Page 119 of My Dark Divine
I thought he would step over the fragments of my jagged soul, but instead, he knelt, picked them up, and fused them with his own. No documents, vows, or pictures could ever capture what has transpired between us. What began as a reluctant, strained connection has transformed into a maddening, sick obsession. He sees me completely and is willing to burn the world down for me—just as I’ve always dreamed.
After checking each of them, I grab the boxes and set them down on the floor before tucking them under the bed, allowing the sheet to conceal them. I can sense his eyes on me from the corner of my vision as I switch off the light and straighten my back, my gaze locked on the wall in front of us.
Words fail me, unable to capture the emotions flooding through. A scream threatens to escape from the overwhelming sensations building inside, yet I also want to hold them in, letting them intensify further.
God, I’ve never felt so fucking good. So free, so seen, so accepted, soobsessed. I am completely consumed by him and everything he’s done for me.
Shifting my position, I drape my leg over him and settle into his lap. His hands instinctively find my waist, and I gasp at the warmth of his touch. It seeps through the thin fabric of my nightdress, enveloping me in the comfort I’ve lacked for so long. His grip tightens, and I sink into him, allowing the pleasure to consume me completely.
There’s nothing in this world that compares to his touch. It’s always possessive and a little rough, yet so soft and magically comforting.
It belongs to me.
The time we’ve spent together has revealed a side of him I never knew existed. Beneath the tough façade and constant anger lies a broken man who gives selflessly, without expecting anything in return. He does it effortlessly.
I wanted to hurt him so many times, and I did, unapologetically saying and doing things to tear him down even more. Yet, despite it all, he still carries that spark that shines for me.
And me alone.
I graze the edge of his lips with a feather-light kiss before claiming his mouth in a slow, deliberate embrace. He shivers as I press closer, his warmth seeping into me.
I want to lose myself in him, to become one.
The kiss ignites a supernova, a million burning stars exploding behind my closed eyes. We drown in its intensity, time suspended, the world dissolving into a blur of sensation. I feel his pleasure—a sweet symphony against my lips—and pull him closer, our bodies melding into one in the heat of the moment.
His breathing quickens, but he matches my measured pace. His hands roam up and down my body, exploring, touching, asserting control. The slight power I held a moment ago fades away as he brushes his hands across me, tugging at the delicate fabric of my dress.
I can feel myself growing wetter, needier for him, but I don’t want this to follow the usual route. I want to be intoxicated by his lips, drunk by the kisses he gives me. I crave everything and nothing all at once, and I sense he feels the same way. If he wanted just one thing, he would have torn this dress off me a long time ago.
I pull back to catch my breath as he gently tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Our eyes lock, filled with the raw hunger that binds us together.
I cup the side of his face, my thumb brushing across his cheek as my gaze sweeps over his perfect features. I see him every day, but those moments when I can truly appreciate him are few and far between. The dusty freckles scattered across his skin, the barely noticeable blush that appears when he’s aroused, and those perfect lips that give kisses I wish I could imprint on my mouth—everything about him takes my breath away.
For a moment, I simply observe him, letting my fingers glide over his features like an artist crafting a masterpiece. But his smile pulls me back—the way his eyes crinkle, stripping away the last of my sanity and leaving me weak all over. Before I realize it, a smile of my own forms, mirroring his amusement, just as his hand snakes into my hair. Grabbing a handful of my locks, he pulls my mouth back to his.
It’s a stark, vivid contrast to the… well, the horrors he committed before coming here—torturing and murdering those two men. Still, I can’t force myself to care, allowing the tenderness he gives me to drown out everything else. I know, deep down, that I’m the only one who will ever see this side of him.
And I’ll be the only one who never passes judgment on the ways he proves his intentions.
Time fades away as our lips meet in bruising kisses, his fingers tracing over my body, pulling undeniable pleasure from every touch. I savor the burn that spreads from where we connect, a unique bloom blossoming from the perfect balance we share.
I never realized how much I needed him, or how deeply I’ve fallen for him, until now. I never understood just how completely he occupies every inch of my mind.
This is my toxic, possessive, completely insane, and unapologetic West. A villain to the core, he only saves his own, indifferent to the rest of the world.
It’s a world that never cared about us, so why should we bother with it?
Acoarse voice grinds against my skull, pulling me from a hazy slumber. I groan and roll to the other side of the bed, meeting the icy emptiness where his warmth should be. I reach out, silently wishing he had moved just a little farther.
But he’s gone.
Burying my face in the pillow, I inhale his scent, the comforting aroma lulling me back to sleep. I’m still exhausted from last night and want nothing more than to spend the day in this bed. But the voice escalates, and the realization sinks like a brick in my stomach. There’s only one man in the world with such a terrifying voice.
Lucas Reyes.
What the fuck is he doing in my house? Although that’s a pretty dumb question, given that my father and he are practically inseparable now. I’m surprised he and West haven’t moved in with us yet.
Rubbing my eyes, I throw the blanket off and head downstairs. My swollen lips and the redness around my mouth are proof of the lingering warmth from our connection, still pulsing through my skin. I don’t know how long we had been kissing, but it felt like hours.
