After a couple of cold showers, I finally have calmed down. When I step out in my towel, she's already asleep. Rolled herself up in the blanket like a burrito. I gently moved her to the side of the bed and place her head on a pillow.

She moves a lot in her sleep, tossing and turning. I wonder if she's having nightmares; I could easily find out but I can't continue to invade her privacy.

Texting Fiona, I want her to know what's going on, check in on my little sister, and make sure she keeps Rian busy tomorrow.

Her reply: AHHH IM SO HAPPY!!! WILL DO!!! you both deserve happiness. Goodnight xoxo

Sometimes I wonder if I deserve happiness. People work hard and live shitty lives, never getting the upper hand, aren't they just as worthy of happiness? Whereas people like her stepfather and mother still breathe. For now.

I know this: my soulmate is worthy of happiness and if that makes me happy, so be it.

She needs to stop moaning in her sleep. She smiles and says something incoherent. So probably not nightmares. Maybe she's having a sex dream. I get hard just thinking about the first time I saw her and she swore that it was a dream where I was her Dom. How easily she believed I didn't want her...

I don't know when I fell asleep. The last thing I remember is laying propped up on my side watching her dream.

I'm covered in a blanket that smells like the inside of a Bath and Bodywork's store. It's kind of gross. I need a shower.

As quietly and quickly as I can, I make my way to the bathroom, tossing the blanket in the bin I saw the dirty towels in.

Oisin hasn't woken up yet, and after last night, I want to make sure I look good for when he does finally see me. So I closed the door and locked it.

Turning on the shower to a full force of hot water, I let it ease the tension in my body. Not wasting any time I wash and rinse, and brush my teeth in the shower. I hop out and dry myself off.

When I finally go to the vanity, setting a hairdryer, lotion, and comb down. I wipe the mirror of it's fog to see someone I don't know.

I know it's me. It has to be me. But an upgraded version of me.

My eyes look bigger, my lashes fuller, and my lips plumper. I haven't put on any makeup and yet I look like I've had a whole makeover.

My fair skin glows, my cheeks lightly blush, and what I can only refer to as ancient script looking tattoos come and go on my body when touched. Not to mention my butt looks bubblier and now seems to rival my chest. I feel lighter, although the curves are definitely there - I somehow look dainty and feminine.

I comb my hair and it's longer, more vibrant. A red chatoyancy to my already mahogany brown hair. It's still wavy but easier to tame. I look like a faerie minus the wings.

Oh god. Will I have wings?!

Running out of the bathroom I need to have someone check for wings!!! As soon as I open the door in a panic I hit a wall.

Well, a wall of muscles. His muscles.

My hands flatten on his upper body, feeling their way down towards that damn V sculpted by the gods themselves covered by low hanging sweatpants. My breath hitches when he catches my hands by the wrist before I can get to his waistband.

"Good morning Evee." His husky morning voice sends delightful chills down my spine. I shiver in his arms. "Are you cold love?" I look up at this Adonis of a man. Dark hair, sparkling aquamarine blue eyes, strong jaw line, and god those pink lips that I just have to kiss. He looks concerned, his brows together, his lips parted.

When our eyes meet his concern turns into a very sexy smirk. "Because I'd be happy to warm you up." He cups my cheek.

He leans down, his bright blue eyes flicker between my lips and my body. "Please mast..." I can't even finish the word before his lips are on mine. Luscious delicious lips, fitting perfectly with mine, moving perfectly with mine. I can barely breathe but I'd rather die in this moment. He pulls on my hair tilting my head back so he can go deeper. My moaning gives him the opening to slip his tongue into my minty fresh mouth. Thank goodness I brushed my teeth. I suck his tongue making him groan, but he fights for dominance, massaging my tongue making my core come ignite. I whine as he separates our mouths, but his body is moving back, bringing him with me. A sexy smirk. Killing me, I can't help but bite my bottom lip, tasting Oisin on it drives me crazy. Oh my god, this man was created for me.

Pushing him back on the bed he moves himself up, holding his hand out for me to join him. Instead I reach for his waistband and allow his cock to be free.

He takes a breath in and closes his eyes as my hand wraps around it. I quickly tug the sweatpants off and toss them before continuing. Getting up on the large unmade bed, I sit back on my calves and put both hands around him. "Evee...love...you don't have to do this." I feel in control as he can barely speak. Every touch of mine, as I pump up and down his hard shaft, gives me a jolt of power to my ego.

I want to keep going but he sits up and stops my hands. "Evelyn." I've always thought my name was too old fashioned and didn't feel like it belonged to me, but when Oisin says it, my core surges with a heat that aches for him.

He takes ahold of my hands and wraps them around the back of his neck. His hands grab my waist and carefully holds me up above his, allowing me to straddle him. I try to lower myself, desperate for contact.

"I need you." Whispering against his lips. He eases his grip allowing me to lower myself closer to him. I rock back and forth on his tip, knowing how sensitive that is for him. I can feel his cock getting slick between his precum and my hot wet sex. Every time it nears my clit I moan his name and beg him to stay there. But he's taking his time, teasing me as always.

His eyes light up when I make any sound. And his smile is devilishly handsome. I lick my lips wanting to know what wicked, naughty things he's thinking about. I kiss, lick, and nibble along his jawline and neck then come back up to start the slow torture again.

"Fucking Christ woman! You are trying to kill me?!" His arms wrap around my waist and pull me down, aligning himself to my open. "You are so wet. So fucking beautiful. Mind, body, and soul. I wanted to claim you months ago. I've wanted to feel you, take my time with you, but it's now or never love, do you want me to fuck you?"

Yes! YES! YASSSSS!!! I nod my head like a made woman.

"I want to hear you say it love. What do you want?"

"I, Evelyn, want you, Oisin, to fuck me." It sounded so lame. Not sexy at all. Even with my new found confidence I can't curse. My voice was shaking but my body was already trying to move against him. My hands were pulling on his dark hair at the nape of his neck.

Our foreheads touched as the tension was building. "That was as quiet as a church mouse, don't you want me inside of you?" He teased, our breathing was so labored and hot and the scent of our breaths and body combined was erotic. "Evelyn..." He started to lower me, "say yes like you mean it."

"Yes! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" I yelled at him staring him straight in those beautiful eyes that flashed dark and back to the blue ones I love so much. "Yes mam," he winked and told me to relax as he started nibbling my earlobe. "Fuck you are dripping for me." His lips moved against my neck. "And tight. Mmm. You like it when I say dirty things to you, don't you?" Lower... "I can feel your pussy respond to my dirty words. Fuuuck, I can feel your pretty pussy clench around my cock. I love having your titties in my face. Im going to put my dick between them and cum all over them. I'm going to claim every inch of you." My mouth opened and my eyes went wide. "Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Please...please Oisin. Master. I need you...all of you." His fingers gripped into my hips controlling my body, but as soon as I said Master he slammed deep into me.

"Holy shit!" That hurt but the tingling sparks I feel when he touches my skin are now inside me. It only takes me a moment for the pain to become pleasure. His manhood rubbing against my walls create a sensation that only a vibrator could do. This is pure bliss.

"Are you ok love?"

"Yeah...just needed to adjust."

"So you're saying I have a large cock?" He seems happy with himself. Quickly going from worried to proud.

Oisin stayed still rocking me back and forth, giving my clit the attention it desired. Then he pressed his thumb on it and I rocked harder against him, feeling closer to my release. Throwing my head back I no longer felt his kisses on my neck. And while I was enjoying this moment of pleasure, I wanted to know where he was.

Oisin's eyes were watching me, taking me in as I grew closer to the edge. His eyes can't seem to get enough of me. I felt desired, sexy, and confident as waves of pleasure roll over me, releasing a my juices all over him. "Beautiful." His finger slipping down to take a bit and puts it on my lips bringing me in for the most passionate kiss of my life.

And that's when he lost it. His eyes went black, his grip tightened to the point of definitely bruising me, and he found the sweet spot on my neck. I moved my head to the other side, opening up to him as he slid in and out of me, building up the tension again in my bundle of nerves.

"I need...I need...Please!!!" I cried out as he upped his pace making sure every time he was as deep as he could be in me, my clit was connected with his pelvis. I needed him to stay there and give me some friction. I took one of my hands and just let my fingers pleasure myself.

My body tensed, I had to grab onto a fistful of hair for support as he fucked me harder grunting and groaning.

"Mine!!!" He yelled through clenched teeth. And that's when I lost it. "Cum on my cock. That's it...again!" He slammed into me and sure enough I was sensitive enough to cum again.

"Holy...mother of..." I could barely see as my eyes rolled in the back of my head and my body went limp with pleasure. Waves hitting me making me scream his name.

And then when he was about to cum, he bit me.