Blade

Chapter 35: Taste of you

Sienna

I never knew how wild my heart could beat until this moment.

It slams against my ribcage so fiercely that drawing breath feels almost impossible. Blade flips me around and I collide with his chest, his eyes dropping from mine to my lips as he runs his tongue over them unconsciously.

"I was looking for you," I confess with a playful smile, hyperaware that he isn't wearing a shirt. Heat radiates from his skin into mine while his tattoos demand my attention. Every inch of his chest, abs, stomach, and arms is a canvas of black ink, each line a story etched into him. The only untouched place is the spot over his heart.

Without thinking twice, I press my hand against that bare space. A sharp shiver ripples through him at my touch, and my fingertips buzz as I feel the muted thud of his heartbeat. His rhythm is calm, the exact opposite of my own frantic pulse, yet somehow they fall into harmony, beating as though they were made to find each other.

The noise from the crowd around us shatters the trance I have been caught in. Before I can pull my hand away from his chest, Blade presses it firmly in place, his skin cold against my own, slick with nervous sweat.

"Your touch is soothing. It quiets the demons that torment me," he whispers, almost to himself, while his fingers trace idle shapes across the back of my hand until goosebumps rise in their wake.

I narrow my eyes, confusion tightening my expression. "What do you mean by that?"

A dark chuckle escapes him as he finally lets go, my hand falling uselessly back to my side. "Do not ask questions if you are not ready to hear the answers, tesoro."

I grow even more confused. "But I..."

"Come with me," he whispers against my ear, his breath warm as his tongue flicks over the shell of it, making me shiver.

"Why?" I ask, my voice catching. He doesn't respond. Instead, his hand clamps around my wrist and he tugs sharply, pulling me along. I yelp at the sudden movement as he leads me away from the pool, guiding me back into the mansion.

"Blade, what's going on?" I press, my pulse racing. I can't help but think back to the night he chained me to the bed and spanked my ass. The memory makes me swallow hard. "You're not going to spank me again, are you? Because I didn't do anything this time."

Still, he remains silent. His grip is firm, as he pulls me up the sweeping staircase and into the long hallway.

"Blade, I swear...." I start to say, but my words die on my tongue as we stop in front of a door. He pushes it open and ushers me inside before closing it firmly behind us.

My curiosity flares, but when I turn around I realize we are in the cinema room, a part of the house I have never stepped into since moving here. The air carries a quiet hush, wrapping the space in an aura of indulgence. Plush lounge-style seating stretches across the room, bathed in warm ambient lighting that softens every corner. Above us, the ceiling glimmers like a night sky scattered with stars, casting an intimate glow over the space.

A massive wall-to-wall screen dominates the far end, framed by rich wood paneling that adds a touch of elegance. The sight makes it feel less like a simple theater and more like a private sanctuary.

"Wow," is all I manage, my voice hushed as I step farther inside. My heart leaps in my chest, suddenly more aware than ever of Blade's presence lingering just behind me.

"Do you watch movies here at all?" I ask.

His fingers trail slowly up my arm, toying with the strap of my swimsuit. The touch is teasing, and I feel a shiver ripple through me.