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“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “You’re all mine.”
I nod and pull him closer until most of his weight is resting on top of me.
Blade seems to understand my need better than I do. He surrounds me with his strength, blanketing me in his warmth. “I’m right here, sweet girl. I’ve got you.”
I nod again, running my fingers through his short hair as he lays his head on my shoulder, placing soft kisses there.
“Thank you,” I say, my cheeks immediately heating at my stupid response to having sex for the first time. “I mean… Never mind.”
Blade lifts his head and readjusts us so we’re on our sides, facing each other. “You never have to be embarrassed around me. What are you thinking about, baby girl?” he asks, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Do you feel okay? Was I too rough or–”
“It was… everything. I feel so wanted and special. Is that dumb?”
Blade rolls onto his back and urges me to lie across his chest. I curl up into his side, and he lifts me, draping my body over his. I let out a breathy laugh at his insistence, but I don’t mind. I love that he can’t seem to get enough of me.
“Nothing you say or think is dumb,” Blade reassures me, kissing my forehead. “Promise me you’ll always tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a little grin. The dark glint in his eyes sparks an insatiable need, but I’m too tired to move.
Blade chuckles, tucking my head under his chin and gliding his fingertips along my spine until I’m nearly asleep.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers again. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I’m about to tell him I’m not tired, but a yawn escapes. The last thing I remember is Blade smiling at me sweetly, almost adoringly. My life is officially complete.
CHAPTERTEN
BLADE
Ilove everything about waking up with Sonya in my arms. Love the way her hair spreads over the pillow, the golden strands sparkling in the early morning light. Love her warm, soft, curvy little body pressed against mine. I love each and every steady breath she takes, knowing they give her life and sustain her. I hope she knows I’ll do the same. I’ll be her everything.
Never thought I’d be a romantic sap with flowery thoughts, but my woman brings it out in me. Sonya deserves flowers, chocolates, sonnets, a trip to Paris, and every other cliché thing her heart desires. She doesn’t want any of that, though. She just wants me.
I still can’t believe it.
Sonya stirs slightly, her ass pressing against my morning wood. I bite back a groan but can’t stop my hand from sliding down her torso to cup her bare pussy. This time, I can’t hold in my groan. She’s fuckingdrenchedfor me. My dirty girl must be having some good dreams.
Sonya sighs so sweetly and grinds into me as I massage her little bundle of nerves. She moans softly, though I don’t think she’s awake yet. My lips find the side of her neck, and I kiss her there, breathing her in.
I dip one finger into her entrance and then two, slowly thrusting in and out, massaging her walls as I grind the heel of my palm into her clit. Sonya gasps and tenses in my arms, and I know she’s awake.
“Blade…” she cries out, bucking her hips and taking more of me. She raises her arm over her head and tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me down and urging me to kiss her neck. I gladly do, licking and nipping at her sensitive skin. “So good…”
I growl at her sexy, needy little whimper and guide her top leg over mine. I wedge my aching cock in between her ass cheeks, seeking some relief but not entering her. “What were you dreaming about, firefly? You were so fucking wet, I couldn’t resist.”
“I-I… I dreamed...” she gasps as a wave of her arousal gushes over my fingers, still buried deep inside her swollen channel. “Y-you were…”
I withdraw my hand and pinch her clit hard enough to sting. Her broken cry and pulsing pussy let me know she likes a little pain with her pleasure. “Tell me,” I grunt, caging her clit in with a finger on either side. I rub up and down, keeping her aching but not touching her where she needs me most.
“Oh, God, please… pleasefuckme,” she whines, her whole body shaking with desire.
I chuckle at hearing her swear. My angel is as sweet and polite as they come, but I’m teaching her to let go of her old life and embrace a new one with me. “Tell me what you were dreaming about. Tell me, and I’ll make it come true.”
“You were… making love to me,” she says softly. “Slowly, at first. I felt… cherished.”
It’s not what I expected, but I love that she’s opening up to me. “You are, baby,” I whisper into the shell of her ear before kissing the sensitive spot underneath it. I pump my fingers in and out of her like she’s describing. “What else, love?”
“You picked up speed but still took your time, driving me insane,” she murmurs.
