Page 87 of Forever Midnight

“Do it,” I plead. “Devour me.”

“Oh, I will. Your body first, then your soul.”

A shiver ripples through me and my breath catches. “Yes.” I nod. “Please, Midnight. I’ve waited so long.”

He tilts his head. “Tru?”

I nod, but my head is hazy. My chest tightens and it only takes a second to realize what’s happening. “No,” I moan. “Go away.”

“Tru? Are you okay?”

Shaking my head, I rub my chest. “You had your chance,” I whisper. “It’s mine now.”

“No,” Midnight says. “This is not happening.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, aware of Benedict’s presence, but then something changes. He’s not taking over. He’s trying to tell me something.

“I’m listening,” I whisper, aware of Midnight’s panic as he holds me to his chest.

Words I can’t hear aloud wash over me and I see his face in my mind. He looks like me in some ways, with a head of curly hair more blond than mine and big blue eyes.

Thank you.

The words are clear, vibrating in my chest.

You saved him from the damage I caused. I won’t interfere anymore. I just had to make sure this happened. I had to make sure Leander would be taken care of.

Will I feel you anymore?

No. My purpose has been met. I was put here to guide you together. A part of me will always reside in you, but in the background, a piece of the whole.

I nod as a sense of relief washes over me.

Love him hard, Tru. Nurture his heart. He will worship and cherish you for the rest of time. Be the man I never could be.

Then he’s gone. I blink slowly, blowing out a breath. Midnight opens his mouth to speak, but I pull him down to me, attacking his mouth with renewed desire, my lashes damp with emotion.

Midnight is all mine now. I won’t share him with any ghosts of the past.

“I love you,” I whisper to him. “So much.”

“My darling,” Midnight says, gazing into my eyes. “You are my world.”

“I know.” I’m lightheaded and dazed, like the room around me is just a dream.

Midnight rubs against me before finding my hole and entering me, bottoming out in one thrust. It should hurt, but I think I’m too overstimulated to notice details.

“It’s me,” Midnight whispers. “I made it better for my own selfish needs to be inside of you now.”

“What?”

“Compulsion to relax your body. Forgive me.” His voice cracks as he moves inside me.

I open my mouth to speak, but my voice is stolen by the shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. Sex has never felt like this before. I’m sure of it. Not like two people becoming one.

Midnight buries his face in the crook of my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we move in sync, my cock rubbing against the hardness of his abs, pushing me fast to the brink of pleasure.

“Mid…” My voice breaks under the strain of overwhelming pleasure.

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