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“So, you’re all ready for me?” He sinks all the way in and the wind is knocked out of me.
“Yes,” I heave.
“Mmmm, baby, my baby.” He circles his hips and the wall of my womb throbs.
“Tage,” I whimper as I claw at his back. He’s so much bigger than me, stronger, more powerful. When it comes to Tage, I’m his willing prisoner. And I want to be for the rest of my life.
I gasp as we fuck — wild and passionate, like it means life or death.
If we’re not caught, it’s life. If we are, it’s death.
That tightness between my legs I associate only with Tage starts to pulsate. It spreads through my limbs like a pounding drum.
“Oh, God, oh, fuck.” My words are swallowed by his hungry mouth eating away at mine.
“Shhh.” He silences me with a French kiss so deep and demanding I drown in its dominance. I can’t help it. I can’t help the way he makes me feel or the response he elicits. I want to scream it to the world. I want to come loudly and freely like there’s no consequence. But there is. A severe one. I calm myself, feeding off the slowing rhythm of Tage’s hips. I am utterly enamored by this man.
He breaks the suffocating kiss and looks down at me with raw, hazel eyes. The brown ringing around his pupils is so dark and so deep. So captivating. I could stare into them forever.
“I was never supposed to fall in love with you, Juliet. But I did, and you’ve become mine.” I flood with emotion. With hope. “I’m going to free you.”
“When?” I plead desperately.
“Soon.” He shivers, his climax threatening.
“What will happen to us?” My stomach muscles clench.
“We’ll be together. And I promise, on my life, nothing will ever come between us.” Tage pushes my body, my mind, and all my emotions.
“I want that.” I cry as I come, spiraling down an orgasmic black hole.
“Oh, fuck, baby.” He groans, tormented by the feel of my spasming pussy. “You’ll get it. I promise, I’ll take care of you. You’ll never belong to anyone but me ever again. I’m the first man and the last man who’ll ever touch you.” Tage tenses, his last word lingering in the air as he finds his own earth-shattering release right behind mine.
Time stills as the man who means everything to me holds me tight, protects me, loves me. He’s the first person in my entire life to show me real affection.
Relaxing after a few intense moments, Tage settles next to me on the mattress. I snuggle up to him, burying my face in his chest and inhale his signature scent. It’s an intoxicating mix of tobacco and mint.
The room is silent and dark, and even though threat looms over us with every passing second, our stolen moments are worth more than diamonds or platinum or gold. Worth more than life, because I am certain, if he asked me to, I would die for this man.
Tage gave me something priceless.
Himself.
And I handed him back the only thing I owned that was of any value.
My heart.
“I love you,” I murmur.
His arms tighten around me. “I love you more. I’ll love you always.” He presses a firm kiss to my head.
“Don’t go.” I hold on to him for dear life. “Every time you leave, another piece of me crumbles away.” I have a ridiculous, childish fantasy that he becomes the monster who lives under my bed. And although he looks and sounds scary, he isn’t there to hurt me, he’s there to protect me.
“Do you trust me, Juliet?” Tage tilts my face up. It’s hard to see his features in the dark, but I can feel his heavy eyes on me as if they were free weights. Of all the times we have been together — the months of sneaking around, the secret rendezvous, and stolen moments — he has never once asked me that question. Ever.
Do I trust him . . .?
“With my life.”
