Page 66 of Consumed By You

My body reacts to him. The magnetic pull electrifies between us, shocking me to my core as he pulls softly on my bottom lip. Releasing the swollen skin, he groans, his hands traveling down the curves of my body.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He sighs against the skin of my neck.

I shiver, reaching up to cradle his head in my hands.

This can only end badly, Darcy!

I try to force my arms to move. I need to stop him, but I’m putty in his arms. Even as he spins me and we lower onto my mattress, I’m paralyzed.

His eyes are determined and lustful as he moves on top of me. Our mouths collide, hard and wanting. I revel in the pleasure I’ve missed out on for a month now.

He didn’t, though. He didn’t miss out on this.

“Ben…” That thought shakes me and I want to stop. I shake my head, but his lips are already traveling down my body, his tongue gliding against the skin, tasting me.

Fuck. I have no words. I don’t want him to stop. I never want him to stop. I lift my pelvis as he nibbles on the skin above my hipbone gently, sending tingles straight to my core.

“Yes.” I nod to myself.

This is just sex. Don’t think about the man doing it. Just focus on the pleasure.

“I’m so hard for you,” he groans, sitting up. He pulls his sweater off in one swift movement and I gawk at the violent rise and fall of his chest. My god…has he gotten bigger since I last saw him? His fingers fumble with his belt and in seconds his pants are down as well.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks, but I’m too busy staring at him to respond. “Darce? Are you?”

Yes, yes. I’m okay with this.

“I want you,” I moan, pulling him to me by the band of his briefs. He grasps the hem of my nightgown and lifts it up over my body.

“Oh my god.”

I tear my gaze away from his concealed erection to find his face dazed and what’s worse,horrified.

I follow his gaze to my legs and quickly realize he hadn’t seen the new bruises on my body. He scowls so long I snatch my nightgown from his hands and cover myself.

My breath hitches, partly because I’m embarrassed beyond belief and partly because I’m so incredibly turned on.

He sits down next to me, pinning me with a look of intense pity. “Darcy…”

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“I’m going to get your medication.”

He stands but I stop him, resting my hand on his arm. “Stop. Talk to me.”

“Is this my fault?” he asks suddenly, and I note the worry in his eyes.

“No.”

“You’re hurt right now because of me.”

“No,” I repeat, shaking my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Those guys that attacked you were his friends, were they not?” he presses in disgust. “God.”

“You were protecting me. I could never blame you for what they did.” I take his hand, but he removes it from my grasp in retaliation like I’m trying to poison him.

“Please, Darcy. Just don’t touch me right now.”