Page 167 of The Monster and the Masochist

“That’s it, good girl. Put it inside me,” she crooned, spreading her thighs so I could settle myself between her hips.

Resting my elbow by her head, I used my other hand to guide the tip of the toy to her entrance, and I hissed as it slid easily up and down the soaking wet line of her cunt.

“Jesus… you’re fucking soaked…” I panted, and she nodded, looking like a goddess with her dark hair spread out like a halo around her head.

The thin chain from the clamps hung between us as I notched the toy where I wanted it to go, and I hovered over her for a moment, floating in a sea of pure need and devotion for the woman lying beneath me.

We were both panting now, and when her gaze met mine, I saw something so close to love in her eyes that my throat closed with emotion.

Cass gently cupped my cheek before drawing me in for a kiss so sweet and tender, it was a direct contradiction to everything we’d done to get to this point.

“Come with me?” she asked softly, and my throat rolled as I nodded again.

“Of course,” I rasped, despite knowing I was going to need to fight tooth and nail to hold out for her after all the edging she’d put me through.

But I would do it.

This fucking goddess wanted me to come with her, so that’s what I was going to do.

“Theo, I–” she began, and something in the tone of her voice made the whole world tilt beneath us.

“Yeah?” I croaked. I was seconds away from sinking deep inside of her, but suddenly I couldn’t move.

I needed her to finish that sentence.

I needed it like I needed fucking air.

She smiled at me and brushed away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen, before kissing me softly on the lips.

“I…”

I held my breath as she hesitated. We both stared at each other, seemingly suspended in time. Then, finally, she spoke.

“I… I need you to fuck me,” she whispered, and for some reason, it felt like my heart was breaking.

Why had I thought she was going to say something else?

Stupid.

Obviously, she wasn’t going to say she fucking loved me.

When was I going to get it through my thick skull that all of this was fucking fake for her?

“Now, baby. I need you,” she murmured, completely unaware of the fact that I was falling to pieces inside.

Forcing myself to snap out of whatever self-deprecating spiral my mind was trying to pull me into, I focused on what was happening right now.

The woman I was in love with was sprawled beneath me, asking me to fuck her.

I’d be damned if I let this moment go to waste.

Even if it wasn’t real for her.

Even if my heart was breaking.

“Theo… I need you…” she repeated, and her voice was so desperate and needy, I knew it was the closest I would ever get to hearing her beg for me, and something in my mind snapped.

She needed me.