She wielded all the control over me. All of it.
I didn’t know if Kitty truly understood that she was mine, but I’d sure as hell remind her every day of my fucking life.
“You’re the first woman I’ve been with in years, Kitty, years.” Hell, I would wager it had been at least a decade, but I wouldn’t go into it further. I’d told her, because I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know I’d waited, because I knew there was something more, something perfect out there. I just hadn't known it until she came into my life.
She smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I’d taken her virginity, her innocence. It was forever mine.
She was forever mine.
I pulled her close, needing her like this always. A contented, pleasurable sigh left her, and she rested her head on my chest. It was perfection having her here with me, against my body, filled with my cum… marked by me.
My cock hardened again, and I heard her gasp as it started to dig into her belly.
“Again?” she whispered in this drowsy yet very clearly ready-for-me voice.
“Always,” I growled. “We’re just getting started for the night, baby.”
And the grin she gave me told me she was on the same page.15Kitty
The next morningI slowly opened my eyes, the sun coming through the partially pulled curtains and washing over me, an invisible blanket of heat and comfort. I knew I was alone in the bed before I turned my head and looked to where Fin had been sleeping. This longing took place right in the center of my chest, this pressure, this emptiness.
I rolled onto my back, the scent of Fin enveloping me. God, he smelled good, and I felt him still, all over me… in me. Between my thighs was sore, sensitive in all the intimate places that reminded me of what we’d done last night. The fact that he was the one who now owned my virginity, that I was the one who ended his celibacy, had a surge of desire washing through me again.
I might be sore, but I could have him all over again and still ask for more.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but I knew it was still pretty early in the morning. I was about to get up when the bedroom door opened. I brought the blanket to my chest, not quite sure why I was shielding myself, since it was only the two of us at the house. And Fin walked in holding a tray, the smell of bacon and coffee instantly filling my nose.
The smile he gave me actually had my heart skipping a beat. I couldn’t even describe it accurately, but he looked like a man who was so damn happy to see me, like I just made his world.
I sat up, the sheets still covering my chest as he came fully into the room. He walked around the bed so he was sitting on the edge right beside me, his focus on me. He looked like he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I felt my face heat from how much he watched me.
I moved over slightly so he could place the tray next to me. Looking down at the spread, I felt warm at his thoughtfulness. He made everything. There were pancakes and scrambled eggs, bacon and fresh fruit. There were even a couple slices of buttered toast, and a large glass of what I knew was fresh-squeezed orange juice beside the plate.
“Fin, you made this all for me?”
“Of course,” he said, and his smile brightened. He looked different. I couldn't quite place it or figure out what the difference was, but then it hit me.
He looked truly happy.
It was as if he found something that he’d lost.
It was such a strange moment, knowing what we’d done last night, what we’d said to each other, and now this morning. In just a small amount of time that had passed since I started working for him, he’d changed. I remembered how he’d been that first day, so growly and hardened, as if he had this massive chip on his shoulder.
He would always be rough around the edges, this immovable Viking, this giant. But right now, this man in front of me… it was like I was seeing a different side of him.
And I felt like he was the man I’d been looking for my entire life.
My cheeks heated all over again at that thought. This seemed so... permanent, as if what we shared last night was more than what I could ever imagine. Sure, he’d spoken to me so intimately, shared bits about himself, the words he said so possessively. But I wondered if that had all been said in the heat of the moment.
I hadn’t realized I was staring down at my lap until I felt his finger under my chin, until I felt him lift my head up so I was looking into his eyes again. Gone was that joyous expression and in its place was one of a serious nature.