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
Cara’s request to keep Angel longer is advantageous. It means I will have more time with Eli today. As I walk out with Rik, I ask the question that’s been sitting uneasily in my mind. “How do you do it?” I ask and look at him. “Which part?” He asks chuckling. I chuckle too. “Sorry. How do you han
Swimming in the pool feels really good. Clint takes it slow with me, helping me to stretch muscles that haven’t been used in too many years. Cara laps me over and over. I’m reminded of one of those Avengers movies Dad was able to get for us when we were in the cabin, the guy on the track saying “on
So, I do what I’ve done every time something bad happens. I run. I duck out of the packhouse not letting anyone see me. As soon as I see the forest, I take off. I may have been tired earlier, but my adrenaline is pumping now. In a fight or flight situation, I fly. And that’s what I’m doing. I’m runn
I have never, not once, begged for anything, and definitely not while I was on my knees. Not until today. Today, I will do anything that this woman wants me to do, if she will only stay with me. Rik’s words come flooding back into my head. ‘Be everything she needs and wants you to be.’ I didn’t know
“Why?” “He’s the man that murdered my mother. I found him about six months ago.” I look down. I’m not proud, telling her about what I‘ve done. It makes me feel ashamed, even when I believe that he deserves everything he gets. “I’ve been trying to get him to tell me why he killed my mother, but he