Page 118 of Skyla

He cut me off with a kiss, not letting me finish the thought. “Princess, last night was the best night of my life. And if, even for asecond,you didn’t want it? I would have stopped. I don’t care if this is what happens every time. I’ll take care of you.”

Lifting me up, he pressed me against the wall, my legs wrapping around his hips instinctually, emphasizing the fact that he was hard and had been since we got in the shower.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, princess.” His grindidthings low in my gut. “I know it’s a contradiction, last night and now. But get used to it. I plan on wrecking you at night and pampering you in the morning.”

There was no way to tell who kissed who. We simply came together, mouths sliding over one another until we needed to breathe.

“Fuck, princess.”

I smiled. “Tell me the truth. How turned on were you by my crying?”

“You have nofuckingidea.” He kissed me again. “But I much prefer when you’re crying because you’re impaled on my cock.”

“I think I like that too.”

Wraith set me down, washing me thoroughly, and not disguising his enjoyment when he touched my bruises. “I need to get you out of here,” he said, turning off the water. “Otherwise I don’t know if I’ll let you go.”

“Your skills might be needed elsewhere.”

Neither of us had mentioned the fact that he stormed into my apartment covered in blood, or the fact that we were both still covered in it this morning. I knew whose it was, and I didn’t need more than that. This was who they were.

“I hope not, princess. What will you do?”

Stretching my arms over my head, I evaluated my body. “I think I want to dance for a bit.”

“You sure?” He frowned. “Will you be able to do that with the bruises?”

“Considering where most of them are, I should be okay,” I said. Then I laughed. “And don’t pretend me being in my studio, getting flashes of your pain, doesn’t make you hard.” The tent beneath his towel made that crystal clear.

Wraith hauled me against him, kissing me with a hand around my throat before he strode out of the bathroom, muttering something about how he needed a cold shower now.

The nice thing about my apartment being right across the hall was being able to sneak across in my towel. Then again, the only people who could enter this building were the people allowed to see me naked.

Once I was in my own apartment I finally got a good look at myself. The bruises weren’t as bad as I expected, but they were certainly visible. Where he’d bitten my neck was the worst, and then my pussy.

It was still a bit swollen, and I wasn’t mad about it in the slightest.

That shower and the connection with Wraith was what I needed. I felt worlds better, and the idea of spending the day dancing made me feel lighter in a way I hadn’t in days.

Days.

Fuck, so much had happened.

I dug through my now-unpacked clothes and found some of my practice pole wear before grabbing my phone and heading down to the studio. Maybe I’d even work on silks or the non-stationary pole today.

But first?

I needed to stretch.

After the last couple of nights being bent into every imaginable position and fucked within an inch of my life, my muscles weren’t exactly thrilled at the idea of working out.

“Fuck.” I groaned the word as I started that process.

A knock came from the door. Jessie, peeking her head in. “I heard a rumor this was here. Would it be okay if I joined you?”

“Sure,” I waved her in. “Yeah, they made this for me after Kramer.”

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