Chapter 393

AMELIA “Drake,” I murmur as he coaxes the last tremor of my orgasm from me. He’s made me come so many times that I am now made entirely of liquid. My bones are fluid, my muscles weak, and I can barely form a word. In fact, the only word I seem able to remember is his name. We ate Mario’s exploding donut balls and we talked and cuddled. Then, as promised, he fucked me hard and long and deep. Afterward, he fucked me slow and soft. Then he made me come with his lips and tongue. He has kissed every part of my body, caressed every inch, and told me repeatedly how much he loves me. How he’s never going to let me go again. I feel safe. Adored. Cherished. Drake’s love language has always been sensual, but now he has added to it with actual language, telling me in words how he feels as well as with his actions. He crawls up the bed to be next to me, swiping his beard clean with his hand. “God, I missed having you squirt your cum all over my face,” he says, climbing under the covers and pulling