Secrets & Submission

“If you knew all my family’s secrets and those of his too …” I say and trail off, then huff humorlessly and look away but not for long.

With his thumb on my chin and his forefinger beneath it, he tilts my head up so I look him in the eye. His gaze is intense and he pauses a moment, searching my eyes for something before confessing, “I’d still love you.”

The intensity is all too much. Like something breaking and crumbling apart in a way where it will never be repaired. Something I don’t want to be fixed. Something I don’t want to think about ever again.

He leans down, his warm breath meeting mine and he nips my bottom lip before capturing my mouth with his, silencing the sudden gasp from the hint of pain.

He’s good at that. My Z … my Dom. He excels at silencing the pain.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.

A warm feeling in the pit of my stomach flutters like butterfly wings as he kisses me once again. Deeply, with longing, then hungrily. I meet his want with my need and deepen the kiss that much more.