Page 50 of Torch

He jerked his head back, astonished. “Yes, I was angry, but, baby, my silence had nothing to do with you. I was trying to calm myself down. I wanted to kill that motherfucker,” he declared.

I gasped in shock. “W-what?”

He pulled my body to his. “Beautiful, what type of man do you take me for? Do you honestly believe I would allow someone to verbally and physically harm the woman I love and do nothing about it?”

Right then, all the tears I had been holding in fell free. I felt like all I did was cry these days. My grandpa used to always say that tears cleansed the soul. Over the past month, I have started to feel lighter than ever. So, I guess the old man was right.

“Love?” I echoed softly.

He kissed my lips softly. “Yes, love.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling me into his lap. “Brit, you have my heart, baby. Pretty sure you snatched it the second I grabbed your hand in Vegas. The way I feel about you is so intense it's scary. I always swore I would never be in this place with a woman. Now that it’s here, I don’t have a single regret. I love you. I am madly in love with you, beautiful.”

He tried wiping my tears, but they were flowing like a river. After hearing everything he had to say, I felt a little silly doubting him. Christian had proved himself a long time ago. It was time I stopped holding on to all the what-ifs and possibilities and trusted that what we shared was mutual.

“I love you, too, Christian. And I’m not just saying it back. I’ve known for a while now. I just panicked when I felt your reaction to Julian's words.”

Christian chuckled, shaking his head. “Baby, that was me stopping myself from killing him in front of you. All I wanted to do was run back to him and finish the job.”

I frowned at him. That was the second time he said that, and something told me he meant it. “Christian, I don’t want you getting into any kind of trouble. He’s not worth it.”

He stared into my eyes fiercely. “Brit, I’ll burn this world down to the fuckin’ ground for you. When it comes to the ones I love, I will gladly take my mugshot with a smile on my face, and that’s never changing.”

There he went again, sounding like my grandpa. He was a protector through and through. He didn’t mess around when it came to his loved ones. I just prayed the ass-whooping Christian gave Julian was enough to keep him away for good. Since there was nothing I could do to convince Christian to let this go, I brought my lips to his.

He palmed the side of my face as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Despite all the drama that occurred tonight, I wanted nothing more than to make love with him. I felt Christian’s hands move to the back of my dress before he ripped it in half.

I gasped at his strength as he tore the dress from my body. He helped me to my feet, letting the dress pool to the floor. Our mouths came together as we worked to shed his clothes. Once he was down to his briefs, he picked me up and laid me down. I was in nothing but a thong and my stilettos.

He crawled between my legs, sucking my lips into his mouth. I threw my arms around his neck, savoring the feeling of our naked flesh together. Christian began to kiss along my neck and then to my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking. My back arched off the bed. I could feel how damp my thong was.

With one hand pinching my nipple, his other moved between my legs. He rubbed through my panties lightly. It wasn’t enough. I felt like I was about to combust at any second.

“Christian,” I whined, thrusting my hips up.

He lifted his head and laughed. “Don’t worry, beautiful. There won’t be much teasing tonight.”

Christian slipped his hand inside my panties, finding my pearl. This time he added pressure. A moan slipped out of my mouth. He smothered it, kissing me deeply. I felt a finger probing my entrance as he made his way inside. Quickly, another followed. His fingers moved inside me at a steady pace while he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

Our mouths moved together while his fingers inched me higher and higher in ecstasy. I gripped his arms when my arousal gushed out of me as I climaxed.

He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked my juices off. “Mmm. That’s one,” he said, making his way down my body. He threw my legs over his shoulders, keeping his eyes on me. I propped myself up on my elbows, staring down at him in a trance. Taking my pearl into his mouth, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

I dropped my head, my chest heaving. With one stroke of his tongue, I could feel myself coming undone. His tongue moved through my folds with precision and purpose. What made it even better was how much he appeared to enjoy it. He widened my legs, pressing them to the bed. Soon his fingers joined in, and I was moaning to the top of my lungs.

“Christian. Ohhhh, I’m so close,” I cried, moving my hips against his mouth.

That only seemed to motivate him as he grunted his approval. He feasted on me like I was his favorite dessert. I was nearly about to black out from pleasure. Once he wrapped his lips around my pearl again and sucked, I came long and hard.

Christian got up from the bed, dropping his briefs. With all the strength I could muster, I got up before he could crawl back into bed. “Wait a second.”

He looked confused as I stood before making him sit at the edge. I dropped to my knees, watching his eyes darken with lust. I bit my lip seductively, gripping his hard rod in my hands. Slowly, I started to jack him while staring at that masterpiece between his legs. Christian was long and thick with a slight curve. He kept himself trimmed low, allowing every inch to be on display. I never thought I would say a man's dick was beautiful, but his was.

Leaning forward, I licked the precum that was oozing out.

“Fuck,” he groaned, clenching the sheets.

Loving his reaction, I sucked the head into my mouth. I could hear him huffing and puffing above me. Inch by inch I sucked him into my mouth. In no way was I a pro at giving oral, but I had seen a porn or two. I made sure to slurp and drag my tongue underneath with each pull. Christian had a tight grip on my hair. I could tell he was holding himself back. I placed a hand on top of his, forcing my head down even more. He caught the hint and took over guiding my pace.

“Fuck, baby. Shit!” he yelled, lifting his ass off the mattress.