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three-story mansion that’s clearly been renovated and sets up the hill from what used to be my father’s home.
    Since I’m only wearing what I left with and his coat, he refuses to let me walk into the house; instead, he carries me into his palace. I protest, but my words aren’t vehement— not that he would listen anyway. I have a feeling Trent steamrolls people all the time. I’ve made no decisions since he has rescued me, but the crazy thing is that I don’t mind. His controlling, protective tendencies are endearing. It brings about emotions that have been missing since my mother died. Besides, I like the feel of being in his strong, thick arms.
    He carries me through his mini castle and up the stairs to a bedroom. I don’t look at the room because I’m curled into his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s intoxicating, and I let out a soft sigh which gets me busted.
    “Bunny, you like the way I smell?”
    “Yes,” I admit. Hell, I might as well; I’ve been caught red-handed sniffing my handsome knight. He smiles like he’s won some victory over me. I expect him to put me down on my feet, but he doesn’t. He carries me all the way to his king-sized bed and lays me down on the pillows. This must be his room. The realization is scary and thrilling at the same time. Climbing up with me, he parts my thighs and I think he’s going to take it to the next level, but he doesn’t.
    Looking down at me, he growls, “Just like I imagined. You look perfect against our pillows.” I don’t miss the “our” and I absorb it in my bones. Could this guy be serious?
    He takes my mouth again, and just like the first time, it’s intense. I would say it’s a panty scorching kiss, but I’m not wearing any because I’d left the house for what I thought would be only a moment. Even with the lack of clothing, I don’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I’m just glad they’re not a hindrance to my pussy. He lifts his face from mine then lets out a sigh before getting up. If I didn’t see that massive bulge practically splitting his seems, I would’ve thought he was disappointed with my kissing.
    “I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he commands with his deep timber before exiting the room, and I’m juicing even more than I was a moment ago.
    Seeing his hard-on, I am reminded of what happened in the hospital. My virgin pussy never felt anything remotely close to the pleasure he gave me. I moan as I relive his touch.
    “You’re supposed to be resting, not thinking about what I’m going to do to you tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow?” I don’t mean to sound needy, but he left my pussy throbbing and wet. His look tells me he’s happy with my response.
    “Yes, tomorrow. You heard the doctor’s instructions. She said to take it easy for the next twenty-four hours. So that’s what we’re going to do, but once that’s up, you best be prepared for the best orgasms of your life. I’m fucking you until neither of us can stand.”
    I moan and rub my thighs together because his words only serve to turn me on even more. He groans and grips his cock as he watches me squirm.
    “Fucking shit. You need to get some rest. I’ve got some things to take care of for tomorrow, so I’ll be working in the room down the hall. If you need anything, just shout and I’ll be here.”
    I want to tell him what I need is between his legs, but he’s right, and I don’t wish to push the poor man. He keeps staring at my pussy, and I know he wants it as much as I want to give it to him. He turns to walk out of the room but doubles back, bends over my pussy, takes a deep, greedy sniff then bites my cunt and growls, “Mine.” Then he walks out the door.
    I throw my head back on the pillow and instantly regret it. The headache that seems non-existent when Trent’s in the room hits me full force. I’m aching all over and I know I can’t find any sort of relief for another two hours when I’m able to take my ibuprofen. They offered me