“I love her too, very much.” I pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “Come for me, little wisp.”
Shifting her in my lap, I adjusted the angle to hit deeper and circled her clit the way I knew she liked. She cried out when I gave it to her harder. The pain of my skin against hers sent her over the edge. I felt it hit her as she clenched hard around my cock. Her body tensed and released, her nails digging harder into my skin.
“Fuck, Drake, come for me too… please, fuck, please.”
I pressed her forward on the bed, covering her body with my own before giving it to her harder than before. She cried through it, her body writhing beneath me until I grunted with my own eruption. I collapsed on top of her when I was spent, pinning her to the bed with my much larger body.
It took a few minutes for me to regain my equilibrium and move off her. She lay there quietly as if she needed more time to come down from her high. I slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom, cleaning myself up before gathering up supplies to take care of her.
I sat next to her when I came out and stroked her back.
“Do you want to lie in my lap whilst I take care of you?”
She nodded but didn’t make a move. So I took it upon myself to shift her into my lap. I checked over her welts to make sure I hadn’t broken the skin anywhere. Then I rubbed soothing ointment into her red skin. She sighed as I did it. When I was finished, I cleaned the blood off her chest and the cum from between her legs. Then I laid her back down on the bed whilst I got a t-shirt for her out of my cupboards. I pulled it over her head and tucked her under the covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
After that, I tugged on some clothes and went downstairs, pouring two glasses of water and putting a bag of dried fruit snacks she liked between my teeth. As I got back to my room, I found her clutching my pillow, her face buried in like she was breathing in the scent of me. I couldn’t help but grin at how fucking cute that was as I set down the glasses and the snacks.
“Little wisp.”
She popped her head up, flushing red with embarrassment. I got under the covers and made her sit up so she could eat and drink. She let me feed her and make sure she was full before I allowed her to curl up by my side with my arm wrapped around her back. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I watched her fall asleep. It wasn’t very late. I was intending to get up after she was settled, but I found I couldn’t leave her. Instead, I lay there stroking her face and wondering how I’d got so fucking lucky. I had the woman of my dreams in my bed and she loved me. It was a mind fuck, but a good one.
Her soft breathing soothed to my anxiety-ridden mind. I pressed my face into her hair and closed my eyes, savouring her warmth against me. Savouring every part of Scarlett. And somehow, without meaning to, I fell asleep hours before midnight for the first time in years. All because I had the love of my life next to me.
Twenty One
West
My body jerked awake to the rush of cold air before a warm body curled itself around my back. A small hand appeared and wrapped around my stomach when I cracked an eye open. A hand I knew intimately. I closed my eye and settled into her embrace. There was no threat. It was just the owner of my heart crawling into bed with me as the morning sun dappled across my sheets. Lips pressed to my spine before a tongue traced the line of it. Then she settled, nuzzling her face against my skin. She knew I was awake but didn’t make an attempt at conversation or say good morning. It was almost like she merely wanted to be in my space. And I was content to let her.
If it had been before she came back into my life, I would have jumped up the moment I awoke, ready to spill blood. None of the others came into my room without permission for that very reason. With Scarlett, my body instinctively knew it was her. She was my lifeline. My whole soul. At least, what counted for my soul since I was lacking in humanity at times. She made me feel. And what a fucking revelation not to wake up wishing for violence.
I turned in her embrace until her messy hair came into view. She blinked as she looked up at me. I didn’t give her a chance to speak, diving down to catch her lips in mine. Who cared why she was here. My heart just cared that she was. Here in my arms, her mouth where it belonged and nothing to stop me from feeling her small frame against mine.
I ran my hand down her back to the curve of her arse, finding her without underwear beneath the t-shirt she wore. However, the moment my hand settled over her bare skin, she let out a small cry of pain in my mouth. I immediately let go of her, sat up, ripped down the covers and pressed her onto her front. My eyes were searching and what I found had me almost smiling.