The way he’s looking at me now, so open, so raw, makes my heart beat faster.This isn’t just the Blade I knew, this is a side of him I haven’t seen before—his love, his need, his uncertainty.
“This needs to be your decision.We’ve already made our choice.”
Blade and the bear, two sides of the same being, both want me, but in their own way.
Reaching out, I gently place a hand on his cheek, feeling the roughness of his beard beneath my palm.“I don’t know what this means for us, Blade.But I do know I don’t want to walk away from you.Fromus.”
Blade leans into my touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if to savor the simple contact.“I don’t want you to walk away either,” he murmurs.“But you need to know what this means.You’re mine now in every way.And I’ll never let anything happen to you.Not while I’m breathing, not while the bear and I are alive.”
The weight of his words settles over me, a promise and a warning all at once.But the strangest thing happens in that moment.I don’t feel scared.I don’t feel trapped.I feelwantedin a way I never thought was possible.And for the first time, I feel I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“I’m scared, Blade,” I whisper, the vulnerability creeping in.Blade closes his eyes.“But I’m also...I’m ready for whatever this is.”
His eyes open, and the softness in his gaze is enough to melt the fear still lingering in my chest.“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he says, his voice tender.“We always will.”
He pulls me into his arms.All that matters is this moment, and whatever comes next, I know I don’t want to face it with anyone but him.
Blade doesn’t wait another moment.His arms are around me, lifting me effortlessly, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s carrying me toward the bedroom.His grip is strong but gentle, as if he’s holding something precious, something he’s not willing to lose.
I don’t protest.I don’t need to.His touch and presence are a magnet drawing me in.The ache inside me grows, pulling me closer to him as though my body is craving more than just his arms around me.I need him in every way.
We reach the bedroom, and there’s only a mattress on the floor.
“Prophet slept on the lounge and ordered me a mattress but told me I had to order the bedframe,” I offer.
“He told me.”
Blade lowers me onto the mattress, his hands lingering on my hips as he moves above me.His eyes are dark, intense, and full of emotions that mirror my own.
“I want you,” he states, his voice raw, almost too gentle.
Reaching up, I pull him closer, my lips brushing his with a desperation that surprises even me.“Then take me.”The words are barely a whisper, but they are the only truth I’ve ever spoken.
His lips crash down on mine, and it’s different from before.This is primal.It’s a kiss that’s filled with a hunger that can’t be ignored, a promise of something more.His tongue slides against mine, coaxing me into the kiss, his hands slipping beneath my shirt, feeling my skin’s warmth.He groans against my lips, the sound like a promise.
My hands slide up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, the tension in his body that mirrors the chaos in my own.I need more.I need him.
Blade pulls back just long enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine.“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he says, though his voice trembles with something darker, something I can feel in every inch of my body.
Reaching up, my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him back to me.“I’m ready,” I murmur.“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
And then, without another word, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned, sculpted muscles beneath.My hands immediately roam over him, tracing the lines of his chest, his tattoos, and the strength in his shoulders.Everything about him is made for me, as though I’m the only one who can touch him like this.
He kicks off his boots, his pants following quickly, and suddenly, he’s standing there naked, his body taut with need.He looks down at me, his gaze intense, as though he’s trying to read my mind, but there’s no more hesitation between us.
With one hand, I pull my shirt over my head, then try to shimmy out of my jeans.Blade pulls them and my underwear down my body so I’m lying there in just a bra.He lowers himself over me, the heat radiating from him, making my breath catch in my throat.His lips find mine again, deepening the kiss, a sense of urgency in every movement.His hands move to the front of my bra, ripping it in two.
I shiver beneath his touch, my skin alight with the sensation of him.He moves lower, his lips grazing down my neck, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin.My back arches instinctively, wanting more, needing him to touch me, kiss me, and claim me in ways I can’t explain.
When his hands trail lower, I gasp, the sensation of his fingertips against my skin sparking a fire deep within me.Blade’s mouth follows, kissing and tasting, his breath hot against my skin.He moves lower, taking his time, worshiping me in a way I never knew I needed.
“Blade...”I whisper his name like a prayer, my body trembling beneath him, craving more of him.
He pauses, lifting his head to meet my eyes.“Are you sure?”he asks, the question full of raw emotion.
I pull him back to me, my hands dragging him closer.“I’m sure.I need you, Blade.”
And then, as if in response to my words, he moves over me, his body covering mine in a way that feels like home.I feel him,all of him, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.Every touch and kiss are a promise, a declaration.He’s not just claiming me physically, but emotionally and spiritually.I am his in every sense of the word.
