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He shakes his head. “This was totally for you, darling. I don’t need anything in return. I got my pleasure from just watching you. I will never fucking forget the taste of you on my tongue.”

He lifts me up and settles me on his lap, scooting up the bed with me. I’m still naked, but I don’t feel embarrassed.

He tucks me against his chest, lifting the blanket and tucking us both in. He is so warm. This is literally heaven. I have never felt more relaxed in my life than in this very moment.

He kisses my forehead sweetly. “You okay?”

“Better than good,” I tell him and he smiles. “That’s all I wanted. You’re lucky I’m giving you a break because I wanted to make you come over and over.”

I feel my body heating, and I know I’m blushing all the way down my chest. He bursts out laughing. “How can you blush right now? I just had my mouth all over your pussy.”

I cover my face at his brash words. “Oh my God! I can’t believe you just said that to me.”

This time he laughs harder, holding me tighter. “Darlin, you’re so fucking precious. I want to keep you right here, protect you from the world.”

He lifts my bandaged hand, kissing right above where the burns are. “I could fucking kill him for daring to hurt you. You don’t hurt an angel and go unpunished.”

I kiss the underside of his chin, right where his pulse is. “You’re the one who is precious, Terror.”

He gives me the most tender look. “Darlin, you fucking unman me.”

I smile, and settle into him once more, tucking the blanket under my chin.

“Sleep,” he tells me.

And I do; I fall within seconds.

chapter six

Meghan

the next morning

I wake up to the sun barely slinking into the room, casting a beautiful glow. But that’s nothing compared to seeing Terror asleep, his hand resting on his stomach.

I don’t move, afraid to wake him but just wanting to stare at him longer, to just admire him.

His tattoos are beautiful against his skin, still slightly tanned from the summer. With the tip of my finger, I gently run my finger along the design of one the tattoos.

His breathing changes and I duck my head not wanting to be caught ogling him, but I feel him shaking. I peek out from his shoulder and he is grinning ear to ear.

“What’s the matter?” I ask sleepily, stretching to make my voice sound like I just woke up.

“Darlin, you can look at me anytime you want. Don’t hide it.” Suddenly he turns over, taking me under him, his elbows on either side of my face.

Morning breath. I cover my mouth so he doesn’t fall over dead from it. With one hand, he pulls my hand from my mouth. “My breath stinks.”

He kisses me on either cheek. “Do you need a reminder of how my mouth was deep in your pussy?”

He licks his lips like he is thinking of the way I taste. “I think I want another taste.” He gives me a wicked grin.

“Wait.” I try to reach for the blanket, trying to pull it up to cover myself.

He laughs, tears the blanket off me, leaving me completely bare. He leans back on his knees, eyeing me. “How can someone look this fucking good first thing in the morning?” He groans, and I let my eyes drift down his body until I stop on his dick. He is hard as stone.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

He takes my hand, saying, “Is that what you want to do, or you feel like you need to?”

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