I was sure of it.
A strong arm came around my waist and moved me so my ass tilted back. His cock rubbed against my entrance only for a moment, before he thrust in, hard, fast and to the hilt. He grunted, and the sound caused another ripple of pleasure to course through me. There seemed to be no end to it, and as he thrust in and out, balls slapping against me, I began to think I might never recover from tonight.
He’s going to kill me with bliss.
Donovan had been wrong when he said he might not last long. His dick had stamina. The longer he lasted, the rougher his thrusts became. His fingers dug into my skin, and his teeth sunk into my flesh as he chased his release. When he finally came, he roared it for the world to hear. The sound he made was the best thing I’d heard for a long time.
Passion and rage all rolled into one.
My kindred spirit.
Chapter Eight
Blade
I watched Layla sleep as I pulled on my clothes. She had the ability to look as sexy asleep as she did awake. Her long, dark hair fanned out over her bare back and the bed. My gaze travelled down her body, and my dick threatened to harden again at the sight of her waist, ass and legs. Everything about her was spectacular. But her physical beauty paled in comparison to her inner beauty.
Kind, nurturing and resilient; I was drawn to her.
We shared a connection I struggled to understand.
But I felt it.
I sat on her bed to put my boots on, and the shifting of the bed woke her. She rolled to her side, propped herself on her elbow and watched me silently.
We don’t need words.
I gave her my eyes for a couple of moments before focusing back on my boots. When I stood, she murmured, “Thank you.”
I turned. “For the sex?”
“No, for not judging me.”
Fuck.
I’d never judge her.
I nodded. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow, make sure you’re okay.”
“Okay,” she said softly. Sleepily.
“Do you have to close up?”
“No, Jess and Damian can do it.”
“Good. Get some sleep,” I said. With one last look at her, I turned and headed downstairs.
The bar was nearly empty. Over the last few months, I’d noticed a steady decline in business, and wondered how Layla kept it running.
“Blade!”
I turned and found Jess staring at me. “Yeah,” I said, walking towards her.
“Is Layla coming down?”
“No. Said you guys would close up.”
She grinned. “You knocked her flat, huh?”