Page 92 of Ink Deep Devotion
“Please,” I mutter as I lay down, sinking into his mattress,“I miss you.” How can we share such an explosion of passion only to be left with frozen embers too weak to melt the ice again?
“Do you miss me?” I ask.
His breathing deepens.“You should be sleeping. It’s one a.m. your time.”
I want you to crawl back to me, but here I am calling you like I’m sulking, wasting my days waiting for you. That’s what he wants, me tucked in his bed, missing him.
Do something different. Provoke him.
Throw a punch like Nova suggested.
“I miss you.” Tempt him, break him open again. I press my palm against my hot stomach.“I need you, Dash.” I moan as my hand slides down my belly.“So bad.”
Am I embarrassed? Yes. I’ve never done this, but I embraced being a temptress.
“What are you doing?” He snarls with annoyance.
Be brave.“Touching myself as I lay in your bed.”
“Mila…” he warns, but his lust seeps through the phone, feeding my newly found confidence.
“Do you ever touch yourself and think of me?”
“No.” He bites. That hurts, but I repel it. He’s trying to push me away.
“Liar,” I reply.“I do it all the time when I shower. I remember when you used to lick my body clean, wash away all my sins. I’m covered in them now. Only you can make me feel clean again.”
My breath is husky as I slip my hand into my pajama pants.“You should try it.”
“I’m warning you, Mila.”
“I’m wet and aching for you, Dash. God, it hurts so bad. Make it stop.” I hiss in pain, my voice thick with emotions.
He hates it when my suffering isn’t caused by him. Dash craves control, so how will he snap when I take it from him?
His breath is sharp; he hisses and exhales like a steam engine screaming as it fails to break before it crashes.
“Tell me what to do to stop the ache, Dash.” I swipe my fingers through my opening.
“How wet are you?” He whispers so softly I almost miss it.
A grin pains my cheeks as I smile widely. It’s working. Little by little, I’ll get him back, and one day, he will tell me he loves me.
“Soaking. I’m staining your bedsheets.”
His footsteps increase, and then a door closes.“Sink your finger inside, just one. Pump yourself slowly.”
Obeying him, I push one finger inside.“I need more,” I need him, his thick hardness filling me, taking away all this empty nothingness in my soul.
“You’ll get what I give. One finger.” I squirm on his bed, trying to feed the hungry beast in my core.“That’s it. Slow and steady. How does it feel?”
My head lulls to the side.“It’s not enough.” I exhale in frustration.
I hear his smirk,“It will never be enough, little fox. You always want more than I can give, but you made a bargain andpromised to live with the consequences. You can only have my shadows, my darkness. That’s all I am.”
No. You still have a light inside of you; it’s trying to keep me safe. One day, I’ll break through your walls and let it shine. You’ll love me in the open, enemies or no enemies. You will not fear what loving me will do to our future.
“So give me more.” I circle my throbbing nerves and moan deeply as I arch my back.
