Page 13 of Blade
“I can wearwhatever the hellI want,” she continues. “My body isn’t yours, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of! I get to decide who I marry,not you.”
I grit my teeth against her shouted confession. I hate whoever told her this shit. I mean, what the fuck?
My girl heaves in a huge breath, then screams nonsense words until she’s shaking with the effort. Another inhale, and she lets out a shrill screech, the sound ripping open my heart as I hold her through the storm of emotions bearing down on her.
Finally, Sonya is out of breath, and she collapses against me, silent tears streaming down her face.
“I’m right here,” I tell her, gently turning her so we’re facing each other. She buries her head into my chest, and I cradle her in my embrace, protecting her from every damn thing. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Let it out.”
“I-I-I…” she stutters. “It’s too much.”
“It’s what you need. I don’t know everything about your past, but you’ve got some chains that need to be broken, yeah? It hurts, but it’s worth it to be free.”
“Free,” she whispers, nodding into my chest.
We stay wrapped up in each other for long moments. Sonya’s breathing slowly returns to normal, her tears drying on my shirt the longer we hold each other.
Eventually, I peel Sonya off my chest, cupping her cheek in the palm of my hand. Blue eyes crash into mine, a little watery from crying but shining with gratitude and a strength I always knew was there.
I lean down as she rises to her toes, our lips meeting in the middle. Sonya melts into me as I sip from her sweetness, one kiss leading to another, another, deeper, more, more…
She opens up for me, and I slide my tongue between her lips, lapping at the roof of her mouth and then tangling my tongue with hers. Sonya gasps and tilts her head up, exposing her neck to me. I groan and nip at her sensitive skin, nearly losing my mind when she lets out a breathy little moan.
My hands move from her back to her hips, gliding up and down her curves before cupping her generous ass.
“Blade,” she rasps. Her eyes are closed, her lips swollen and perfect. “Do that again.”
“How do good girls ask?” I murmur into the side of her neck.
Sonya snaps her eyes open, glaring at me before a playful smirk spreads across her features. “Please do that again,sir.”
“Fuck me. When you ask so nicely…”
This time, my lips fuse with hers as I lift her, capturing her startled gasp in my mouth while I continue to devour her. Sonya automatically wraps her legs around my hips, and I growl at how goddamn good it feels having her curves pressed against the hard slats of my muscles.
I walk a few steps back toward my bike and set her on the seat, facing me. Her hands crawl up my shirt, tugging at me to get me closer. I grin, loving that she’s as eager and desperate for my touch as I am for hers. Without her telling me, I know my girl hasn’t had much experience, if any. I’m all too happy to be the one to explore this side of her.
When our lips meet again, the pull is even stronger. I open my mouth wider, kiss her deeper, needing more, needing something, needing to consume her completely. Sonya moans again, her fingers digging into the back of my head as she takes what she wants from me.
“Fuck,” I breathe once we break apart.
We’re both out of breath, panting for air. Sonya wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my chest, suddenly shy.
I untangle her arms and kneel in front of her. “Hey,” I say softly. “Was that okay? Did I…” Jesus, I couldn’t live with myself if I pressured her into a physical relationship. I didn’t even know it was going to happen. We just… we kissed, and I lost my damn mind.
“Okay? Um, yeah. Better than I ever could have hoped for.” Her cheeks are flushed from our kiss, but they turn crimson at her confession.
The vise around my heart loosens, and I stand, crushing her in my arms again. “Good,” I grunt, making Sonya laugh. I’ll never get tired of hearing that sound.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “For everything. I wasn’t expecting this when I woke up this morning, but I’m not complaining.”
The most adorable smile stretches across her lips, and I can’t help but lean down and taste it for myself. We get lost in each other once more, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one.
I’m the first to pull away, though it takes considerable effort not to lay her on the ground and lick up every inch of her curvy, delectable little body.
“Ready for your first day on the job?” I ask, changing the subject. I need to get my hard-as-fuck dick under control before getting back on my bike.
“Yes, sir,” she purrs.