Page 27 of Consumed By You

His bedroom is exactly like mine. There are flowers everywhere.

“God, what are you doing to me?” he whispers in between kisses.We make it to the corner of the bed and I fall back, taking him down for the count with me.

His hands roam to my breasts, and I purr beneath his touch.

Is this really happening?

“Yes. Let me hear you.” He fists the hem of my tank top and drags it up over my head so I’m left in my bra. He trails his mouth down my throat, nibbling ever so softly on the sensitive skin, and a cold chill washes over me when I realize I have something to tell him before we continue.

“Ben,” I gasp, my hand pressing down into his shoulder.

His breath is warm against the curve of my breasts. “What?”

“I need to tell you something before we go further.”

He stills, his smoldering eyes flickering to mine. He pulls back, faltering in his determination as he studies how serious I have become. “Okay.”

Okay.He’s waiting. Just spit it out.Just tell him so this can be over with.

“Your heart is beating really fast, Darcy. What do you need to tell me?”

“There are marks on my back,” I confess, hating this.

“Marks?” His lips turn down in confusion and he sits up.

“Yes, scars.”

“From what?” I don’t say anything and after a moment, he’s smart enough to piece it together. “Turn around.”

I sit up and shift, letting him see the dozen marks that cover the length of my spine, shoulder to hips. I shiver when the pads of his fingers move over a few of them carefully.

“Cigarette burns.”

I nod, focusing on the bedding beneath us. “I would understand if you don’t want to do this anymore. You don’t have to feel bad.”

Without a single word and just moments after the words leave my mouth, he begins undoing the back of my bra. Sliding the straps down my shoulders, he pulls until the material is nowhere near my breasts. He comes up behind me and presses his lips to my shoulder. “Do you want me to do this?”

“Yes.”

Hell yes.

He moves my hair to my shoulder and places his lips against my neck, teasing me, his large hands reaching down to cup my heavy breasts. I whimper when he tugs on my nipples harshly, only to soothe the tender skin with soft squeezes. He stands up, leaving me bereft, and reaches into his wallet, removing a condom.

“Lie back, Darcy.”

I do as I’m told and wait for him. I’ve never been this frightened for intimacy, not even during my first time. He sets the condom on the counter and pulls my sweats off my legs in a flash so I’m sprawled out on the sinking mattress, clad only in panties.

I hold my breath as he unbuttons his shirt, never taking his eyes off of me. When he shrugs it off, my lips part in disbelief, watching his hard abdominal muscles ripple across his long torso.

“You’re perfect,” I declare, sitting up on my elbows, unable to look away.

He pulls down his jeans.

Holy fuck.

He’s big. His bulge is straining in tight black briefs. I slide to the edge of the bed and I hear his sharp intake of breath as I grab ahold of his waistband and pull them down, releasing him to my lustful gaze.

He lets out a low, strangled sound when I curl my fingers around his impressive girth, marveling at his primitive maleness. I bring my head down and slowly drift my tongue along the complete length of him, then dive in with an intense desire to take as much as I can of him into my mouth.