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It’s all I need to explode, my body stilling, cock twitching inside of her hot cunt, seed spraying her walls. It’s enough to send her into another orgasm, her arms taut as she pulls on her restraints.

After a few minutes, both shaking but breathing again, I reluctantly pull from her heat, watching as cum slides from her. Without thinking about it, I bend down, swiping two fingers through the cum, and push it back inside of her.

She groans. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

I smile wickedly, standing up, and smear our mixed essence across her lips. She licks them clean before I’ve even fully removed my fingers, her eyes boring into mine.

“You are mine,” I growl, kissing her savagely once more, my cock twitching again. She smiles against my lips.

“And you are mine.”

FORTY-ONE

STETSON

June 8th, 2024

I roll over,hissing at the sheets clinging to my ravaged back, my arms aching and sore, my pussy raw and used. Smiling, I snuggle into the crook of the muscled arm sprawled across my pillow—I have never been more violently taken—and so deliciously satisfied. I can never go back to the girl I was yesterday, the one who cowered from a world where the monsters come out to play, dance, fuck, andlove. I giggle, folding even closer to Gus’s bronzed chest, still rising and falling slowly with sleep.

Love.Gus had said he loved me.

Which is actually fucking insane. But what’s even more insane is I know I feel the same way, even if I haven’t said as much yet. If I had to wait ten years to learn about his secret, he can wait a few more days. I’ve never known how to love, never known what it feels like to be loved, and I want to wrap my head around how all-consuming it is before I share it. It feels like my own precious discovery, my own hidden treasure, and I want to reveal this newfound part of my soul I did not even know existed.

I know it’s love because of the way he describes his feelings for me—suffocating, intoxicating, all-consuming,fire and flood—it’s everything I have never felt before. And as cliche as it sounds, when you know, you know.

And I fucking know.

Gus shifts, his lithe body rippling with the movement, and the sheets fall away from his leg, showcasing the miles of skin peppered in dark images and words. I sit up slightly, not ready to disturb him; I want to take in the artwork on his leg— “our love story”he called it—before he wakes up.Last night, I didn’t get the chance to look at all the designs, to admire his attention to detail and the milestones he marked as most important in our journey together.

It’s heart stopping—arresting my insecurities in a violent grip, strangling them in a way I have never felt before. Even if I wanted to push him away, even if I allowed the darkest of my fears to reach out and grab the reins of my life, I know I wouldn’t be able to give him up. Not anymore. Not knowing and seeing how passionately he loves me. I might be a coward, but I’m no fool, and allowing this man, who has done nothing but show up for me time and time again, to think he is anythingbutthe center of my dark universe, would be a mistake.

It would be a lie. And I’m so tired of living a shadow of a life.

I’m not perfect, and my demons are at the forefront of my every thought and feeling, but if Gus can love me, along with them, then I can love myself, too. I can accept myself, too.

Can’t I?

I roll back over, pressing a soft kiss to the bulge of his bicep, smiling when he shifts, his head tipping away from me.

He might be tired, worn out,satisfied.But I feel truly alive for the first time in my life and I’m ready to play. I bite down hard on the same place I just kissed, pulling and sucking at the flesh. Gus yanks at his arm with a hiss, his breathing raspy, as he tries to clear the fog from his brain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice is so deliciously husky, dark curls clinging to his forehead, and I moan, letting his arm go with a final lick. Before he can fully wake up, I scramble onto his body, straddling his naked frame. He might not be fully awake, but his cock is hard and already dripping precum. I want to make him come. I want to destroy him as thoroughly as he has destroyed me, devour his soul the way he has mine.

He begins to sit up, his hands biting on my hips to no doubt lift me and slam me on his cock, rough and violent just like he likes it—me, too, who am I kidding?But I want the control, just this once.

I grip his wrists, and pull his hands from my hips, stretching them above his body, and my own in the process. My breasts hang dangerously above his lips, and he doesn’t waste the opportunity to pull a sore nipple into his mouth.

Groaning, I lean into his touch, his tongue and teeth frantic now as I press my other nipple toward his hungry mouth with my free hand.

“Fuck, Stetson, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I smile, shaking the curtain of golden hair around our heads. When he moves to pull my other nipple into his mouth, I sit up and point toward his extended hands.

“Do not touch me. It’s my turn.”

He relaxes, shifting his hands behind his head, arms bulging in that mouth-watering way they do in romantic movies. A lopsided cocky grin tugs at his lips, and his dark eyes sparkle with heat and mischief. He’s unbelievably good-looking, and I am fighting a losing battle.

“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is full of hungry desire, and I know he’s fighting every need to take me how he wants.

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