Page 11 of Saving Love

BLAKELY

Igrab the next shirt from the laundry basket, tucking the sleeves in and then folding the remaining fabric in half before setting it on top of the stack of already folded shirts. I can’t keep the smile off my face, even as I do such a mundane task as laundry.

Being with Cassian makes everything better. Even breathing. I feel like I’m finally taking full breaths for the first time in years. Maybe the first time ever. Without crushing fear and paralyzing anxiety, I feel lighter and brighter in almost every way.

Cassian and I spent yesterday afternoon touring the work site. He showed me the plans for the town, though he admitted they still had a lot of work to do. Cassian had so much pride when talking about the construction projects and all the work he's already put into the place. I could tell he was trying to impress me, or at the very least, show me the potential of the town. I'm starting to believe he really wants me to stay with him, for good.

"There you are," Cassian says, coming up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist. I love that this is becoming another normal thing for us. It feels so natural like we've always held each other in this way. "What are you up to? I just got done with the project I was working on in the backyard."

“Just folding some laundry,” I reply as I melt into his chest. Cassian lets out a grunt, the sound vibrating through him and into me.

“I told you already, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You don’t have to earn your keep.”

"I know," I say softly, turning my head so I can brush a kiss on the side of his neck. "But what if I want to take care of you?"

A tortured groan leaves his lips as his hands slide down my body, feeling every inch of my torso and hips. I’d be self-conscious about my extra weight, but Cassian seems to like everything about me. My suspicions are confirmed when he rubs his thick, hard length against my ass, making me moan.

“Can I take care of you, beautiful?” he asks, his voice gruff with need.

“Wh-what do you mean?” I reply, trailing off into a soft whimper when he dips his fingertips under the hem of my shirt. His teasing touch ignites a fire that never really went out since our kiss yesterday. It’s been simmering, brewing, boiling… and now it’s about to consume us both.

“Do you trust me?”

Cassian keeps asking me that. Each time, my answer becomes easier. “Yes,” I say with a nod.

“Good girl.” My pussy spasms at his words, and I swear Cassian smells me getting wet for him as he groans and cups my bare breasts beneath my shirt. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Cassian kisses across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. I find myself nodding, going along with his demands so I can have more of his skin on my skin. I want to give him everything, all of me. I want him to be my first, and I pray he’ll be my last. My only.

“Tell me,” he growls softly into the hollow of my neck before licking me there.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes, what?” he grunts, kissing his way back up my neck and pulling my earlobe in between his teeth.

“Yes, I’m yours,” I breathe out.

“Damn right you are,” he says right before spinning me around and claiming my lips as his own. All other thoughts and worries about the future fall right out of my head. All I can focus on is being backed into the desk in the corner of the living room and lifted up by Cassian’s hands on my thighs.

I part my legs for him, whimpering when he steps in between them and rubs his hard cock over my center.

“Fuck, I feel your heat. Are you wet for me? Do you need this, Blakely?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin material of the sweatpants I’m wearing.

“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.

Cassian kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, his touch.

“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.

Cassian grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy, over the fabric of my clothes. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.

“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.

“So why don’t you touch me for real?”

His eyes go dark and his jaw tenses right before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away from me, it’s so he can kneel down and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the fabric.

Cassian growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. I lift my hips up and watch as he peels them off in one swift move.

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