Blade

Chapter 53: Playing with fire

Sienna

Last night was incredible, easily the best sex of my life. Maybe it’s because I finally put Blade in his place and reminded him that I’m not someone to be played with. I loved taking control, pushing back just enough to make him realize that dominance doesn’t always belong to him.

Even with that rush still lingering, I’m still so fucking mad at him. The anger has cooled a little, but it’s still there, sizzling under my skin. He refuses to tell me what’s really going on with him, no matter how many times I ask.

I want to help him, to be there for whatever he’s struggling with, but he either won’t open up or he’s too afraid to. It hurts to be shut out like this, but I guess I’ll have to learn to live with it.

I can see that he’s not the kind of man who talks about his feelings or admits when something’s wrong. It’s not healthy, and it breaks my heart. I just wish he’d lower that wall he keeps around himself and let me in the same way I’ve already let him into me.

Staring down at Blade’s body sprawled over mine, I brush a few strands of hair off his forehead and press a gentle kiss there.

He lets out a groggy sound and buries his face against my neck, his breath warm on my skin.

A quiet laugh escapes me as I try to shove his heavy frame off before he crushes me completely, but he doesn’t budge. Great. And of course, I really need to use the bathroom.

His soft snores vibrate against my neck, tickling my skin until I have to bite my lip to stop from laughing. Gathering what little strength I have left, I push at his chest until he rolls onto his back with a faint groan but still doesn’t wake.

I take advantage of the moment, carefully slipping out from under the covers and off the bed.

Before I can make it to the bathroom, a sharp ache shoots through my lower body, forcing me to stumble back onto the floor with a soft grunt.

Damn, I forgot how sore I am.

A dark chuckle echoes behind me, and when I glance over my shoulder, Blade is sitting up in bed, that infuriatingly sexy smirk curling his lips. His stormy grey eyes flicker down to my bare chest, and the sight of him looking at me like that makes my skin heat.

“It looks like you’re having a little trouble walking,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. His tongue slips out to wet his lips, and my breath catches as a familiar ache stirs low inside me.

“I’m not,” I shoot back, brushing my hair from my face and glaring at him.

“Oh, really?” he drawls, leaning back against the headboard, arms folding behind his head. The movement makes the muscles of his chest tighten, drawing my eyes even as I try to ignore the desire spreading through me. “Then walk to the bathroom while I sit here and enjoy the show.”

I grit my teeth in irritation and take a deep breath before trying to get up. I barely make it halfway before my balance gives out, but before I hit the floor, strong arms wrap firmly around my waist.

"What were you saying again?" Blade murmurs, brushing a kiss against the tip of my nose as he steadies me and guides me toward the bathroom.

"Shut up," I mumble, and he lets out a rough sound when my ass brushes against his hardness.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as we step into the shower.