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I lay my body over his again, maneuvering our pants down some before adjusting until our dicks are lined up together. I’ve never done this before, but I have watched enough porn, and I’m familiar with frotting.
“Come,” I bark out, ready to see him lose his damn mind. He rocks his hips once, twice, before a guttural cry tears past his lips and he’s bathing my hand in his cum. And yeah, I have to admit, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
I go to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling his body against mine. “Because when you became mine, you became theirs too. We protect what’s ours.” His breath catches and his lip wobbles as he stares at me with those devastating eyes of his. “I needed to hear that. More than you know.”
“Silas,” he mumbles, eyes cracking open slightly to look at me. “I’m scared.” I shake my head, trying to reassure him the best way I can. “Don’t be. I got you. I promise. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. No matter what.” He nods, eyes falling shut again. “You promise?” “Yeah, Blaine. I do.” And I mean it. No matter what, he’ll be safe with me, and I’m not afraid to burn down the world to make it happen.
Blaine might not think he is, and other people might tell me I’m wrong, but he’s perfect in every sense of the word. He came into my life when I needed him the most and made me feel like a real person. He gave me the worth I didn’t believe I had.
That’s not a good enough reason for me. I kiss the tips of his fingers as the first tear slips out. “Why?” “Because I fuckin’ love you, you dumbass.” His eyes narrow and his voice is rigid, his profession of love violent as hell.
“Because I love you, Blaine Yates. I ain’t plannin’ on only being your first love. I’m plannin’ on being your last one too.”
“I could go to Georgia,” I suggest, the thought growing in my head, and for the first time, it doesn’t sound so bad. “That way, I’d only be an hour away. I could come home on the weekends or even commute every day.” He shakes his head again as he brushes my hair off my forehead and kisses it. “Fuck that shit. You gotta do what’s best for you.” “You’re what’s best for me.”
“So, it got me thinkin’, how the fuck am I supposed to show my guy how much he means to me?” He kisses both of my ankles, laving his tongue up until he reaches the inside of my thigh before reaching for my shirt. “I feel so fuckin’ much for you, so much more than ‘I love you’ could ever say.”
“So, I thought, if words can’t tell you how you’ve changed my life, maybe there’s another way I can do that.” He strips his last article of clothing, then drapes himself over me. “So, Blaine Yates, I’m not about to fuck you. I’m about to make love to you.”
With one last parting kiss to my lips, Silas begins his trek down my body. He stops everywhere—my nipples, my sides, my belly button, my hips—all the while, biting, sucking, and soothing the sting with his tongue. When he takes me in his mouth, the golden flecks in his brown eyes shine as his gaze connects with mine.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Emily Brontë
