Page 85 of Stalked
“Shh, wildflower. It's me.” My voice is still thick with sleep.
Her head turns, those amber eyes wide and disoriented as they lock with mine. For a split second, confusion clouds her features.
Then recognition dawns across her face like a sunrise, and her body melts back against mine. The tension dissolves from her shoulders and her spine. She sinks into me as naturally as breathing.
“Vane,” she whispers. My name on her lips is the sweetest sound I've ever heard. “I thought... For a moment, I wasn't sure if it was real.”
I run my thumb across the mark I left on her collarbone—dark purple against her olive skin. “Does this feel real enough for you?” I ask, applying enough pressure to make her shiver.
Lia's lips curve into a sleepy smile, and she reaches back to thread her fingers through my hair. “Very real,” she murmurs.
That simple gesture—her reaching for me instead of away—sends a surge of satisfaction through me. “I half expected you to bolt again,” I admit, nuzzling into her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin mixed with mine. “Old habits and all that.”
She shakes her head slightly, pressing her body more firmly against mine. “I told you I’m not going anywhere,” she says. “I'm exactly where I want to be.”
I press a kiss to Lia's shoulder before reluctantly disentangling myself from her warm body. “Stay there, wildflower. I'll get breakfast started.”
Her eyes follow me as I pull on my boxer briefs. “You cook?”
“I've had years to develop skills I thought might impress you.” I lean down to kiss her forehead. “Besides, my brothers would've starved if I hadn't learned as a teen.”
In her kitchen, I find eggs, bread, and coffee. There's something intensely satisfying about being in her space like this. I hear the padding of her feet before I feel her arms wrap around my waist from behind, her cheek pressed between my shoulder blades.
“I could get used to this view every morning,” she murmurs.
I turn, lifting her chin with my finger. “You will. I'm moving you into my place tomorrow.”
Instead of the resistance I half-expected, she simply nods. “Okay.”
“Okay? Just like that?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Just like that.” Her fingers trace the tattoo on my chest. “Fifteen years is long enough to be apart, don't you think?”
“You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that.”
While the coffee brews, I start on the eggs. Lia watches me, perched on the counter, wearing nothing but my discarded shirt from last night.
“Feed me?” She asks, her eyes darkening with desire. “Can I warm your cock while you feed me breakfast?”
My breath catches. Even after everything we've done, she still manages to surprise me. I approach her and cup her face, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl this morning?”
She nods. “I want to feel you in my pussy while you take care of me.”
I grab the plate of food and pull Lia onto my lap, positioning my chair next to the small kitchen table instead of facing it. This way, I can easily reach the plates of food I've prepared while keeping her exactly where I want her.
“Come here, wildflower,” I murmur, guiding her legs to straddle me. I slide my hands up her thighs, my fingers digging into her hips as I position her over me. “Slow and easy now.”
Lia's eyes lock with mine as she sinks down, taking me fully inside her. The heat of her envelops me, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust up into her warmth.
“Stay still,” I command softly. “Just keep me warm inside you while you eat.”
She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck and adjusting herself until she's perfectly settled on my lap, her body connected to mine in the most intimate way possible. Unlike at the feast, where she couldn't see my reactions, now her face is inches from mine, allowing me to watch every flicker of pleasure cross her features.
I reach for a piece of toast, spreading butter followed by honey before bringing it to her lips. “Open.”
Lia obeys, taking a small bite. A droplet of honey catches on her lower lip, and I lean forward to lick it off, savoring the sweetness mixed with her taste.
“Good girl,” I praise, feeding her another bite while my free hand strokes her back under my shirt. “So perfect like this.”
