Page 27 of Her Nightshade

Ana

My heart dropped when I woke up alone. I was so used to Charlie trailing kisses over my body, gently waking me up before sliding down to please me with his mouth. I had only been awake for one minute without him and I already missed him.

I was continually surprising myself with how I felt about him. In the light of the day, my confession from last night felt like a dream. All of the anger I felt about Charlie with another woman took me to another wavelength, another dimension, and now I was stuck in it. I was stuck in a world where I needed an English rockstar, twelve years my junior, who I was absolutely in love with. What scared me was that I was happy in this world, and I knew I never wanted to leave.

As I got up to grab a robe, the bedroom door gently opened, and there stood Charlie, shirtless, his pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips. My heart dropped at the sight of him, still notused to having such a gorgeous man in my bedroom. Jake had been attractive, but Charlie?Él era jodida perfección.

“Mi diosa,” Charlie murmured, his voice low and deep as he walked towards me, wrapping his arms snugly around my waist. “Breakfast is ready.”

I licked my lips before hungrily pressing my mouth to his and he didn’t hesitate to pull my body close. I felt a certain power whenever his cock instantly hardened for me, aching for my touch. I was starting to lose control with Charlie, both emotionally and sexually. I didn’t want to tease him, I didn’t want to wait for his cock to be inside me—I wanted him, and I needed it immediately.

I pulled down the waistband of his pants before breaking our kiss and sliding down to my knees, letting his cock spring free and into my grip. I parted my lips, staring up into Charlie’s green eyes—wide, wild, and filled with desire—waiting for me to please him. The look he gave me was one I’d never tire of, a look of complete awe and longing.

“I love you, Charlie,” I breathed, then let my lips slide around his cock, watching as his brows furrowed together.

It was the first time explicitly telling him I loved him, and his eyes blazed with pride and awe as he heard the words aloud.

“Fuck,mi diosa.I love you,” he moaned, gently taking my head in his hands and guiding me up and down his length, his eyes still locked on mine.

I exhaled a triumphant laugh before reaching down between my legs and rubbing my needy, wet clit.

“You need me, don’t you, Ana? You need me like the air we breathe?” he asked with uncertainty between hitched breaths, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

I pulled my mouth from his cock and brought my hands to his length, stroking quickly as I spoke the words. “Yes, baby. I need you. I’m desperate for you, Charlie.”

And I believed it. It was hard to admit, but I wasn’t holding back anymore.

After I said the words, Charlie groaned loudly, as if my declaration turned him on even more.

“I’m consumed by you,mi vida,”I continued, my strokes rapid and frantic. “I’m drowning in you and I never want to come up for air.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled. “I’m gonna come,mi diosa. Please, I need to fuck you,” he said with shaky breath.

I smiled, rising to my feet as I slowed my speed on his length.

“You’re so sweet, baby. Tell me how much you love me as you fuck me, and then come all over my body to claim me,” I whispered in his ear before letting him go, then dropped onto my back on the bed.

His eyes widened as he took his cock in his hand and knelt on the bed, parting my legs wide, his gaze falling between my thighs.

“Mi diosa,” he breathed, licking his lips as he hovered above me. “I would burn the fucking world for you. I would kill for you, I would die for you,” he murmured before thrusting himself deep inside of me.

His hips pounded against mine, his eyes locked on me, the fire between us growing with every second. His expression suddenly went from desperate to something darker.

“I love you so fucking much it physically hurts,mi diosa. If you asked me to, I’d bleed for you. I’d pour out every drop of my life just to show you how much I love you.”

My breathing quickened, fear tugging at my chest, but desire overshadowed it all as he reached down, thumbing my clit, his eyes searching my face with an intense focus. My vision blurred as my pussy began to seize, pleasure bubbling in my core, and a cry escaped my lips as tears spilled down the sides of my cheeks. Charlie’s low grunts echoed under mine as he pulled outand his warm cum shot out all over my body, claiming me as I commanded.

Even as the fear in my chest built, the power I felt surged through me like a wildfire. Our love was a dangerous thing, a beautiful chaos that would inevitably end in destruction. Someone was bound to get hurt—maybe both of us. The real question that haunted my mind was whether either of us would make it out alive.

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Charlie and I showered together, the silence between us thick as he washed me gently and carefully. I hadn’t meant for this to become so intense, but now that I was in it, I couldn’t trace where it all began. Our love kept spiraling, growing more consuming with every moment. How high would we climb before it inevitably crashed into dangerous territory?

With how strongly I felt, I was terrified to know what he was thinking. I couldn’t imagine the intensity of his mind.

We walked into the kitchen, his hand lingering at the small of my back as we stepped into the quiet room. The smell of eggs and toast filled the air, but something about the atmosphere felt…off. Sloane sat at the table, her eyes glued to her phone, and Callan stood by the counter as he glanced up at us from his phone.

I smiled, trying to brush off the strange energy that seemed to hit us the moment we walked in. “Morning,” I said lightly, glancing at Sloane and Callan, both of them unusually quiet.

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