Darkness Unleashed by Belinda Boring Page B

Darcy,” I cried, knowing it wouldn’t be long before I crashed head first into my release. Dipping into our connection, she was close, so very close, and it was with that insight that I upped my game.
    “ Oh . . . my . . .” When her words failed her, a long moan rushing out through her lips, I knew I’d succeeded. Letting go, I gave everything to her as I let my weight fall. She welcomed it, her arms clinging desperately to me.
    This was who we were.
    Nothing would break us apart.
    But something tried. There was a flicker of thought, a fear that broke through the pleasure addling Darcy’s mind. It was only a flash, but I’d caught it; and when I did, it chilled me to the core.
    I hadn’t seen it before, the sliver of uncertainty overshadowed by the clarity she’d shared. But in that moment of vulnerability, where all our defenses came down, she’d revealed it.
    She’d never doubted the way our bodies reacted to each other when we made love. She’d never questioned her ability to satisfy me. I’d made sure she’d never have reason to wonder.
    But Amber. Amber had returned with a vengeance and with it came my anger. Not at my wife, but at the idea she’d ever think she was lacking.
    Raising my head so I could look at her, she knew I’d seen it in her mind.
    The question. The accusation.
    What if he prefers her more?
    How could he not know it wasn’t me?
    I didn’t know which one killed me more.
    “ Darcy,” I started.
    “ Please don’t say anything. I feel stupid for even thinking it.” She closed her eyes as if to hide, but I didn’t look away. When she reopened them a few moments later, I was ready.
    “ We need to talk about this.”
    “ I’d rather we didn’t,” she confessed. Darcy looked uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to let this belief of hers take root and fester. Moving only to rest on my elbows, my body kept her captive, forcing her to stay with me. Tears threatened to spill and it became obvious the clarity from earlier had disappeared.
    “ Look at me, sweetheart,” I begged when she tried avoiding my gaze.
    “ No, I told you. I’m fine.” Her tears told a different story.
    “ Then why are you crying?” I gently asked. When she shook her head, I knew I had to be firmer. “Darcy.”
    “ I can’t help it. I know I shouldn’t think it. I keep telling myself the truth.”
    “ But she got into your head. Messed with it.”
    This time she nodded. “It was constant, Mason. When she wasn’t going into detail about what her plans were for the two of you, she was tormenting me with the night you made love.”
    “ The night I made love to you,” I corrected.
    “ See, I know that. You didn’t know something was wrong, not like that. My heart tells me you never would’ve turned to Amber willingly.”
    “ That night I made love to my wife. It was you I was with—heart, mind, and soul. I turned to you for comfort. It was you I needed,” I added, praying I’d be able to convince Darcy that her fears were unwarranted. “You’re the only one I’ll ever need. What can I do to help you see that?”
    “ I believe you. Please don’t think I’m doubting you.”
    “ But?” I prompted when she failed to continue.
    “ But I don’t know. It makes me wonder whether after being with her, whether I’ll be enough.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Were you not just here?” I blurted out incredulously.
    “ I didn’t say I was rational right now, Mason. You asked what I was thinking, so I’m trying to be honest.”
    “ Sweetheart, I’m not making light of this. I just don’t understand how you could doubt this.” My body was still trembling from the pleasure we’d just experienced. I hadn’t mistaken the way her face had glowed afterward, either. She never failed to satisfy me, but that wasn’t where the root of the problem lay.
    Suddenly I realized what she needed.
    “ Do you trust me?” I asked, determined to wait as long as it took for her to say