands.

I inch forward and touch his back.“Dash,” He flinches like my voice is a flame that touches his skin.

“Come to bed with me.”

“Why can’t you just hate me?” His honesty feels like a gift, but one you know is broken before you rip it open, so you hold onto it for one second before you are brave enough to open it and see all the shattered pieces inside.

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