Page 64 of Until I Own You

His heaving chest presses against my back.

I can feel his heart racing, racing, racing…slowing.

Seth swallows, thick and loud, and he lifts his mouth to my ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” That’s all I can manage when my mind is still swimming with the wonderful flush of sex.

He rubs my arms up and down. “Lay down with me, Bridget.”

I nod. It is heavy and unwieldy on my neck. I’m here, but I’m not. I’m out flying somewhere. Could this be the subspace I heard about?

I’m in heaven and I don’t know if I should come back down to earth.

Seth takes control. He slides out of me, leaving me empty and sated, and guides me to lie on the bed. Then he rolls me onto my side to face him, covering us and holds me tight. Like he is keeping me tethered here, to him.

“I’m going to get you some water and some chocolate, okay? It will help you.”

I nod.

He snugs the covers all around me, like my own little snuggle cave, before he heads to his bag.

After rummaging inside, he comes back, and helps me drink a few sips and feeds me two squares of chocolate. Lying next to me, he pulls me close, and his free hand moves to my ponytail.

With utmost care, he begins to undo it.

Slowly, I came back into my body.

Wow. I had no idea it would be like this.

When I watched scenes, the aftercare has always confused me. The switch in energy never made complete sense.

Now I get it. I understand. After all the intensity, it is necessary to slow down, remind us both who we are beyond the dynamic of sub and Dom.

We are Bridget and Seth.

There is so much baggage that comes with that, baggage I was able to push away in the throes of pleasure and self-discovery.

Baggage that now threatens to scare me away.

“Bridget, could you open your eyes, please?”

I do.

All the fear of baggage melts away when Seth’s blue gaze meets mine while his lips linger on my hands.

I find myself smiling. A stupid smile, most likely.

“Here, have some more water,” he says.

I realize just how parched I still am.

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck. So tender… “Tilt your head back.”

“I can…” I reach for the bottle. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Seth says.

My eyes widen, but I follow his instruction, tilting my head back.

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