Page 82 of Bought By Sin

He did, though, with the need to go to the bathroom, but he didn’t leave me alone for long. We showered together and fell right back into bed, sleepy and lazy.

Pangs of hunger woke me in the morning, and as I rolled over and watched him sleep, I wondered how he didn’t feel the same urgency to get up.

I lay there, watching him and holding back on the temptation to stroke my hand over his face and caress his beard. I sighed and stared at this rugged, dangerous man who could look so at peace and gentle as he rested in bed with me.

His bed.

I scanned the comforter and sheets that we’d made a mess out of, a huge tumble of fabric that mostly covered us now. It was a long process to accept that I would stay here, that I wanted to stay here. Acclimating to “goodness” and security with him would be a long progress that I’d struggle with.

Forced to live in survival mode, I was too hardwired to anticipate something bad happening, something taking all this “goodness” away and leaving me with nothing. I constantly operated with the wait for the other shoe to drop, and while I wished there could be a switch to flip and just instantly be okay and trust that my presence made sense here, there wasn’t.

I could, though.

With time.

Maybe the longer I stayed here, we’d have a side of a bed.

My clothes wouldn’t look out of place alongside his in the closet.

A new mental map of the mansion would slot into my brain like it was my home.

Forever, though?

I furrowed my brow, unable to see that far ahead. For someone like me, used to being subjected to danger from one lousy setting to another, I never had the freedom to project where I’d be weeks, months, or years ahead. Forever was a concept I’d tried to separate from my enslaved existence. A forever with a man who could care about me—me, the woman and not the slave—was uncharted territory.

But I can take every minute as it comes.

Right now, I’m safe and secure and I belong here.

Lev’s hand on my back proved that he wanted me with him in his bed. He was still asleep and wanted to keep me close.

Right now, I can not worry about being sent off on another mission.

Lev had made it clear that I was on still light duty.

Right now, I can…

I smiled, watching his face so relaxed and calm. Seeing him serene like this warmed my heart. It proved to me that I was happy. Happy.

With how good it felt to embrace something so hopeful and bright as happiness, I wanted to acknowledge by paying him back. To thank him for being the one to stay patient and show me that I could be happy. That I deserved a break and having someone to care about me.

Sliding down his rock-hard body, I tried to crawl as carefully as I could. All those inches of taut skin warmed me up with the slowly igniting burn of desire, but this time, as I ducked down under the covers and lowered until I could reach his dick, I wanted to be the one to make him come. To taste him. To help myself to some power of being the one able to make him feel as good as he could make me feel.

His dick was semihard, lying against his thigh. We hadn’t bothered with clothes last night, and I was pleased that I wouldn’t have to risk waking him up by getting his garments off. While he was still asleep, the pressure of facing him and admitting that I wanted to “serve” him was less.

The sheets gave way as I settled in between his long, hard legs. With just enough clearance to breathe and watch his face as he slept, I could check when he’d wake up.

Before I could chicken out, letting my curiosity and eagerness to please him push me into action, I wrapped my fingers around his dick. The heaviness of his shaft surprised me, but as I stroked my fingers up and down, he got harder and thicker. Tracing my fingertip around the crown of his mushroomed head made me smile, but it was the slight shift of his body that taunted me to get moving. I didn’t want to fondle him. I wanted to taste him.

I lowered my lips to his tip and kissed it. Getting used to the soft touch of his flesh, I slid my tongue out for a swipe of the texture.

And then again.

Again.

I licked him, holding him to my mouth, and slowly worked up to closing my lips all the way around him. My saliva aided my efforts, lubing him so I could swallow him in more. The salty and musky taste and smell of him hit my nose and tongue, and I was instantly addicted.

Moaning slightly as I took in more of him, I spread my hands up his hips.