Page 141 of Dark Surrender

He runs a shaky hand down his defined chest to his cock where he wraps his fist around himself and gives a pull, root to tip, getting nice and hard.

My heart flutters at the sight, and those butterflies that I thought were long dead start anew.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper in awe.

Staring at the ceiling, Dark sighs in obvious relief, and his bottom lip trembles as he attempts and fails to suck back his emotions. “You don’t…” His throat bobs as he looks anywhere but at me, and I get it. This is a lot. It’s a lot for me too.

“Fuck. I… I just…” Dark releases his erection and opens and closes his fists at his sides, letting me see him. All parts. Bare.

But I don’t need that. I just need him with me. On me.

I set the ring on the mattress, closest to Dark, and offer him my left hand so he can make this official. I know many people would be pissed if this happened to them. They’d wanna claw his eyes out for returning out of the blue without so much as a call. But I’m not mad. He’s been through some sort of hell, and who am I to judge him for it? All I can hope for is that he trusts me with his stories. That he opens up to me, as I plan to do to him. When you lose someone important, it puts life into perspective. How many people can say they get a second chance like this?

Not many.

The questions can come later.

As will the answers.

But now… right now…

I just need us.

Forcing myself to be brave, I hook my fingers into my pajama shorts and slide them down my legs. I wrap them into a ball and chuck them at Dark’s chest to break him out of whatever hell he’s fighting inside his head.

Startled, he blinks at me, eyes rimmed in red.

His big chest expands in a full breath as he looks at me, actually looks.

His glorious cock jumps as if he’s excited by what he sees.

I spread my legs.

Dark licks his lips and plucks the green-and-gold ring from the mattress. Once more, I offer him my ring finger, and he kneels on the edge of the bed, takes my hand, and slides it right where it belongs. It fits perfectly.

Leaning over, his scarred abs contract as he brings his lips to the gem, and he kisses me there, eyes on mine, soft around the edges, sweet. “I love you,” he vows. “Thank you for being mine.”

Unable to form words, I nod.

He loves me, and I love him.

I do.

All of me.

There is no other man I’d ever want.

Dark slowly lowers himself and settles his cock at my wet core. My pussy clenches as he brushes himself across her and pushes just the tip inside, where he stays. Connecting.

“Dark.” I shudder, knowing this is the moment.

Arms bracketing my head, he leans down and brushes his lips across mine. “I’ve got you.”

“I know.” I wrap my hands around his nape as our souls meet, up close and personal.

“I need you naked and to prep you first. I want to make this good.”

“You… you don’t have to.”