Page 81 of Awakening

My body is still shaking when he kisses his way up my abdomen to each breast again. “I don’t just love you, Olivia. I fucking worship you,” he says right before he devours my mouth with his kiss, and enters me in one hard thrust. I moan into his mouth as he dominates my body. My head spins as my senses continue to be in a state of overwhelm. His movements are slow and deliberate. He fills me completely and brushes against every nerve with each thrust. I’m lost in my own personal cloud of pleasure when I feel his hands untying my wrists.

“Touch me, baby. I need to feel your hands on me.”

My arms ache when I bring them down, at first wrapping them around his neck, then exploring every muscle definition in his back. I cling to him, pulling him as close to me as I can. He kisses his way down my neck to the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, kissing the sensitive flesh, and then sucking the skin into his mouth, and teasing it with his tongue. As I begin to pant and tense around him, he lifts off my blindfold.

“Look at me, Olivia. I want you to see me when I make you feel like this. I do this to you, baby. No one else. Me.”

His steel blue eyes are fixed on me as he quickens his pace, and I scream out as I shatter around him, clinging to him with my arms as my legs wrap tightly around his waist until I become lightheaded. He joins me with a low growl and his lips on mine as I go limp in his arms.

Ethan

I pull back from our kiss to see her lying beneath me with her eyes closed, breathing deeply. “Olivia?” I say, quietly. I kiss her on her cheek, and then again softly on her lips. I smile to myself. She’s out. She doesn’t know this, but this happens to her every time we do this. The first time we experimented with this, she resisted it much the same way. Over time, she became more comfortable, and even enjoyed giving herself over to my complete control. Olivia likes knowing what to expect, and with her werewolf senses still being somewhat new, and very heightened, giving over control like this can be a sensory overload for someone like her.

Climbing out of bed, I pull the covers over her and go to the bathroom to start a warm bath, as I usually do when this happens. When I’m satisfied with the temperature, and the bath has filled to a suitable level, I return to the bedroom. She’s still covered up and fast asleep. I could just let her sleep, but I always want to be sure she’s okay after such an emotionally and physically overwhelming experience. This time, I also selfishly want to be sure she wakes up remembering how I just made her feel.

I remove the covers and lift her into my arms, then carry her into the bathroom. Keeping her in my arms, I step into the oversized bathtub, and lower us slowly. Once I’m seated, I settle her between my legs in front of me with her back to my chest. Soaking in the warm water for several minutes, I just enjoy the feeling of her against my chest. When she was taken from me, I was genuinely afraid I would never get to experience this kind of closeness with her again. I can handle most things in life. Losing Olivia isn’t one of them.

Retrieving the body wash from the ledge, I begin to wash her as I massage every part of her body I can reach. I start talking to her as she begins to stir so she doesn’t startle.

“Olivia, you’re with me, baby. I put us in the bath.” I lean forward and kiss her temple. “Are you okay?”

“Mm.” She tilts her head to look back at me with heavy eyes. “This feels amazing,” she whispers. “I guess I fell asleep.”

“You did.” I smile into her hair before kissing the top of her head. “You always do.”

“I do?”

“Yes.”

“Do you always prepare a bath for us?”

“I do. It allows me to gently wake you up and take care of you.”

She looks back at me and gives me a small smile. “You really do like to take care of me, don’t you?”

“More than anything,” I say, kissing her cheek. “The water is going to get cool soon. Let’s get you out of here and back into bed.” She starts to stand, but I put my hand on her shoulder. “Just wait. Let me help you.” I stand and get out of the bathtub, then take her hands, and assist her with stepping out of the tub. I reach over and grab an oversized towel from the warming rack. “Here we go.” I wrap the warm towel around her, and wrap one around my waist as I dry her off. I take a fresh towel from the rack, discard her wet towel, then surround her with the new towel to keep her warm while I finish drying off myself. “Let’s go to bed.”

I lead her to the bedroom where we both drop our towels and climb into our bed. Pulling her to me, I wrap her in my arms, surrounding her with my warmth as she snuggles into my chest. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

She’s quiet for a moment. “I didn’t think I would, but I did. Very much. Tonight was…it was something I’ve never experienced before…at least, I don’t remember experiencing it.” She pulls herself from my chest, looking up at me. “I’m sorry for doubting you. I never should have accused you of being with someone else. And, you’re right. Anthony has no place in our relationship. I want you to know that I had already asked him to stop texting me.”

“Thank you for doing that. I really do appreciate it,” I say, caressing the soft silkiness of her back. “Knowing that you believe you’re the only one for me means everything to me, Olivia. I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you too, and I believe I owe you a phone.”

“Yes, I believe you do,” she says with a scolding raise of her eyebrows.

“I’m sorry for my angry outburst.”

“I suppose I can find it in me to forgive you,” she says, smiling as she leans down to kiss my chest. “You’re lucky you’re so good at preparing a nice bath,” she says.

“Oh, so it’s the bath that impresses you?” I laugh, looking down at her as she grins.

She rises, looking into my eyes. “I think you know it’s more than that.”

“Do you trust that I love you, and only want to take care of you?”

“I do.” She leans in, and kisses me with her full, soft lips.

“I love you, Olivia. It will always only be you.”

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