Fuse's Hold by E.C. Land (world of reading TXT) 📗

for. Slowly I slide up the bed and edge my way between her legs. As I get within a hair’s breadth away, she finally notices and gasps my name.

“Ma douce, your moans are music to my ears. Tell me you don’t want me to help you find your release and I’ll back away, but I gotta say I’m looking forward to another taste of your beautiful pussy,” I growl and slip my tongue out to slide through her pussy for a quick swipe.

“Fuse,” she murmurs.

“That’s not the name you call me when you want something, baby,” I tell her, knowing there’s no way in hell she’s forgotten my real name.

“Philip,” she whispers this time on a breath that gives me the answer I need.

Diving in, I immediately bring her into the throes of bliss. She must have been at it for a bit as she came nearly instantly on my tongue.

She cries out my name, her hands digging into my hair, holding me to her.

Fuck yeah. I love it when she does this. This right here is the first sign of my woman being back to her old self and I fuckin’ love it.

I don’t take it any further than giving her a simple pleasure she’d been seeking. Right now isn’t about me getting off. It’s about connecting with Lyrica in what she feels comfortable with.

I pull back away enough to slip from between her legs and move to lie next to her on the bed. I roll her onto her side ignoring my cock pressing against the zipper demanding release from its confines. Instead, I press my forehead to hers and run my fingers along her spine.

Neither of us speaking a word as we lay silently together. Ly’s shaking hands reach out to touch me and I don’t move. I give her this moment. To know I’m not forcing her to do anything she doesn’t want to do.

“Philip,” she murmurs my name.

I lift my head from her forehead and lean back just enough to meet her gaze. For an instant, I thought I’d see terror in her eyes, but that’s not what I see. No instead, what I see through the tears shining is what I’d like to think of as hope. She’s clutching on to me, holding me close as I hold her. Seeing this in her, I know what I just did with her wasn’t only something I wanted to do with her, but it’s something she needed.

And it’s something I look forward to doing again.

Chapter Ten

Lyrica

“I want you to come with me tonight,” Fuse announces a while later, after him giving me something I’d been envisioning him doing but he’d done so without me having to give him anything in return. Does this make me a horrible person to take but not give back in return?

Now instead of him asking me or wanting me to do something for him and he’s held me in his arms, he’s telling me to go somewhere with him tonight.

Panic starts to seep in, but then I think about the fact he’s gone out nearly every night this past month. My mind would wander to what he could be doing. The worst thought that kept coming to me is him going out to get laid. But each night, he came home sweating without smelling of sex, so I couldn’t be sure. And he wants me to go with him this time.

“Um, where?” I ask cautiously.

“To the fights, I have a match tonight and I want you there,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers along my spine. “You’ll be protected there with all the brothers with you.”

Furrowing my brow, I wonder if all the other women will be there. So I voice my thought to Fuse.

“They weren’t invited to the fight. I’ve seen you still keeping your distance from them. I don’t know why; I’m not goin’ to force them on you. What I will say is, I hope you’ll soon change that.” My heart flutters in my chest at the thoughtful words.

“But wouldn’t they want to come too?” I utter my question.

“Next time, ma douce, if you want them there and you enjoy tonight, then they can come. However you go tonight, you put on something I’ve been waiting to give you,” he says and climbs out of bed. I pull the throw blanket over my chest as I watch him move to the closet.

Glancing around the room quickly, I spy one of Fuse’s shirts still sitting on the top of his dresser. Quickly I slip out of bed and snag it and throw it on. It falls almost to my knees, dwarfing me.

When I’d been taken, I’d lost a lot of weight due to malnutrition and I’ve not regained my weight back yet to what I should be. It’s hard when you’re not used to eating very much to want to consume a whole meal at one time.

As I stand here dwarfed in Fuse’s shirt, I become even more aware of how much taller and bigger he is than me. Built with muscles that, when he puts this shirt on, conforms to said muscles. His hair, I’d noticed he’d changed up shaving underneath and keeping the length he had up top where he puts it into a bun. Then, of course, he’d grown out his beard over the months I’d been away and had yet to shave it. In fact, if he does, I think it might upset me as it’s something I like to look at as well as have become accustomed to stroking my fingers through when I’m lying with him in bed falling asleep.

I turn to face him as he comes back out of the closet, holding a box in his hands. Placing box on the end of the bed, he opens lid and tears well in my eyes at what he pulls out. “I’d had this made a while back when I’d still been an asshole who couldn’t see clearly. I always knew