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Warmth washes over me, and I realize how much I missed this feeling. Was it all just a bad dream? My mind floods with memories before my eyes flutter open, and the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I bolt upright, my eyes wide open, but it takes a moment for my vision to clear. In a slight panic, I scan the room. Relief floods through me when I recognize my surroundings. I'm at Don’s. I take a few deep breaths, before I glance down at myself and notice that I'm wearing one of Don’s T-shirts. Cautiously peering through the fabric's neck hole, I strain my eyes and glance down, checking to see if I have underwear on, I don’t.

Really hoping that it was Don who changed me, I glance beside me to the bed. “Don,” I whisper before realizing he’s lying awake, just staring at me. The intenseness in his stare sets my heart racing.

“I didn’t want to scare you, Sweetheart.”

“How…” I try to speak, but my voice is hoarse and barely audible.

“Shh, Sweetheart,” he says softly, patting the bed beside him.

“Come lie down; it’s still late.” I lay back down, facing him. My heart is still pounding in my chest at the sight of him. A hard lump forms in my throat at the thought that I almost lost this; I believed I would never see him again. Tears stream down my face and he reaches up and gently wipes the tears away with his thumb. Hesitantly, I place my hands on his chest. He doesn’t have a shirt on, so I let my hands roam for a second before slowly leaning into him. Softly, I start kissing his chest making my way up to his neck. A low growl comes from him as he seizes a hold of my shoulders.

“We don’t have to do anything, Sweetheart; it’s enough for me that you are here, safe.”

“I...I need...I need this,” I manage to croak out.

To my dismay, he pauses for a moment, and my heart stops. Unable to handle the rejection right now, I already feel fragile. I start to retreat, but instead, he moves one hand up and grips my chin with his fingers and with his gaze burning right through me, he says, “Take what you need.”

Overwhelmed, the tears begin again, making me a blubbering mess. I use the back of my hand to wipe them away, and then turn my gaze back to Don. Within a instant his eyes comfort me; they make me feel safe, they also give me the confidence I’m grateful for right now. I lean in and press my lips to his, slowly moving my hands into his hair. I grip tightly, deepening the kiss. I want him so badly, I need to feel something other than the pain of being lost, hurt, cold, and alone. Every ounce of me craves his warmth; I need him to pull me back from all the darkness I have endured, I just need him. Ever so slowly, I swipe my tongue across his lips, he parts them to let me in, and a low hum vibrates from him. I grip his hair tighter while moving to straddle him, but as I attempt to slide onto him gracefully, my body gives way. I am still sore and recovering, so I can't get on him properly.

I pull away from the kiss, a breathless sigh escaping my lips.

As always, my gallant knight instinctively wraps his hands around my hips, sliding me effortlessly to where I want to be. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver through me, grounding me in the moment as I search his eyes for assurance. Without hesitation my lips crash down on his once again, only this time my primal instinct kicks in and I want to devour him. I fight the urge to taste him, I can feel how hard he’s becoming beneath me, and it makes it harder to resist.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he growls, leaning his head back.

With my body yearning for his, I sit up and tug his T-shirt off me so that I’m now completely naked on top of him.

“So…beautiful,” he groans, stroking his hands up and down both my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

I momentarily relish in their intensity before I begin to grind myself on his cock, rocking myself back and forth.

“It will be over before we even start if you keep doing that,” he growls loudly, making me giggle.

With both his hands gripping my thighs, he drags himself up against the headboard so that he’s sitting. Slowly, he moves his hands around to my ass, squeezing it lightly.

Savoring his touch, a low moan escapes me, this is what I need, this right here. For stability, I place my hands firmly on his shoulders, and begin grinding.

“Mmm,” he moans, gripping my hips as he begins trailing kisses down from my neck to my breasts.

He softly kisses one of my nipples before he pops it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and fuck! It feels amazing! My pussy clenches in delight as my hands move into his hair, tugging hard. I drag his head back, our gazes lock, the unmistakable hunger in his eyes encourages me and I begin to lick along the side of his neck, savoring the taste of him. Desperate for more, my lips are back on his and the sound of his moans ignite a flame inside me as I devour him.

Reluctantly, I break the kiss and lean into his ear and whisper, “I need you inside me, now.”

In the blink of an eye, he lifts me up with one hand, while he uses the other to pull down his pants. He frees his cock, my mouth waters at the sight.

Loudly groaning, he lines his cock up with my pussy, and slams into me, not hard, but with just enough pressure set to my body alight. “You don’t need to ask me twice, Sweetheart,” he growls.

Strongly gripping both of my hips, neither one of us attempts to move. But even just like this, he feels incredible, I feel so full. “I need you to move Sweetheart, take what you want from me,” he moans, his jaw is tight like he’s holding back.

I begin moving, slowly at first, before I begin to build up pace. Loving the sounds that come from him, and making some of my own. Completely overwhelmed with pleasure, I start to move even faster. “God, you feel so good,” I moan as my breasts bounce with each movement, and I love that Don’s attention goes from my eyes to my breasts at every change in pace. There's nothing I want more than to let this man ruin me. I keep up a steady pace, each bounce bringing me closer to the edge. He lets out a roar as he brings his hands around to my ass, squeezing it.

“Mmm… Sweetheart,” he moans. “I am so close; I’m going to need you to come for me. Come on my cock, Little Wasp.”

Slowly, he brings his hands back around to my front, and starts rubbing my clit. The sensation is electric, shocking every inch of my body with pleasure. “God,” I moan.

“Good girl. You take my cock so well, Sweetheart,” he shouts with a roar, his cock pulsates inside me as he comes. “Fuck, Raine.”

Feeling almost sedated, I lean against his chest, both of us panting.

Once I have caught my breath, I raise my head locking my gaze with his, and he smiles at me softly. “Let's get you cleaned up,” he hums. Carefully, he lays me down on the bed, and pulls out of me before standing and tugging his pants back up.

He heads to the bathroom, returning minutes later with a washcloth. Cautiously, he sits on the edge of the bed, and gently begins to wash between my legs. The feeling of the soft fabric gliding over my skin sends a wave of warmth through me. Seeing his joy, my heart swells; it is a beautiful reminder that I am the reason behind his smile.

Once he’s finished, he casually tosses the washcloth aside, letting it drop to the floor as he slides back into the bed next to me. I let the moment linger in the air, a perfect blend of intimacy and happiness.