50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Thirty-Four

    Pure rapture. There was no other way to describe how Destiny felt while lying on the living room floor beside the beautiful man breathing just as hard as she was. They both stared up at the ceiling with their fingers intertwined, both replaying the events that had just transpired, both caught up in reliving those moments of unbridled pleasure. 

    Aubrey patiently waited for her breathing to slow, quite literally giving her a chance to catch her breath. Then his fingers were crawling up her arm and dancing around the circle of areola. He rose up on an elbow and relished the sight of her, then dipped his head down and pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder. "You weren't tempted to use the safe word even once?"

    Still feeling a bit dazed, she shook her head. "No...I think I craved being handled in that way."

    "Craved?" he echoed, moving his lips inward so they could brush against her collarbone. "I like that word."

    She cuddled closer to him and breathed a sigh of contentment when his arms encircled her. "When you first started introducing me to all of this, I wondered if I could ever really get to a point of wanting to do it. Not just going along with it, but truly wanting it. You know? During the time I spent without you, I realized just how much I missed being that way with you. I realized that I not only wanted to do those things with you again, on some level I needed it."

    Even in the dark, she could see his satisfied smile.

    "At some point, it became a part of who I am," she added softly. 

     "It snuck on me like that too, when I first started dabbling in it," he informed her. "It was so off-the-wall to me, but I'd already been with so many women by the time I tried it, that I figured at least it was something new. Something different. So I was willing to try it. I tried it, and there was something about this lifestyle that just clicked with me. It felt like the things that I was doing and taking part in were tapping into a true nature that I wasn't even aware of, at the time. What moment did it for you?"

    "Moment?" 

    "This time, with us. What moment made you feel like, 'Ah - that's what I needed?'"

    Their fucking session replayed behind her eyes. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth at the mere memory. "When you pulled my hair."

    "You like when I do that?"

    "I really like when you do that," she emphasized.

    He chuckled and swept her hair back from her face. "Most women I've been with hated when I did that."

    She frowned. "Really?"

    "It's not for everyone."

    "When you did that, I felt...home."

    The look in his eyes was unreadable, but he pressed a kiss to her forehead and held her close. There, on the floor, they fell into a blissful unconsciousness...undisturbed by stress, worries, and nightmares.

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    "Rise and shine, my sleepy boy."

    Aubrey shifted in his sleep, just barely consciousness enough to savor the warmth he felt within the confines of his embrace. 

    There was a tinkle of laughter and a kiss pressed to the tip of his nose.

    He scrunched his nose up, but couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face. "Your sleepy what?" he croaked, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes.