Page 71 of Blade
“Then I learned what true gallantry is. In the real world, not in fairy tales. It’s the rough-talking, strong protector, disguised in black armor. His horse is made of steel, and his gaze is sharp and deadly. His heart is noble, his resolve impressive, and his loyalty unquestionable. He is the villain in the story. The manwe are taught to despise, but sometimes true beauty is hidden behind a menacing stare, and true danger is blinded by a radiant smile.”
I lean forward and kiss his lips, reveling in their softness, loving the scratch of his jaw against mine.
Pulling away, I whisper huskily, “I know what man I would choose every single time, and I was kind of wondering if you would do me the honor of indulging my fantasies instead of watching one on the set.”
“Fantasies?”
He lifts one eyebrow, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.
“That depends on what they are?”
“It kind of involves picking up and carrying on where we left off before life rudely interrupted what started as a very satisfying day.”
“Darlin’–” He grips my face between his huge hands and stares deep into my eyes.
“Just for the record, I want you more than to breathe right now. I have done since you stepped out of the cabin in the mountain in one of my t-shirts. When you smile, I am lost, but you’re hurting. You suffered so much at the hands of men who should have known better, and I won’t be the man to exploit you at a time when you should be healing.”
“Even if it’s the thing I want most in the world?”
My eyes drop and I murmur, “I have never had the fairytale, Blade. Just once in my life I want to choose. And well–”
I raise my eyes and smile.
“I choose you every fucking time.”
His lips crash onto mine and knock the breath from my lungs, and his fingers twist in my hair, his kiss torching my world.
I push his jacket from his back, his other hand returning the favor, and if ever this was an advert for ripping our clothes off, this is that time.
His hand slides under my t-shirt, my nails rake his back, and a low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he pulls me roughly to my feet.
He lifts me up and my legs lock around his waist, our kisses almost tribal, desperate and destructive.
I lean back, his teeth grazing my neck, and we stumble toward the bedroom, his foot kicking the door, so it swings back on its hinge.
I’m lowered to the floor as he rips off his clothes and I waste no time and discard mine until we stand naked, eyeing one another up like prize fighters before a fight, my need all-consuming, the desire electric.
My prince of darkness. I knew that he would come, and as he reaches out his hand, I take it without hesitation, and he draws me gently with him onto the bed.
CHAPTER 32
BLADE
Halle fucking lujah. We have pussyfooted around one another for too long already, and it was always going to lead here.
My eyes burn with possession. Delilah is mine, and I’ve known that for some time. But I backed off, giving her space, and with one nod from her pretty head, I am so done with waiting.
Her body is small compared to mine, and I’m conscious to treat her like a delicate flower that I could easily crush if I’m too heavy-handed. I lower her gently onto the bed, feasting my eyes on her perfect skin, her tapered hips, the swell of her full breasts.
Her eyes are bright and laden with lust, and she swipes her tongue along her lower lip, her gaze hauntingly beautiful. I could stare at her all day and be happy, but my lips ache to sample her sweet flesh.
My tongue runs a trail down her neck, licking the crease of her breast, my attention turning to her erect nipples. She moans softly as I suck one into my mouth, relishing the taste of her, in no hurry to rush.
My cock is throbbing so hard it almost hurts and I pity her for its attention. It’s doubtful she will escape it for long, and with adeep breath, I return my attention to giving her pleasure. Always her pleasure first before I earn the right to mine.
As I travel down, I savor every moment of deprivation. This is not about me. She deserves the happy ending she craved growing up. I push aside the guilt it could be with me; I want more for her, but when you already know nobody can love and protect her like I can; it is up to me to make sure she realizes that.
She tasted sweet in the open air and now I can take my time. One finger closes inside her as my thumb rubs against her clit, my breath hot and heavy on her glistening pussy as I take my time and sample her sweet pleasure.
