Page 59 of Then Came You

I feel free.

Free from the past.

Free from my pain.

Free for my future.

Holding onto Blade for dear life until the waves of shock decrease, I kiss him slowly and tenderly in thanks for my release.

My heart slows, and I sag back between his legs. He’s still massaging my chest, bringing us both solace. This feels right.

“Incredible.” He bites my neck, making me giggle and shiver.

“You’re telling me,” I sigh contently until I slam back down to reality. “We weren’t supposed to do that…”

“I know. You’re very naughty.” He nips at my flushed skin. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” This playful side is hot beyond measure. Our illicitness makes me crave him more.

“That was amazing. You were amazing. I’m sure I’ve soaked your floor,” I confess, my unfiltered mouth sprouts.

“One can only hope.” He chokes my neck gently but securely, marking me as his. It’s possessive and so unlike how I was choked weeks ago. I feel safe instead of fearful, hot instead of stone-cold, and none of what he does triggers anything in me. If anything, I want him to re-choke me so I have better marks to look at. I swallow at the sinful thought, feeling his hand evidently over the lump. “I want you to be mine so badly, baby girl.” He pulls my head back, so I’m connected to his body. We’re both struggling with what we want to do and what we know is right.

“I know, Blade. I know. Thank you for…making me feel again…If this is the last time you touch me…I’m just happy you were the one to get me through my first time since…” I don’t have to finish that sentence. He already knows.

I can’t make him break his vow to his son.

“If there’s a way to keep you both in my life, baby girl, I’ll find it.” We watch the final rays of the day disappear. “I’ll draw you a bath and start on dinner.”

“Is that such a good idea?” I whisper, turning my face at eye level with his tented cock. Holy moly I forgot how huge it is. I quiver at the sight, eyes lighting up like fireworks.

“I think it’s an excellent idea. While you’re in there, I’ll get rid of this…situation.” He glances down at his erection.

I shake my head at the mental image of him jacking off. It’s absurdly unfair that now all I’ll be picturing is his large hand stroking from root to tip, and his neck muscles straining as he shoots his load at the thought of me. I can picture the ridges along his cock, the throbbing vein along the underside, and the tantalising bead of cum at the tip that I’d happily suckle at the drop of a hat.

“You’re vicious, and you don’t play fair.” I huff, crossing my arms across my bare chest.

“None of this is fair, baby girl.”

Chapter 25

Blade

There’s nothing more enticing than Row’s honey-ness. My obsession reached new heights today when I ate honey on toast for breakfast, trying to replicate how she tastes. It satiated nothing inside me.

It was torture waiting for her to wake up. I stared at her for a good hour, seeing the subtle expressions flit across her face as she went from one dream to another, hearing the cadence of her breathing. I know I shouldn’t have touched her, but staying away when she was all warm and snuggly was impossible.

I thought an innocent massage would be just that. Innocent. But I should have known as soon as I got my hands on her they wouldn’t behave. Her supple skin felt like butter underneath my hands, despite the bruises marring her flawless skin.

Now she is deliberately taunting me by slinking to the bathroom topless. As I appraise her ass in silence, she looks at me over her shoulder with a knowing smirk. She looks positively radiant under the soft glow of the warm lights, but there’s not just longing in her eyes, there’s something else. Anticipation.

I observe her filling the tub as she bends at the waist, pouring the soaps and potions in, one by one. My senses ignite when her essence surrounds me.

Steam makes the air thick and fogs the mirror, causing condensation on the tiles.

When she lets her messy bun loose and her hair tumbles down her back, I’ve never been less in control of myself than I am at this moment. Her tresses skim her skin, and I’m suddenly jealous of every hair on her head.

It’s impossible to tear myself away from the room.

I promise myself one last touch and then I’ll let her soak in the tub, but even I don’t believe myself.

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