After making sure my girl understands that there is nothing and no one for me but her, we walk back into the living room. “All good?” Clint asks and we both nod. “Good, have a seat, we have some important things to discuss.” I had already learned quite a bit about Angel over dinner. Her life has b
“Come on.” He says, crooking his fingers at me. “Let’s have a go. You need a challenge, someone who will hit back.” “I have no intention of having to answer to Cara about why you’re all bloody and bruised.” He smiles at me. “Then I guess it’s good I’m mated to a Guardian. Apparently, when you comp
I’m excited about training. It’s been years since I trained with my father and I was getting really strong then. ‘We’ll get stronger much faster with Clint as our instructor.’ Alessia says. ‘Do you remember training with him, or remember Andra training with him?’ I ask. ‘Yes, he was patient but t
He tosses the towel on a chair and walks up to me as he’s talking. His hands go to my arms running up and down as if he’s checking for injuries. “I…..um…” My brain isn’t working. I can feel the heat of his body, still warm from his shower. His intoxicating scent seems stronger, and it’s making my h
My Angel sings like an angel. Holy shit. Her voice is beautiful. As she sings, I take a guess on the title and look up the lyrics. I’m right the song is called Nocturne. It is a much softer song than what I would normally choose, but when my angel sings, it’s alluring. As she finishes, I kiss the t
My sweet angel is dripping wet for me and I growl softly, making her moan in response. I begin rubbing circles around her clit as she continues to rub against me. It doesn’t take long for her find her release. Her scream of pleasure wakes her and I can see that she’s as disoriented as I was for a mo
Well, that’s one way to wake up in the morning. After dreaming about Liam between my legs, trying to find my release, waking to my actual release, the first ever in my life, then having the real-life version of Liam between my legs, my mind and body are on overload. The things that man can do with h
“I can cut it for you.” He looks at me and I shrug. “I used to cut both my mom and dad’s hair.” “I’d like that, maybe this evening after shopping.” He kisses my nose again then hands me a washcloth. “Your hair is clean milady.” “Thank you.” We finish showering and when it’s time to get dressed, I