Blake’s rigid length seized me in one rough stroke, making me gasp at the sheer size of him. Every single time he slid into me, I was amazed at the profound feel of him. I was past delirious when he focused on my neck, biting me as he plowed into me. Precisely. Turbulently.
“The need to bury my c**k inside your sweet cunt and flood it with my cum is all I f**king think about,” he growled, f**king me with every ounce of that purpose evident. “God help me, but I’m going to destroy this sweet pu**y of yours.”
Oh.
My.
Hell.
Keep the words rolling, I silently begged as my body became consumed by the intense love this domineering alpha male was bestowing me. “I love you, Knightly,” I choked out, meaning each word with every fiber in me, knowing that this was where I wanted to be, with him. I had everything. Yes, this man was truly, irrevocably, mine and no bitch would take him away from me.
“Sienna,” Blake whispered, halting the roll of his hips while he throbbed within my hot core and his eyes searched mine as if sensing the emotional hurdle I was going through. Those tantalizing orbs looked dark, though the gold bursts were visibly apparent; the epitome of windows into his soul that trapped me so easily. “I love you.” His thumb caressed the side of my cheek before it captured the small tear that slid down the side of my face. “My body, heart and soul are yours, amore. I have been waiting for you. You don’t know how deliriously happy you’ve made me.” He slowly kissed the tears that were unstoppable now due to my getting choked up by all the overwhelming emotions that were racketing through me.
With my joyous tears, we kissed. It was a kiss full of promise, full of hope and love.
This moment was mine. The people who wanted to take it away could go f**k themselves.
Now my only problem was how to tell Blake about the interesting delivery.
Seven
Blake
“Are you in your flat?” Toby asked, sounding strained and coarse.
“Just about. I’m on my way up,” I said as I got out of my car and inserted the keys into my pocket.
“Good. Good. I’ll see you in twenty,” Toby hesitantly said.
Was something the matter? “Twenty it is.” Cutting the call, I went straight to the lift. A few minutes later, I arrived inside my flat. The throaty, melancholy sounds of Adele greeted me while I navigated my way towards the source of the music.
It was in the kitchen where I found her, on her laptop with coffee and biscotti as expected. Her back was to me; therefore I took my time basking and admiring Sienna from this view.
Coming home to her surely was one of my favorite things to do. Although parting with her when I left for yet another business trip, was my least favored one. This feeling of intoxication, and the sense of completeness within my soul, told me that this was my life’s purpose; to respect, to honor and protect this woman with my undying love, to protect her with my life.
Sienna was my life. My fate centered in this very room, with this very woman.
The thought of losing her had been pounding constantly in my head, like an inkling that tragedy was nearing and I should be aware of it. If they attempted again and they became successful… I’d die with her. Some might see this as a cowardly act, however it certainly made sense to me. How did one live with half a soul? Being half a man? Or even try living with a missing piece of your heart? It was abominable and ungodly to comprehend.
Slowly strolling towards her, a blissful smile pasted on my face when I saw her exit her browser and searched for another file, giving me a glimpse of her screensaver; me, naked, sleeping with her silk robe draped around my private area. She then doctored the photo and wrote MINE over the robe. Back in the day, I used to ponder much of the time whether she felt the same for me, but now, I knew she was just as crazy, just as nonsensical, just as bewitched as I was with her.
“Il mio cuore. La mia vita. Il mio tutto.” My heart. My life. My everything, I spoke as I wrapped my arms around her, lips trailing kisses around her soft neck, groaning when I smelled her scent. “Ti amo tanto.” I love you so much.
“You’re home,” Sienna sighed, leaning against my chest before she twisted her neck to kiss me. Her hand was stroking the side of my face as our kiss deepened.
With the softness of her body against mine, the very taste of her lips and the scent of her, it took all the power in me not to consume her on the spot. “Toby is on his way up. We shall continue this reunion the second he leaves.” I grunted when she bit my lip, gently sucking it.
Sienna’s eyes twinkled. “You promise?” she purred, tempting my libido to go haywire.
“I’m not about to promise you that, cara, because promises were made due to one’s common inability to deliver what was expected from the person.” I nibbled on her lobe, slowly growling from the growing need in my groin. “Your man is a man of action and I can clue you in on just how good he may be.”
“Well I have some extra time.”
Hell. I seriously had forgotten my friend’s call. “Bollocks. Toby’s on his way over. He said he wanted to speak to me. Could it wait until later? I’ve missed you.”
“Alright, I’ll go ahead and work on these and you go ahead to talk to him. I’ll go ahead and pop in to say hi soon.” She kissed me, grinning.
I playfully bit into her neck before I finally let go of her, to go meet my friend who should be here any second now. As expected, he was prompt, always on time.
Toby emerged from the lift, looking like a ghost of himself. Frowning with concern, I scanned his face, as he got closer. “Mate, you all right?”
Toby’s blue eyes looked stormy when he shook his head as he strode past me and plopped on the cushion. “Amelia is with child.”
“Blasted f**k! You’re not serious? Tell me you didn’t shag her after Courchevel?” I questioned, and when he didn’t meet my gaze, it merely confirmed the answer for him.
“I spoke to her family last night.” Toby finally lifted his face, eyes desolate. “I’m set to marry her in two weeks time back in Spain. I was hoping you’d stand next to me at the altar?”
“Marriage? To that heartless bitch? No bloody, f**king way, Watson!” I thundered out, past angry; knowing quite well that Amelia was using all weapons to secure him. The bloke had simply walked into a life sentence when he kept shagging that woman after what had happened in France.
“Lucy,” I muttered, thinking about the only woman who my friend loved more than himself, knowing that this was going to break both of them.