Chapter 11
ELEVEN
I didn’t scream.
I howled.
I bellowed.
I became undone and then pieced myself back together again. I had just orgasmed for the first time in far too long, and it was fucking fantastic. But it only made me hungrier for more.
My eyes found his. Face slick with sweat and . . . me, he was sexy as hell.
I panted, “Are you really real?”
“As real as you want me to be. I’m here to serve you in any capacity until you no longer need me.
” He stood to his full height and pressed his body between my thighs.
After something so intimate, I usually ran to clean myself off, to dress and move on with my day, but I didn’t want that.
I wanted to stay in my nakedness. To enjoy the way his eyes trailed over every part of me.
“What if I always need you?” I asked.
“Then I will be here.”
“How am I supposed to bring some six-foot sex spirit onboard my flight home?”
Laughter rumbled deep in his chest. “Do you remember the name of the booth where you found me?”
“BookCon Carry-On?”
He nodded. His large hands kneaded my thighs. God, it felt good.
“I will return to my clay nature whenever you need. Simply wish me goodnight, and I will reform as I came.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I am not.”
His hands found their way to my shoulders. His thumbs dug into my knots. “Keep doing that and I might come again. It’s been years since someone touched me like this.”
“This is how you should be treated always. You must never settle. Never put your needs last ever again. I am here to make sure you remember that.”
His fingers moved to my scalp, and he massaged my head like a sculptor working clay. I closed my eyes and moaned. I never thought I’d want a man back in my life, but someone to care for me, someone to make me feel like this, like a goddamn queen, would be nice.
Ollin continued to work his magic on me.
His skilled fingers rediscovered places I’d forgotten needed attention.
When he found his way to my ass and squeezed my soft cheeks, a pulse of heat spurred inside my core.
I let my head fall back, exposing my neck and chest to him. He took my breasts in his strong grasp.
“Aren’t you upset a man like you didn’t come back to help someone important?”
“You are important.”
“No. I mean, like a warrior?”
He bent down and kissed me under my jaw. “You are a warrior. To live in this world, in this timeline, is no easy feat. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you for as long as you need me.”
“It doesn’t feel right to just use you for sex.” I wouldn’t ever want anyone to feel like Alanzo made me feel.
“Consider me your whetstone. I am here to sharpen you for battle. Whatever that may be. I do not feel used, Victoria. I feel invigorated. Trust me, I will enjoy every second of this,” he whispered into my ear.
Chills rippled over my body.
His dick was already growing with anticipation.
“You’ll do whatever I wish, huh?” I asked.
“I will.”
I smiled. “Good.”