Page 72 of Sinful Blaze

I shuffle into the kitchen to get a glass of water. And shit, maybe a shot of something, I don’t know. I need to keep my head clear. At the same time, I need to do something to distract my thoughts from Daphne.

Good fucking luck, they whisper to me.

I’m on my way back to the living room when I hear a sound coming from the master bedroom. It could be nothing; she’s probably sound asleep.

But then I hear it again.

No one else is in here. No one else should be in here. Did she wake up?

I tiptoe closer to the bedroom door and freeze. There’s no mistaking that sound.

It’s a moan.

Her moan.

Oh, hell no.

I shove the door open with one hard push and brace myself for a fight. I don’t know with who, but whoever the fuck snuck past me is a dead man.

Except… there’s no one here. No one but Daphne, still in bed.

“Daphne?” I call out in a loud whisper. She doesn’t respond. I hear movements rustle the sheets, so I try again. “Daphne?”

The light spilling through the door is just enough to illuminate part of the bed. Enough to see the gentle rise of her body beneath the sheets. She doesn’t move, other than a sigh and a shift of her legs under the covers.

What the hell did I hear earlier?

There it is again. Daphne’s moan. Then Daphne’s sigh. Then another shift of Daphne’s legs.

“Pasha…” she murmurs.

The heat in my blood spikes. I creep into the bedroom, closer and closer to the bed, using what little light there is to try and make out the expressions on her sleeping face.

At this angle, I can see the covers bunched around her waist—and her hand down between her legs.

“Daphne…”

Her eyes remain closed, but she moans and shudders at the sound of her name on my lips. Her hand works that sweet spot more, but only enough to make her suck in another shivering gasp.

Oh. Fuck yes.

I’m not going anywhere.

I have no idea what will happen if she wakes up. But I don’t fucking care right now, because I want to know in exquisite detail what has her so hot and bothered—and then I want to make that come to life.

I bend toward her. “Tell me what you want, baby,” I breathe in her ear.

Her brow furrows, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to kiss the frown away.

“I… want…” Daphne mumbles in her sleep. “I… need…” She moans, louder this time, and those fingers work over her clit even more.

A wicked smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Me, don’t you? You want me?” At her slumped nod and roll of her hips, I keep going. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Be my good girl and take every fucking inch.”

Her legs kick the sheets down more. I can see her fingers dipping and massaging under her panties. I want to drag that damp fabric down, shove her hand aside, and wake her up by sliding right into her sweetness.

I pause and wait. My breath is caught in my throat, but Daphne’s ripples out of her in short, moaning bursts like crackling heat lightning. Her hand keeps going, but her eyes stay closed.

“Pasha…”

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