Page 119 of Victorious: Part 2
“Sore,” I admit with a laugh. “But good sore. Amazingly sore.”
His smile turns wicked. “You don’t know how much it turns me on to know that I’m the only man who will ever make you sore.”
Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, I can’t help but smile. “Well, thank God you’re good at it then, otherwise, I might have needed to be a little more adventurous.”
He narrows his eyes at me playfully. “Nuh-uh.” His hands run down cupping my pussy, causing me to inhale sharply. “This is allmine, baby. No one else comes close to what’smine.Understand?”
Pursing my lips, I raise my brow at him, rocking my pussy into his hand. “Well, then, like I said, you’re just lucky you have a magic cock, because—”
He cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine playfully, a light chuckle escaping his throat as he rolls on top of me. My legs wrap around his naked body, and I moan into his mouth, my tongue finding his as we rock together. His cock begins to harden as our bodies move together, and just as I think we’re about to really heat this up—
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Phoenix pulls back from me as I huff, groaning in my frustration. He simply smiles, sliding some hair from my face. “Look at your watch, Clo. Is it your heart rate or a twenty-minute warning alert?”
Frowning, I know I don’t even need to look. I already feel the slight dizziness coming on. Sinking back into the pillow, I frown at him, making puppy dog eyes.
He chuckles, catching on instantly. “I’m gonna grab us some breakfast,” Phoenix says, pressing another kiss to my forehead before rolling off me and sitting up. “You stay here, rest up. Because when I get back, and we’ve eaten, I’m picking this right back up where we left off.”
“Room service?” I ask hopefully.
He picks up his cell from the side table, checking the lock screen for messages. I smirk, seeing the picture of us that he made me send to him to use as his wallpaper. With no messages, he stands and starts pulling on his clothes. “Better. There’s a little diner across the street that looks promising. Real food for my wife.” He grins as he pulls on his jeans. “Any requests?”
“Coffee. Lots of coffee. And something with bacon.”
“You got it.” He leans down to kiss me one more time, and I catch his hand.
“Phoenix?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you. In case I forgot to mention that between all the screaming of your name last night.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest. “I love you, too, Clover. More than I knew was possible.” He then walks over to the mini refrigerator in our room, grabs me a juice, and hurls it across the room at me. I catch it, and he winks at me. “Now drink your juice like a good girl. I want it all gone by the time I get back.”
Smirking, I pull off the straw and poke it in the hole. “You’re so bossy, you know that?”
He pulls open the door, reaching back for his wallet on the side table. “Well, if I left it to you, we’d be fucking right now, and you’d go into a diabetic coma. So, sometimes I have to be bossy.”
Chuckling, I take a sip of my juice and shrug. “But at least I’d go into the coma completely satiated.”
He groans as he walks out the door. “Jesus, I’ve only fucked you a few times and already you’re sex-crazed. I’m gonna need to work on my cardio to keep up with you at this rate.”
Waggling my brows, I drop the sheet covering me, showing him my completely naked body. “Hurry back, baby. Your sex-crazed wife wants her bacon, then you for dessert.”
Phoenix groans, clearly rearranges his cock in his jeans, then smiles at me. “I’ll be back soon. Drink your juice, you animal.”
Giggling, I bring my straw to my lips as he closes the door behind him, and I sink back down into the bed. Nothing but happiness flows through me that I could be so lucky to be with a man like him. Someone who takes such good care of me.
I stretch luxuriously in the bed, every muscle in my body reminding me of exactly how thoroughly my husband took care of me last night. I’m still smiling when Dracula jumps up onto the bed, settling himself on my lap with a contented purr.
“Good morning to you, too, you little chaos demon,” I chime,scratching behind his ears. “Did you sleep well despite all the noise we made?”
He blinks at me slowly, like he’s judging my life choices but has decided to approve for now. I laugh, pulling him closer as I settle back against the pillows, drinking the last of my juice.
This is perfect.
This moment, this feeling, this cat purring on my chest while I wait for my husband to bring me breakfast. For the first time in weeks, I feel completely safe and happy.
