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A slow smile spread across my face as I lifted my fingers and tasted his release. I felt naughty, and I loved it.

His eyes flared with a slightly unhinged gleam, and I knew our night wasn’t over.

Chapter

Forty-Eight

Stone

I’d battled it. Fought it. But in the end, there was only so much room in my heart, and Beulah was quickly filling it. Taking all I had to give. The more I got to know her, the further I was consumed. It was as if I had put my soul in her hands.

Last night had been it. Changed it all. From now on, every step and every choice in my life would be centered around Beulah. I didn’t regret it. How could I when I had never felt such complete joy? Any darkness, pain, or anger that had been a constant before her no longer mattered. Her presence brought me balance. Gave me a purpose.

I would fight. I would face whatever was necessary to keep her.

Taking a drink of my coffee, I leaned against the doorframe, watching her sleep. We’d had another intense round last night where I was positive I left a handprint on her left butt cheek. I woke her up after a few hours’ sleep and made love to her. We took it slow that time. I tasted her while she squirmed and pulledmy hair.

The memory made me hard. I had to keep my distance as she slept now.

She needed her rest. Even in her sleep, she smiled softly. I’d put that there. My chest felt like it would explode. The idea of beating my hands against it like a caveman was tempting. She was asleep and completely exhausted because I’d given her more pleasure than she could take. I wasn’t an easy man to love. I was easier to hate. I knew that.

But if I could keep her by giving her that kind of pleasure, I saw that as a win-win for both of us. Being inside her was more than just a fuck. It was mind-blowing. Soul claiming.

She stretched, causing her small feet to peek out from the covers. Her arms lifted over her head, and she yawned. Being able to witness her like this was only feeding the beast in my chest. The one that was no longer pacing and unsettled but satisfied with claiming what he’d known had been his all along. Even though I’d had her clinging to me, clawing me, and begging me to fuck her, she still held that beautiful innocent glow.

Her pale blonde hair spread out over the pillow as she turned her head toward me. Two slow blinks and then a small, shy smile. Exactly as I’d imagined it. I’d watched her, studied her, and been fascinated by her from day one. I knew her expressions. I knew what made her smile and how to cause anger to flash in her stunning eyes. When she tried to hide an emotion, I knew it. There was little I didn’t know about her.

“Hi,” she whispered, then turned her body to face me.

“Hi,” I replied. I stayed where I was enjoying the view. Trying like hell to believe it was real and not some fleeting dream.

She sat up, taking the covers with her to keep her naked body covered—as if I hadn’t memorized every inch of it already. But the modesty was cute. It was Beulah. I wouldn’t want her to change anything. She was exactly what I wanted.

“Have you been up long?” she asked, sitting there with her legs tucked underneath her.

“Not too long. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I made coffee and decided that watching you from a safe distance was better.”

She ducked her head and blushed. The shyness after last night’s wild and wicked events was as adorable as it was silly. She’d begged me to fuck her just hours ago. Now she was red in the face, knowing I watched her sleep.

“I’ve licked your slick pussy, bit your ass, and shot my come all over your stomach, back, and tits. Yet watching you sleep embarrasses you?” I was teasing her, taunting even.

She lifted her head, and the twinkle of mischief in her eyes made it hard to continue standing where I was. I wanted to be there in bed with her. Doing it all again.

Gripping the covers against her, she jumped up frantically. “Oh my God! Geraldine!”

I smirked. Did she really think I’d let her forget something important? She didn’t realize yet just how much I took care of her.

“I called her yesterday when I was headed back home. Let her know that you would need today off. I arranged for a friend of hers to take her shopping today. She’s excited about it.”

The small crease between her eyebrows as she measured my words was one I was fascinated with. I gave her time to process. She needed to know that last night wasn’t a spontaneous, reckless decision for me. I’d wanted it. Waited until I was free to have her. Have this.

“You knew we would…do this?” She was still frowning. I didn’t want her to think I’d taken her for granted. I hadn’t.

“No. What happened last night was so much more than I hoped for. But I did want time with you. Time to show you exactly how I felt. To see if you realized it was me you belonged with. That it always had been.”

Her tense expression eased, and the frown faded. A soft smile curled along her swollen pink lips. I would never lie to her. She’d had too many lies in her life so far. The truth, however, was a gamble. She may not always like to hear it. That wasn’t important now. There were things I needed to tell her and in time I would. For now, I wanted to focus on just us.

“Are you sore?” I asked her before she could say anything.

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