All I want to see, though, all I need to see, is those eyes on me.
Those eyes tell me everything.
Because that’s what people don’t understand about the fantasies I have, the scenes I act out with my man night in and night out. It’s that he loves me enough to destroy me. He’s a dangerous person with violence in every cell, but he loves me enough to use that violence to take me right where I need to go and not one inch farther. He gives me the power to say when. I give everything to him and he gives it all right back.
That’s the kind of love we have. Dark. Twisted. Jagged. Bloody.
But oh so f*****g real.
“Please,” I whimper again. “I need you so bad.”
He reaches between us, tugs down his zipper, and frees his c**k. Even in the gloom, I can see how huge and hard he is. The glistening dr
