Page 101 of Devour

She comes with her mouth open against mine. Her whole body shakes, and her nails dig into the back of my neck hard enough to draw blood. I don’t give a fuck. She can mark my body the way I mark hers. I hold her through it while her thighs clamp around my waist. She gasps my name.

I bury myself as deep as I can and hold her against the wall while I come inside her. I grip the back of her head, and I press my mouth against her temple and stay there.

She doesn’t let go. Her arms are locked around my neck, and her breath is erratic on my skin.

“I’ve got you.” I say it again because it’s the truth. I will sit up every night and watch her. I didn’t sleep last night, and I won’t tonight. Fuck my assignments and fuck everything else if that’s what she needs. “I’m right fucking here.”

I turn the water off and carry her out of the shower. She doesn’t unwrap herself from me. I grab a towel off the rack and carry her into our room. I sit on the edge of the bed with her in my lap, pulling the towel around her shoulders.

Her face is still pressed into my neck. She’s trying to catch her breath.

I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are dry now, but her jaw is tight and there’s a sadness there that I haven’t seen before. My girl isn’t hard to read. When she’s pissed, she shows it. When she’s turned on, I can see it across the room. But this is different.

“Saylor, I’m going to need you to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“I told you. It’s just a nightmare.” She puts her hand on my chest, and her fingers trace the edge of one of my tattoos. She won’t look me in the eyes again. “They’re getting worse. And I just need you.”

She’s hiding something. I don’t believe that’s all it is, but I also know my girl well enough to know that I’m going to have to work it out of her.

I pull her tighter against my chest and press my lips to the top of her head. She curls into me, and she sniffs. “Do you have to work tonight? Can you stay here with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

That’s not even a question in my mind. I don’t have to think about it. There’s nothing more important in the world to me than the woman in my arms.

I’d never leave her like this. I fucking love her. I’ve never said it to her, because it doesn’t even seem like a strong enough word for what Saylor Reign Carter is to me. It didn’t matter to me which side of the line between obsession and love I was on, but she fucking changed me the first time I saw her. I’ve been chasing the high I get from loving her every fucking day.

My girl loves me too. I know she does. I’ve never needed her to say it because we’re so much more than a single word. And I always know what she’s thinking, which is why I know something is going on with her.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I toss the towel to the floor and gather our blankets around our naked bodies and lean against the headboard, keeping her on my lap.

She nods against my chest. Her body is still tense, but her breathing is starting to even out. She grips my arms, holding me to her.

Everything I’ve done the last few years has been to get her, and now everything I do is to keep her. She has no idea how far I’ll go. She might hate me for some of it. But if it keeps her safe with me, I can live with that.

I kiss the top of my heathen’s head. I’ll tie my queen up and dominate her mind and her body. I meant it when I said I own her, but once she realizes she owns me too, she’ll know what power she has. All she has to do is tell me what she wants, and it’s hers. There isn’t a thing in this world I won’t do or give for my girl. And that’s where love overtakes the obsession.

CHAPTER 43

SAYLOR

Fuck, I haven’t been able to get enough of his dick. I’m on my knees in our bedroom with Axl’s cock in my mouth, and he’s pulling my hair. He’s already dressed, looking far too sexy in his jeans, boots, and a tight black Henley. I want to lick each of the tattoos exposed on his chest and neck. He was about to leave for a meeting with the Sinclairs when I dropped to my knees and pulled him back by his belt.

It’s not like he put up much of a fight. Every time he tries to bring up the nightmares, I fuck him. Or every time he tries to leave, I fuck him. So pretty much all we do is fuck.

I take him deeper, and his grip tightens in my hair. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to be late.”

I don’t care. I don’t want him to leave. Every time he walks out that door, the thoughts get too loud, and I have to sit with what I know. It’s been three fucking days. After that day in the shower, I’ve barely been able to hold it together. I’m surviving mostly through sex and making out with the man I love.

My brother’s words pop into my head. I’ve been so good at pushing them out, but they come back at the worst times. He said he was going to make me kneel for him.

I gag and pull back. I press my forehead against Axl’s hip and close my eyes, pushing everything else away.

“Hey.” His hand loosens in my hair. “You okay?”

I force a sexy grin and then look up at him. “Of course.”

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t appear convinced, so I lick my lips. “You’ve been fucking my pussy so much, I’m just out of practice.”