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Though it was a delicious soreness.
“I’m so sorry, baby.
Did I hurt you?”
he asked, narrowing his eyes.
His fingers brushed at the sides of my breasts softly.
I shook my head.
“No.
I’m fine.
Just a little sore.
They’ll get better tomorrow, I think.”
“I’m sorry.
I just,” he bit his lip, still eyeing the fingerprints he left on my sensitive skin, “couldn’t keep my hands away from them.
They’re too marvelous and perfect for me to stay away.”
Blushing, I slapped his hands away.
It seemed he was obsessed with my chest like he was with my hair.
“Can we go sleep now?
I’m tired.”
I pouted.
“As my queen commands.”
He captured my lips again into a scorching kiss and scooped me into his arms.
Naked.
“The blanket,” I whispered, already battling with growing desire.
I had to resist my urges if I wanted to walk tomorrow.
But my hands were already feeling his hard body, ignoring my brain.
“Forget about it.
I love you like this,” he groaned.
I clenched my thighs while he added additional marks on my neck where I was sure numerous already sat proudly from last night.
“We should sleep,” he murmured into my ear, placing me softly on the bed, hovering over me.
“We should,” I moaned at his flaming touch at my sides.
Placing a last kiss on my forehead when he tried to pull away, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him back.
At his confused face, I pulled him into a kiss, my hips already begging for attention.
His rigid not at all junior was very much awake against me, telling me his want as well.
But he was holding back not to hurt me anymore.
And at that point, I didn’t care.
I wanted him again.
Another round wouldn’t be that bad, right?
“You’re sore…”
“Just be gentle.”
Soft touches over my hips,
warm lips on my jaw and his hot breath fanning my skin woke me up from my beautiful slumber.
My eyes fluttered open to the morning light, then fell on the breathtaking pair of gray orbs I was so much in love with.
“Good morning, my beautiful rose.”
The huskiness of his morning voice sent a shiver down my body.
Even in the morning, with his ruffled bed hair, he looked as perfect as ever, if not more beautiful.
As clich? as it sounded, this was the sight I wanted to wake up to for the rest of my life.
The sight I had craved all my life.
A smile touched my lips.
My heart was content, just as much as my body was.
Though there was still a little pain down there, it wasn’t bad.
The pain killer he made me gulp earlier in the morning after another session seemed to work.
“Morning.”
With a heart-stopping grin on his face, he brushed his lips against mine.
“How did my Rosebud sleep?”
“Tired slumber is always the best.”
A husky chuckle reverberated through his chest as one of his palms massaged my inner thigh.
“How’s the pain?”
My cheeks turned hot.
“Better.”
Mischievousness twinkled in his gray pools.
“Was I gentle enough?”
Rolling my eyes, I hid my face at the crook of his neck.
Another chuckle left him at my bashfulness.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.
I love when you turn all red because of me.”
Pulling away, he grazed his fingers across my cheek.
His intense gaze roamed my every feature as a breath left his lips.
“I’m still wondering if you’re real.
If you’re really here in my arms, in my bed with me.”
My heart tugged at his words.
I snaked my arms around his neck.
“It’s real.
We’re real.
And I’m not going anywhere.
Never again.”
Placing his forehead on mine, he peered into my soul.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.
I didn’t know if I’d ever be lucky enough to have you in my arms like this.
But you fulfilled that dream of mine.
And I can’t thank you enough for giving me this chance, baby.
Thank you so much for forgiving me.
I promise I’ll make it up to you for the rest of our lives.”
Something fluttered into my chest.
Rest of our lives?
A happiness bloomed inside me.
He wanted a future with me just as much as I did.
“I love you,” I whispered, my eyes burning with emotions slamming into my chest.
He kissed me deep.
“I love you more.”
I wanted to argue, but the grumble of my tummy decided to interfere, turning me beetroot.
Pulling away, he laughed.
“Come on, let’s get you freshened up.
Then I’ll cook something for my Rosebud.”
I didn’t complain when he scooped me into his arms again and took me to the bathroom.
“Pancakes?”
he asked, once done with the egg scrambles.
I nodded, chewing on the slice of apple he had cut for me to eat until he made some breakfast for me.
I offered to help, but he denied and said I shouldn’t move much due to our wild activities last night.
Though I wanted to say I was fine, I enjoyed the pampering.
So, I let him have his way.
Dangling my feet from the kitchen counter, I watched him move around the kitchen with utmost ease.
The way his back muscles flexed along with his movements had my mouth water.
Not to forget those delicious abs.
While mixing the batter, his gaze kept flickering to my exposed legs.
The T-shirt he made me put on reached my mid thighs.
After he gave me a warm shower, surprisingly, he didn’t try anything naughty other than feeling my chest once.
And seeing his lingering gazes, I could tell he was enjoying the view very much.
“Eyes on the batter, mister.
I want my pancakes to be perfect,” I teased.
He raised a brow.
“And what should I tell you?
Eyes on the apple?”
He noticed me staring at his abs?
I blushed for the umpteenth time since last night.
Placing his hands on my hips, he stood between my legs and kissed my lips softly.
“Did I tell you I love seeing you in my clothes?”
“Yes.
Twice already.”
“Because that’s the truth.
It shows that you belong to me.”
His fingers grazed my inner thigh.
Rolling my eyes, I pushed him away, but he only snuggled my neck.
“I love my smell on you.”
I shook my head.
What would I do with this caveman of mine?
Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed his shoulder just as the doorbell rang.
“Who’s it at this time?”
I asked, pulling away.
His brows furrowed.
“I don’t know.
Let me check.
You stay here.”
Nodding, I jumped down the counter as he went to attend the door.
Placing the plate of apples aside, I poured the batter on the heated pan, humming one of my favorite songs.
Moments later, I heard footsteps coming closer, then his voice.
My humming stopped immediately.
“Well, well.
I didn’t know I’d find you here today.”
Turning around, my eyes met with his dark, empty ones.
A fake smile plastered across his face.
I reciprocated the gesture with one of mine.
“Good morning, Arthur.”
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W ith a tight smile, he nodded at me.
The fleeting grimace on his face while he glanced at my clothes didn’t go missed.
“I heard there were some problems going on between you two.
But I’m glad to see you together today,” he said, though his eyes didn’t match his words.
Ace came back with a shirt on and took the charge of the pancakes from me again.
Placing a kiss on my forehead, he said, “I’ve got some clothes for you in the room.
Go, change.
Then come out for breakfast.”
When did he do that?
But it was good since I didn’t want to roam in only a shirt before Arthur.
Nodding, I walked away from the kitchen as I heard their voices.
“What brings you here so early in the morning, Arthur?”
Ace asked.