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Blake groans loudly, kissing my neck before pulling out and thrusting back in slowly while mutteringunder his breath, but I still hear him, “So fucking good, so tight.”

I moan as he picks up his pace and moves his hand to play with my clit. I feel my orgasm coming again as Blake slowly kisses me.

I moan his name as he pushes his face into my neck, biting me gently. I come strongly, tightening around him as I whisper Blake’s name on repeat. I feel Blake lose the last bit of his control as his thrusts become faster and frantic until he stills, finishing inside me, and groans my name into my neck. We stare at each other, and he kisses me sweetly before pulling out. I wince at the sting and the loss of him as he rolls off me and pulls me to lie on top of him while we get our breath back.

Blake pulls the condom off and ties it before throwing it into the bin by his bed and looking at me. I try not to notice the blood on the condom.

“Wow, beauty, just wow,” he says with a grin and slowly kisses me, showing me how he feels more than words can.

I grin back and say, “I agree, that was pretty epic.”

He smiles at me with such warmth that I feel my heart racing. “I'm going to run you a bath because you will be sore, and you’ve bled a little,” he says and kisses my head. I blush a little at the reminder of the blood, but knowing it doesn’t bother Blake helps me.

“You might want to answer your phone while I do; you know they love you, and they’re just worried.” He walks off into the bathroom, and I hear the bath running a few moments later.

I lean down and find my phone on the bedside cabinet. I see I have several missed calls from Sebastian and Elliot, and messages from Harley and Luke. They all say they are sorry and that they want me home. I decide to text Sebastianrather than all of them.

Me: I’ll be back tonight, I just need some time. I'm safe and I love you all no matter what, you’re my family. X

He replies quickly, which makes me feel bad as he was waiting for a reply.

Sebastian (the best bro): All right but we are worried, see you tonight as I guess nothing we can say will make you come back now. We love you too, Izzy, we only want to keep you safe. x

Me: I know, that's why I'm not mad. I saw how dangerous that place was. I just need some time and I am safe, I promise x

I turn my phone off and walk naked into the bathroom. Blake is leaning over the tub, turning the taps off. It's a massive, claw-tub bath, and I feel very excited to get in it.

“I’m so fucking lucky,” he mutters, looking me over, and it makes me blush.

Blake smiles gently before holding a hand out, which I happily accept, and I climb into the bath. I feel a sting as the water hits me, but, instantly, I feel better. I’m enjoying the bath so much, I don’t notice Blake stripping his clothes off until he moves me so he can sit behind me, and I snuggle up to his chest.

“You okay?” he asks and kisses my hair.

“Yes, I couldn't imagine my first time being better,” I say honestly, as I have no regrets.

“I’m sorry it wasn't more. I don't know how to be romantic, and I just had to have you,”he says, running his hands down my wet arms.

I laugh. “Today was perfect, I'm glad you are my first,” I whisper.

“If I have my way, I’ll be your last, too,” he whispers into my ear. With those sweet words, my heart sinks further in love with Blake.

“Tell me about your mother,” Blake asks as we relax.

“She was kind, I mean really kind. I’ve never known anyone like her before. I always remember how every Christmas she would make those shoeboxes full of presents for the homeless centre. Every night after work for a month, she would make them with whatever money we had. I always helped, and then a few days before Christmas, she would spend the entire day giving them out. People always loved my mum, but she never let them close. I wonder if that was my father’s fault,” I tell him.

“I don’t know, but she sounds like an amazing person,” he says a little tensely. I wonder if my father had something to do with how my brothers are now. I don’t want to ruin this by asking.

“She was. I wish I’d had more time with her, but I’m grateful for the boys.”

“I think they’re more grateful for you. They have a hard time trusting anyone, and you’re so kind. You’re like your mother, I’m guessing. It’s hard to not love you.”

My heart catches at his words, noticing that maybe he loves me, too. “I hope I’m like her. I want some part of her to live through me. I think she would have liked the boys.”

“You’re more like her than you’ll ever know, but I’m sure she is proud of who you are. Like I hope my dad is.” He sighs.

“He is,” I comment, and I feel Blake’s arms tighten around me. We don’t say any more as we wash each other and gently kiss.

We spend the day watching movies, which, of course, couldn’t be anything romantic but ended up being a comedy instead. Talking about our lives is more fun than the movies, anyway.

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