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I’ve never felt this safe, protected, and cherished in my whole life. I’m wrapped in the warmest hug from the most unexpected person. Then again, I always knew Blade’s grunts were only to keep people away. I had a feeling once I got past that rough exterior, I’d find a kind and nurturing soul.
Blade kisses the top of my head, and I peel myself off his chest enough to look up at him. Brown eyes meet mine, concern swimming in their depths. “I…” What do I say? I have no idea what happened, only that Blade came in and made the demons disappear.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’m right here.”
I nod, resting my head on his shoulder. “That’s never happened to me before,” I say after a few moments. “It was like… like I was here, but I wasn’t here. I was back home, and… the fear was so real,” I murmur.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he promises.
I believe him. If anyone could fight off my father and the wrath of God’s Chosen, it’d be Blade and the Savage Saints. “I know.”
Blade grunts in satisfaction, and I smile. “Love seeing your smile, baby. Can’t stand it when you cry.”
“Sor–”
He cuts me off with a quick kiss on the lips. I’m stunned into silence. Blade gives me a hint of a grin, and God, I feel it sizzling all the way down to my bones.
“No apologies, Sonya. I’m sorry I yelled at you and sent you headfirst into a flashback. I didn’t know, but that’s no excuse.”
“I didn’t know either. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing,” comes his immediate response. “You’re healing. It’s a process.”
“How do you know?”
Blade looks away from me, taking a deep breath as if searching for the right words. “Honestly? I’ve never had a reason to heal from my past. I ignored it, shoved it down deep, and forgot about my dysfunctional family. The thing is, I never really forgot. That anger, those feelings of rejection, loneliness, and pain… they never went away. I just got used to it and found a way to hide behind the trauma.”
“Blade,” I whisper, lifting a hand to cup his cheek. I draw him back to me, those deep brown eyes glassy with vulnerability.
“I never had a reason to be better, to work on my shit. Until you,” he breathes, his lips inches from mine.
“Me?”
“You make me want to be the best version of myself so I can take care of you.”
My heart stutters in my chest as I take in his words. How is it possible that this man wants to provide for me and protect me?
“Me?” I ask again.
Blade smiles softly, which melts everything in me as I fall a little more in love with him. “You,” he confirms.
I’m unsure what to do with all of his attention, so I untangle myself from his embrace and stand, smoothing the skirt of my dress. Blade looks at me in confusion, like I’ve taken his favorite toy away. Adorable.
I hold out my hand for him to take, and Blade wraps his hand around mine, hopping to his feet and pulling me close. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, letting the breath out with a contained growl. I lick my lips and tilt my head up in invitation.
Blade closes the distance between us, crashing his mouth down on mine. He pries my lips apart and pushes his tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking on my tongue at a desperate, almost frantic pace.
All the emotions from the last hour have been racing around in my head, but as soon as Blade kisses me, everything stills. I focus solely on how he touches me, the heat of his body, and the steady strokes of his tongue.
I moan and press my thighs together to relieve the unbearable pressure building between my legs. Blade urges me to take a few steps backward, his lips never leaving mine. He presses me against the wall, one hand sliding around to my backside until he’s squeezing my ass. I gasp into his mouth and automatically roll my hips against his.
He groans, continuing to trail his hand all over my body, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple through my thin dress and bra. I cry out, breaking our kiss as I tip my head back, exposing my throat to Blade's greedy mouth. He scrapes his teeth down my neck and sucks a super-sensitive spot below my ear.
“Fuck,” he mutters into my skin, trailing kisses lower and lower until he’s nipping at the tops of my breasts.
I glide my hands up his massive chest, and though it’s covered with a tight t-shirt, I know he’s covered in ink and scars. I want to hear the story behind each tattoo and scar on his skin. I still can't believe this is real. But the solid planes of muscles tensing and flexing under my fingers prove he's right here. Either that or this is the most vivid dream I've ever had.
“Can I make you come, baby?” he rasps as I unravel in his hands.
