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My chest tightens with need. Heart swells. I want to kill for her again and watch them bleed. These overwhelming emotions are maddening; they take my whole body hostage when I’m around her.

I don’t think it’s healthy, but then again, I don’t think many people get to love that hard in their lives.

I bring my thumb up to wipe the excess drool and cum from the corner of her mouth back inside. She licks it clean with a wide grin.

That’s my girl.

I bend down to lift her and walk toward the railings. The cool metal touches her back as I lean her against it—she gasps—and I swing her leg around my hip. Her cuffed hands wrapped aroundmy neck. She whips her head around to watch the stream below and then back at me.

“I’ll keep you safe,” I reassure her, and she nods in response. Her droopy eyes still shine with endless joy, love, and excitement.

My hands slide down her hips possessively, kneading her ass before I spank it. Whimpers of pleasure fill the air as I lick the side of her neck, leaving a wet trail to her jaw and following its curve to her earlobe.

Her life is in my hands, and I will protect her with everything I have. It’s intoxicating to be responsible for the person I love most. I’m Death staring into the eye of danger, and she is the shelter I’ve always longed for. Together, we’re a match made in hell. I recognize that look in her eyes— the hunger, the thrill, the fear it holds—boiling her blood and setting her soul free.

She is not the same Winona I knew, and I’m not the same person she knew. We’re dusk and dawn. We complete each other in every way possible. In every way necessary.

She needs me to push her to the edge, and I need her darkness.

Without a second thought or a warning, I spin her upside down. My arms are fastened around her to keep her tucked to me.

“Spit on it,” she orders as I’m about to feast on her.

I do what she says because I know the sound turns her on. It’s something we discovered the first time we slept together. I did it absentmindedly, and her heated expression was unforgettable. I knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“Thank you.”

Fuck.

Her lips wrap around my aching cock, slurping around it as much as she can while I’m eating her.

I want to fuck her even more and ruin her pretty pussy and that witty mouth when she’s being adorable to get what she wants.

Her strained moans are music to my ears.

I drag my tongue along her slit repeatedly, collecting her sweet arousal. I suck her pussy into my mouth, inhaling her into my lungs and clasping my teeth around her clit enough for it to bring her pleasure.

Not pain. I’m not into that.

My cock starts throbbing in her mouth, and I command her to pull away.

“Good girl,” I praise and lift her upright. “Are you okay?” I ask, checking that she feels well and isn’t dizzy or nauseous from the previous position.

“Yes,” she replies, her voice slightly hoarse.

I slip my head between her cuffed hands, placing them around my neck. Her legs straddle my hips as I line myself against her entrance. My eyes are still glued to hers, asking for a silent approval.

I don’t know why I’m asking again when she has given it to me a few times and has a safe word. I just need to know she wants this and approves it.Me.

I don’t want to hurt her. Even when she says she’s okay, she’s still processing everything, and I don’t want to interfere with her healing. I couldn’t keep my hands off her from the moment she gave me the green light, but that was selfish of me. I need to step back and let her digest everything.

She gives me a quick nod and presses her forehead against mine.

I learned how to pleasure a woman by paying attention to Winona’s body cues, listening to her moans as they echo after every little thing I do to her body, obeying her demands, and reading the books she spoke highly of. I wasn’t experienced, butI wanted to please her as best as I could and explore my sexual desires with her.

“I want you.” A smoky, sensual sound leaves her.

My crooked grin meets hers.