Chapter 50—day...whatever.

Rosie

My eyes peeled open slowly as I noticed I was snuggled perfectly in Jude’s warm embrace, and a smile found its way to my lips. Feeling my stomach flutter, I stared at him peacefully sleeping beside me, his face relaxed and beautiful in the soft morning light filtering through the window.

This man is mine. My man. My mate.

Jude’s chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and his nose was slightly scrunched up in sleep as he looked so peaceful. He was so beautiful it made my heart ache. I gingerly trailed my hands over his face, tracing his sharp jawline, the curve of his cheekbone, and the shape of his lips.

My hand froze mid-air when he pried his eyes open slowly, midair and his amber eyes, which seemed clearer, stared at me with such tenderness, which made my heart skip tremendously.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he said, and his low baritone morning voice was rough from sleep, and it did something to me, making warmth pool in my belly.

"Morning," I responded with a muffled voice, feeling a blush creeping to my cheeks.

He pulled me closer, and he rested his head on my chest right between my breasts, and my hands automatically wrapped around his head, holding him close while his arms came around my back, pulling me impossibly tighter against him.

"How are you feeling?" I asked softly while placing gentle kisses on the top of his head, and a vibration rumbled from deep in his chest like a purr, which I felt against my skin.

"Good," he responded and rubbed his nose against the swell of my breast, nuzzling into me while I giggled at the ticklish sensation before he took my nipple into his warm mouth, and my breath hitched as his eyes raised to look at me and I was mesmerized all over again.

This man was so beautiful.

And all mine.

He sucked on my breast gently as he kneaded my second breast with his hand, still staring up at me with those intense amber eyes, and my breathing started to get heavier. He bit down gently on the sensitive bud and then grinned up at me cheekily, clearly pleased with himself with the reaction he was getting from my body.

As he trailed kisses slowly down from my breast to my stomach, leaving a trail of heat wherever his lips touched, my stomach chose that exact moment to grumble loudly, and I wanted the bed to open up and swallow me whole from embarrassment.

He chuckled at my mortification, clearly amused, and quickly detached himself from our sweet intimate embrace and picked me up in bridal style, then started walking toward the kitchen with me cradled in his arms.

He made us breakfast while I watched him move around the kitchen. When he was done, he placed a dish plate in front of me and took a seat beside me. Throughout eating, Jude just stared at me intensely as I brought the food to my mouth, and his eyes darkened with each bite I took, like watching me eat was somehow arousing to him.

He stretched his hand across the table and wiped the jam that had stained the corner of my lips with his thumb before bringing it to his own mouth and licking it slowly and sensually. His eyes were staring so deeply into mine that I could feel heat already pooling between my legs.

As I reached for my fork to take another bite, my hand trembled slightly from the hunger in his hooded eyes, and the fork fell from my fingers with a loud clank against the plate. Jude smiled slyly while stopping me before I could bend to retrieve it, and he bent down under the table to pick it up himself.

But before I knew what was happening, he was between my legs under the table, and he parted my thighs. He inhaled my pussy like it was a drug he was addicted to, and then his tongue dashed out and lapped at me, which made me tremble in the chair from the sudden overwhelming sensation.

Jude had crawled completely under the table and was eating me out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

My body was buzzing with electricity, and he was eating me out roughly like a starved man as he nipped on my clit and then sucked on it to ease the pain. I tried to clamp my thighs together from the overwhelming sensation, but he didn’t allow it, and instead, he placed my legs over each of his shoulders, spreading me wider, which gave him better access.

My hips started rocking involuntarily against his mouth, and my head rolled back as pleasure built rapidly.

Fuck, fuck! I chanted. I was in a daze as the first orgasm crashed over me, but he didn’t stop; he just continued driving his tongue into me again, swirling, thrusting, and sucking again until another orgasm ripped through me and then another until I lost count.

When he was finally done, he stood up from under the table, and his head hit the underside of the table with a loud thunk, but he didn’t even seem to notice or care as he licked his lips sensually while my legs were still trembling uncontrollably and my eyes were still dazed from the aftermath of multiple orgasms.

"So delicious," he grinned, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Thanks for the scrumptious breakfast."

And my cheeks exploded with heat.

After breakfast, he did the dishes while I sat there because I couldn’t even move my legs properly; they felt like jelly. Then he picked me up gently and carried me to the couch, and I rested my head on his chest as we settled into each other’s nakedness, breathing in each other’s scent as he turned on the TV to some random channel.

I wasn’t even watching whatever was playing on the screen because I closed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of how his fingers raked gently through my hair, massaging my scalp, and my shoulders were relaxing completely as tension I didn’t know I was holding melted away while he was releasing a soft purring sound from deep in his chest that vibrated against my ear.

I didn’t even know how we moved from being in each other’s embrace to kissing each other deeply with our lips moving slowly together, savoring every touch, and then he was positioning himself between my legs and sliding into me so slowly, inch by inch, that I felt every bit of him stretching me, filling me, and our eyes stayed locked on each other the entire time, refusing to look away even for a second.

He moved inside me with slow, deep rolls of his hips that were so different from the frantic pounding of the past days, and every thrust was gentle, like he was trying to memorize the feeling of being inside me, and I could feel everything through the bond—not just the physical pleasure but the overwhelming love pouring from him into me and from me into him until I couldn’t tell where my emotions ended and his began.

Every emotion, every feeling, every sensation was shared between us through the bond, making everything feel magnified tenfold more intense than it should be, and I gasped at the feeling of experiencing my own pleasure while simultaneously feeling his pleasure at being inside me.