It’s right on the tip of my lips to tell him I love him, but I know he feels it. His lips turn up slightly at the side as he reads my face, and I’m positive he knows.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get this condom off, and then I’m going to clean you up.”
I nod as Rhys gets off the bed, heading to the bathroom. My breathing settles by the time he returns with a warm washcloth. I don’t bother protesting, letting him wipe me down gently. He does so meticulously, like he’s enjoying caring for me. My core is slightly sensitive, but the warm, gentle touch of the cloth feels soothing.
He hands me one of his T-shirts, leaving me for a moment to walk back to the bathroom. The soft fabric envelopes me in his scent, and I take a deep breath of it as it slides over my head.
I move to the other side of the bed, setting my back against the headboard and pulling my knees into the large T-shirt. Rhys rounds the corner, still stark naked, and stops dead in his tracks as he looks at me.
Crimson blooms across my face.
“Fuck, baby. Seeing you in nothing but one of my T-shirts is doing something to me.”
“You like it?”
“Like it? It’s making me fucking feral. I’ve never felt a need like this before, Bristol. You’re gonna need to tell me when you’ve had enough, because I’m going to keep going until you do.”
“Oh, god.”
Rhys drops down to his stomach on the bed, spreading my legs. He wastes no time before his mouth finds my pussy. He makes good on his promise, worshipping me the rest of the night until I’m forced to tap out. I fall asleep wrapped up in his huge, strong arms, and for the first time in a very long time, I sleep peacefully.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
RHYS
Me: Who can I bribe to do a Daily Rise run?
Malice: I’ll go!
Me: I owe you. Two banana muffins, two Sunrise Brioche, two morning fog lattes.
Wrath: Since when did you start drinking morning fog lattes?
Me: None of your business
Wrath: No, no, we need to know now.
Malice: Was it when you fell in love with a certain raven haired beauty?
Me: Fuck you two.
Malice: Told you you were getting soft
Me: You said Mr. Bun-Buns made me lose my edge. Not that I wasgetting soft
Chaos: It’s five in the fucking morning, could you all go to hell?
Malice: Well they both made you soft then
Malice: Wait! Did you do the dirty in front of him?
Me: In front of who?
Malice: MR. BUN-BUNS
Me: He’s a pet Mal it’s not a big deal
Malice: The horror! Little guy is going to be scarred for life
