Whispers will reveal what shadows keep.
To lose all hope or dare to take the leap.
The words swirled around me,through me.
Then I drifted away, moving on through his mind.
Each word he’d spoken to me had been as honest as he’d dared make them. He’d traveled a path with no room for me to walk beside him, but at all times, he’d been thinking of the best way to keep me safe in his shadow.
Within his subconscious whispers, I found an undeniable truth. I was etched into the marrow of his soul. All his fear centered on losing what we had. Pure happiness radiated from every touch between us. In his intimate mind space, I found irrefutable proof that I was loved profoundly and irrevocably by this man alone.
Above all others, even himself.
I was his sole reason for existing.
I also saw he wasn’t hiding anything from me.
I was about to pull myself out when I came to a door.
What’s this?I rattled the knob. Locked, it wouldn’t allow me entry.
“I . . . I don’t know what that is,” he said. “Open it. Walk through. See it all. Please.”
I was being ripped in two and not because the door still wouldn’t open. His quiet desperation, his determination to expose everything he was or would ever be was a throbbing pain inside him.
He worried that I’d never fully trust him again, and that gouged deep.
Open the door,he barked.Force it if you have to.
Maybe it’s not meant to be opened.Mist swirled from beneath the panel, choking in the back of my throat.
A spell. Who had cast it on him?
You need to open it,he said.
I gathered power and plunged it into the lock. It snapped, and when the panel opened, I stepped inside.
Opening my eyes, I pulled myself out of his mind and looked up at him. “There was nothing behind the door. Absolutely nothing, as if everything there had been wiped clean.”
He frowned. Even now, his fingertips worried up and down my spine. “How can there be nothing there? It must be a memory.”
“I found nothing but a vast, white space. There was nothing left of whatever memory you locked behind the door.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s gone.” I stroked his chest. “But we’re here now. Together.” I kissed along his scars, each and every one of them before looking up to find his warm eyes gazing down at me. “Thank you.”
There was nothing between us any longer. He was free.Wewere free.
“Fury,” he growled.
His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was sweetness and fire. Light and dark and every color of the rainbow.
Leaving my mouth, he kissed across my damp skin, each touch sending liquid fire licking through me.
I rocked against his stiffening cock, overcome with an insane desire only this man could ever satisfy. We might’ve parted from all the lies and the near betrayal, but we’d found each other again. We were both wide open and raw, but from what was left, we could build anew.
His hands were feverish on my body while his mouth drank from my very soul with each of his kisses. He stroked my thighs in circles that slowly made their way to my core. He found my clit and rubbed while his threads plunged inside me.
