My fingers tremble slightly as I begin to unbutton his shirt. The scars that mar his chest serve as tangible reminders of his time in those brutal fighting rings, and I press my lips to each one, kissing them gently as if to soothe the pain they once caused.
“Anna,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible. He remains still, unsure of how to react, but I can feel the tension gradually leaving his body as I continue.
I strip him of his remaining clothes before quickly removing my own, acutely aware of the intensity of his gaze on me. As I settle on top of him, our bodies pressed together, I can’t help but smile at the way his eyes dart nervously between mine, as if seeking reassurance.
“See?” I say gently, my eyes meeting his. “Right now, you’re being gentle and shy. One of the many reasons I love you.”
I lower myself onto him, taking it slow since he is so big, and the moment I feel him fully inside me, a shiver runs down my spine. The intimacy of this act is heightened by the vulnerability in his eyes.
“Anna,” he breathes out as I begin to move up and down on his cock, our hips syncing together in a gentle rhythm. His armswrap around me, pulling me close to him, and it feels like we’re fusing together. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.
“Blaze, you’re so incredible,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his neck as I continue to ride him, each movement deliberate and unhurried.
“Anna… I…” he stutters, his eyes locked with mine, and I know without a doubt that he’s feeling everything I am, the intensity, the passion, the unbreakable connection between us.
“Let go, Blaze,” I urge him gently, sensing that he’s on the verge of climax, and wanting nothing more than for us to experience that release together. “Don’t hold back.”
He rubs circles against my clit trying to bring me with him.
He succeeds.
“Anna… I love you,” he whispers as we hit that peak simultaneously, our bodies trembling with the force of our shared orgasm.
We cling to each other through the aftershocks, holding tight until his cock slowly deflates within me.
Blaze tightens his embrace, drawing me closer to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “We’ll make it through, Anna.”
“Promise?” I ask, my voice small and vulnerable.
“Promise,” he repeats with conviction, his brown umber eyes locking onto mine with unwavering intensity.
We seal our vow with another kiss.
Twenty
Blaze
I lie in bed next to Anna, her soft blonde hair fanned across the pillow.
Since she’s forgiven me, I feel like I can finally breathe again.
Her mossy green eyes meet mine, filled with concern. “Blaze,” she says softly, “you need to apologize to the rest of the team.”
I grunt, not wanting to think about it.
“Come on, Blaze” she urges, her voice gentle but firm. “They need to hear it from you. We all need to move past this.”
I sigh, feeling the weight of my actions pressing down on me. As much as I hate to admit it, Anna is right. The tension within our group is palpable, and if we’re going to continue working together, I have to own up to my mistakes.
“Fine,” I grumble, pushing myself up from the bed. My large frame dwarfs Anna’s petite one, but she has always been able to stand her ground against me. It’s one of the many reasons I love her.
Together, we get dressed in silence, the air thick with anticipation. Anna slips into her heels, adding a few extra inches to her. She’s still tiny to me.
Once we’re both ready, we make our way downstairs. Each step feels heavier than the last, like I’m walking towards my execution. I’d rather face another round in the ring than confront the people I’ve hurt.
We reach the bottom of the stairs, and my heart beats faster as I prepare to face my friends and teammates. I know I have to apologize, but the words are lodged in my throat.
Anna gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.
