Page 163 of All Your Hate
All I can do is moan and rock my hips against Noah who starts to take me faster. My body tightens up around him. More tears gather in my eyes and I let them fall knowing that I’m so full, so satisfied, so perfectly his.
"I'm not sure what's tighter, the chokehold your ass has on my cock or the one your soul has on my heart."
I come hard, pain blossoming throughout my body. In my ass, pussy, mouth, and throat. There’s even a phantom pain inmy back where the tracker’s nestled and on my thigh where his name has permanently healed onto me.
I garble words around his fingers and he pulls them free. Letting out a sob I cry, “I love you, Noah.” He goes completely still. Then with a guttural groan, he empties himself into me. The hot release makes me cry out as it stings a little.
His fingers slip out of me, but his cock remains as he collapses, pushing me down onto the bed beneath him.
“I’m going to need you to say that again,” Noah breathes against my ear.
“Get your cock out of my ass and maybe I will.”
I wince as he slips out and come drips down my thighs.
Picking me up, he sits on the bed with me draped over his lap. My ass rests between his legs so there’s no pressure on it.
I lean my head against his shoulder and look up at him.
There’s a soft expression on his face as he waits for me to say the words again. I could drag this out, make him squirm some more as punishment for what he did. But I understand him now.
Everything he did came from a good place. In his own selfish way, he thought he was doing the right thing for me.
“I love you, baby,” I say softly. Smiling back at me, he brushes some tears from my cheeks that I didn’t know were there.
“I’m so fucking lucky. I don’t deserve you.”
Running the pad of my finger down the scar on his face I say, “I think we’ve both proven we deserve each other.” I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. It simply is.
We bring out the best and the worst in each other and we’re both learning to accept all of it without question. My time away from him led me to realize how much I need him and his darkness. I've been denying my own true self and I've come to terms with the dark parts of me.
“I’ll always be yours,” I look down at his name on my thigh. He places his hand over the scar and squeezes gently before tilting my chin up.
His lips brush against mine as he says, “You’ve had all of me from the start, Wynter, and that will never change. I love you, my little wife.”
I blush as I remember the cemetery. “You have to actually marry me first before you can call me that.”
“Tomorrow. I can get it all arranged and—”
I press my fingers to his lips. “Slow down.”
Our entire relationship has been a whirlwind. Fast and chaotic. For once, I want to take things slow with him. Do everything right. “How about Summer and I move in here first and then we can think about wedding arrangements?”
He grins. “Anything for you, my love. If you ask me to wait an eternity to marry you I will. I’ll crawl at your feet until you’re ready to say I do.”
I now know that he’s not just telling me what I want to hear. This man would die by my hand if that’s what I wanted.
He’s the dark part of me that’s lingered below the surface waiting to be unleashed. He’s my devil. My nightmare. The one that keeps me safe while bringing every one of my dark desires to life.
“I know you will, my beautiful monster.”
EPILOGUE
BONES
One Year Later
“Are you double sure you’ve not left anything behind?” Wynter asks Summer as the last few boxes are loaded onto the moving truck.