“Don’t challenge me. I will gladly sink my teeth into you.” I throw her over my shoulder, taking her upstairs.
Nothing will scare me away from her. Nothing in this world scares me more than myself. I don’t care how broken she is, I will gladly cut myself on all those jagged pieces and bleed for her if it means a life with her.
“Tyler, what are you doing?!” she yells as she tries to fight me. Luckily this time, she actually utilizes some of her training moves I’ve taught her. And she actually gets a good hit to my face, causing blood to trickle out of my nose.
I wipe the blood, looking at it on my fingers, and my fucking cock grows rock solid in my pants because her fire is incredible.
“You’re going to learn your lesson about trying to run away from me, Sunny darling.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, but you will be.” I toss her onto the bed. “But first, you will sleep because you need rest.”
She gives me a scowl as I stand at the edge of the bed, watching her challenge me. I smile with a tilt of my head. I’m going to worship that body while simultaneously punishing it.
Fatigue is prevalent in dark circles around her bloodshot eyes. She’s fighting sleep her body is begging for. So punishment for now will be forcing her to submit to it.
I crawl over her, hooking a piece of hair behind her ear and brush my lips against hers. Her eyes flutter closed as she turns into satin submission underneath me.
Pulling back, I sit on my knees and grab the bottom of her oversized hoodie, which is actuallymyhoodie, and pull it off her. Underneath hides a small tank top that I also peel off, bearing her breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. I shake my head slowly, admiring the love I almost just lost.
Splaying a hand on her chest, I gently push her down and hook my fingers in the waistband of her sweats and peel them off. “Stay,” I order her, walking over to the dresser and pulling out clothes from the drawer she’s claimed since she’s claimed my heart.
Simple black panties and one of my shirts. My absolute favorite look on her.
I walk over to her sitting shyly on the bed, nibbling on her lower lip as she watches me. She looks as exhausted as I feel. I pull the shirt over her head and loop her arms through it then put the panties around her ankles.
“Tyler you don’t…” she starts.
“Stand,” I tell her. She does as she’s told and pulls the panties up. She’s not used to someone so diligently taking care of her, and I’m going to show her what that’s like.
“That’s my girl,” I praise her, grabbing her chin and giving her a light kiss as her reward. “Now let’s go brush our teeth and get ready for bed,”
“You saying I have bad breath?” She gives me a small smile.
I chuckle. “You will if you don’t brush those teeth.” I grab her hand and lead her into the bathroom.
We brush our teeth side by side like we do every night, and I watch as she completes her skincare routine. We both crawl into bed, our bodies and hearts exhausted from the day. I hook an arm around her, bringing her front flush to my own. My fingers her hair from her face and start tracing those features I’ve had memorized since the moment I laid eyes on her.
I kiss her nose and say, “Sleep.”
It doesn’t take long before she’s softly breathing, her bodygoing slack against my own, and I’m counting each and every breath of hers, thankful that they even exist in rhythm with my own.
SUNNY
Citrus and salt fills my nose as my mind starts to crawl out of the deep, dark sleep I was in. Warm, callused hands are trailing my body, rubbing up and down my back gently and soothingly. I smile at his touch, knowing I'm safe in his bed.
My body is exhausted as well as my mind, but I feel a lot better after a few hours of sleep, even if I didn’t want to originally. Is it morning already?
I’m on my stomach, one leg hooked up while my face is buried deep into my pillow. His hand pushes up the t-shirt of his I’m wearing, revealing my bare back. Soon enough, those full lips are gracing soft kisses along my spine.
“Tyler,” I mumble, rousing from my sleep. I blink away the blurriness, my eyes adjusting to the still dark room. The bed is warm, and I don’t want to get out of it. I’d rather we stay in it together all day.
“Time to wake up,” he says, rubbing his hand gently up and down my back.
“What time is it?” I groan, nuzzling myself into him, melting under his touch. My stomach already has a low ache forming just by his touch alone.
His hand grazes my ass, and then slaps the skin there hard enough for me to jolt and my eyes open wide.
