Page 125 of Darkness of Mine

“Hmm, I don’t think bratty little girls should get to talk, do you?” I take the whip and hold it to her mouth. “Bite.”

Freya’s teeth clench down on the handle. Her juices glisten along the black leather and I almost come in my pants when her tongue darts out, licking across the surface.

Fuck control.

I tear my cock free and drive into Freya’s slick heat. I bring her legs to my shoulders and lift her up, tilting her body as I pound her sweet cunt. Tingles flurry at the base of my spine and I know I’m not going to last long.

This woman undoes me. I may demand control but I belong to her just as much as she belongs to me.

My gaze locks onto the tracker bracelet around her good wrist. I slipped it back on while she slept the night we got back from the clearing. The immediate danger Zach posed may be gone but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let up.

Freya lives in every beat of my heart. I won’t risk a single thing taking her away from me.

I hook her legs around my back and lower myself over her. I take the whip from her mouth, and she tugs me down the last few inches. We battle out our fear, our obsession, in a kiss. She tastes of strawberries and cream and her tiny gasps breathe life into me.

I slide my hand between us and find her clit, rolling it under my thumb until Freya’s breaths quicken and her mouth falls open in a perfect ‘o’.

Her pussy contracts around me, milking my cock as I press my forehead to hers and spill my seed inside of her.

One day, I’ll let that seed take root.

I lift my head just enough to lock eyes with her. “I love you,” I say, the declaration coming straight from my soul.

She smiles up at me, her cheeks rosy red and her eyes dancing. “I love you too, River. I love all of you.”

I let out a soft laugh. From the detective trespassing on my crime scene to the woman who has my whole heart.

In a life I so carefully control, Freya is the one thing I never saw coming.

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FREYA

Soft lips press kisses to my face. I blink my eyes open and look up at Eli.

“Merry Christmas, kitten.”

I smile. Technically Christmas was two weeks ago but Jude hated that I missed another one, so we organized our own late Christmas party and invited pretty much all our friends and family. Apart from Jude’s vapid mother.

His brother Landon and his dad got an invite though. As did Eli’s father.

I push myself up to rest against the headboard. “Merry Christmas to you too, Eli.”

He sits down on the edge of the bed. “How many clouds today?”

I think about it for a moment, feeling that familiar weight in my chest and the tiredness dragging at my mind. “Half a sky or so?”

Eli kisses me and when he pulls back, a stocking, packed thick with presents, lies across my lap. “How about now?”

I smile in wonder. “More blue sky.” I pick up one of the presents that’s fallen from the stocking. “This is for me?”

Eli nods. “Wait till you see the tree.”

I laugh, joy bubbling inside of me. “This is already the best Christmas ever.”

The morning gets better when I step out into the hall to the smell of freshly cooked waffles.

We eat breakfast in our pajamas while watching cheesy Christmas movies. I feast on the chocolate spread and whipped cream I topped my waffle with and then quietly open each little present from my stocking.