“A little,” she admits, and I feel like a piece of shit because I’d been too rough. I swear I don’t know what came over me, and like a fucking fiend, my cock is already straining against my sweats, dying to get back into her somehow. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gone that far with you.”
“So I should find someone else to make my fantasies come true?” She tucks her hair behind her ear and tests me. “Okay.” The brat swings her legs like she’s about to get out of my bed and find someone else to fuck her.
“Don’t even try it,” I warn.
“Are you going to go that far with me again?”
I stare at her. My brain, heart, and dick don’t have a unified answer. “I’ll go as far as you’ll let me.”
“Oh good.” She settles back on my pillow. “Then I want to go a lot further next time.”
Her answer makes me relieved. “I’m not sure how much further we can get. That was—”
“Epic, mind-blowing, soul-yeeting-out-my-body sex? Yes. Yes, it was.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. “Did you just say soul-yeeting?”
“Out into the great beyond.” She wiggles her fingers in the air. “It’s still out there, I think.”
I’m really marrying this woman. Today. Right now. Should have yesterday.
“I think I saw God, Glitch.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“She was impressed.”
I laugh so hard, my voice booms in the bedroom.
Ara props her head up. “You have the best laugh.”
“So do you.” That earns me another big smile. Is it weird that I want to make her happy every second of the day? I want her smiling even in her sleep.
My dick twitches in my pants. She sees it. “You’re a unicorn demon, aren’t you?”
I have no clue what she means. “I’m just insatiable when it comes to you, Ara.” I leave the bed and come back a minute later with a monstrous feast. “I might have ordered most of the menu.”
“Ohhh, are there dumplings?”
“Yup.”
She flashes a big smile. “Egg rolls?”
“And spring rolls, edamame, wonton soup, egg drop soup, orange chicken, lo Mein, Buddha’s delight, and beef with broccoli.” I frown, because now I’m not sure it’s enough. “I have frozen mochi for later. And… shit, I left the duck sauce in the kitchen.”
“I love you,” she says around a mouthful of egg roll. “And I’m not saying that because you’ve fucked me into the next stratosphere or are feeding me. I mean it, Glitch. I love you.”
Ara said it in the tub earlier, but that was her subspace brain talking and I didn’t know how to respond. But she’s with it now and all I can say back is, “I love you too.” I crawl across the mattress to kiss her. “I’ve loved you for a long fucking time.” Maybe it won’t make sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to us and that’s all I care about.
I pull back and flash her a big smile. “I’ll be back with more food. And drinks.”
She lifts the tray. “Or we can take this out there.”
“You sure? I’d rather feed you in bed.”
“I’d rather not worry about getting duck sauce on your sheets. Or grease.”
I don’t care about that, but who am I to tell her where to eat? I can feed her at the table, on the floor, in the tub, and anywhere else she gets hungry. “Okay, hang on.”
I grab the tray and balance it in one hand, then help her stand with the other. I want to carry her, but Ara would likely reject the idea. She’s too independent to be doted on for long. “Can you walk?”
“Yes, big dicked unicorn demon, I’m fine.” But when she takes a step and stumbles, I’m there to catch her. “Okay, maybe I’m a little sore.”
Damnit. I drop the tray back on the bed and use both hands to scoop her up and carry her out to the dining room area. I’m pissed at myself for fucking her so hard. And I’m doubly pissed at myself because I plan to do it again.
“I’m okay, Glitch. Really. Seriously, I’m just a little sore.”
“Which makes me want to rip my dick off and beat myself with it.”
“You’d likely give yourself a concussion. Have you seen the size of your cock?”
She’s making light of this? I gently place her down. “I’m really sorry I hurt you.”
“Sean.”
I freeze at the sound of my name.