Her Savior

“I love you, Ian, please make me yours.”

He stopped his kisses the moment she voices her words. His heart swells with love that he never knew could be so overwhelming.

He kissed her hard and whispered harshly in her ear saying that he loves her too.

“Ian… more…”

He looked deeply into her eyes and sheathed his dick and push into her in one hard thrust, she moaned as he hits her in the right spot. She thought she wouldn’t like rough sex after Benjamin, but now with Ian, she was practically begging him.

He cursed and they both breathed heavily from the sheer intensity that they share. He sucked her neck, carefully minding her cast arm, and garb her in all the right places making her squirm for more.

She was clenching his dick tighter as each thrust was deep and hard. Her short nails dug deep into his back, he could feel her passion as she bites his shoulder making him groan and push himself even deeper. He was stretching her, then holding her waist down, keeping her still, and took her legs to his chest.

The sex was hotter than he had ever imagined it could be, she was wanting him, begging him over and over again until she finally climaxes and shuddered under him. But he didn’t stop there as he kept on saying that he loves her, erratically moving above her thrusting repeatedly. He didn’t want to pull away from her, and she started rocking her hips when she was building herself for another climax.

“Damn it, Blair! you’re going to be sore if you don’t slow down baby.” He stopped himself for a second, kissing her delectable lips deeply.

“Ian, please make me sore, make me forget about him…” she replied in between their kisses.

And that made him lose it and finally gave his all to take her higher. He breaks away from their kiss and moves down to kiss her arousal, she was moaning louder as she felt his expert tongue pleasuring her relentlessly. Her hand grabbed his short strands, while he parted her legs wider and devour her until he felt her legs trembling as she was nearing her orgasm.

Then he swiftly moves up and thrust hard inside her, lifting her hips and pushing deeper and faster. Her legs gave up and he was holding them up to his chest, parting them to his liking and he moaned her name louder telling her that he was going to climax.

“Now baby…!”

It took her seconds when she arched her back and climax again, her hips were trying to move back but his hold on her was possessive and strong while he moves until he finally climaxes within seconds from hers.

“Are you okay? Was it too much?” he asked with a still heavy breath, but she let out a sexy laugh and pulled his face down a kiss.

“I could never get enough of you Ian. I love you.”

“I love you more Blair… and I’m liking this side of you.” He whispered and kissed her hair, then slowly pulled out and slumped to her side.

*****

It was almost dinner time when there was a knock at the door. Ian was out getting his stuff, she was hesitant in opening the door. But finally did as her voice was heard from the other side of the door.

“I know you’re in there Ian, please I need to talk to you.”

His mother? How did she find him?

Her calm voice was as cold as the day she was cast out of his residence. And Blair knows that she had to face her, so she decided to rip the bandage and get it over with.

After Blair knows that they both love each other, there was nothing more to lose. She would face it, Ian had said that she was strong. So she was preparing herself mentally as she opened their hotel room for his dear mother.

“Blair…”

“Mrs. Taylor.” She nodded in respect and open the door for his mother.

She walked into their suite with a calculated step, as if she has so many thoughts and questions for her.

“My son is in love with you.”

“He is, as so am I.”

The older woman nodded to her reply. They conversed in choppy sentences as both were trying hard to calm their emotion down.

“You murdered your husband.”

“I did, self-defense after years of abuse.”

There was still a tremble in her voice every time she recited the words. She thought she could handle herself better, but she was not as strong as Ian thought she was.

“You have regrets.” His mother stated when she saw her expression.

Blair moves to the small coffee station as she decided to busy herself and make coffee for both of them.

His mother looked at the young fragile-looking woman with a cast on her arm. She was beautiful, his mother understands how Ian had fallen for her. He had talked about her earlier and now Carol was alone with her and was trying to understand her better.

She loves her son very much, and she wanted to understand him better. She was afraid that he would jeopardize his career and all his hard work for a husband killer.

“Yes, I was trying to live on my own when your son found me.”

She put her cup in front of his mother, then was back for her cup. The cast still restrained her mobility and she hated how it had kept reminding her of the incident.

“Your arm.”

“My husband, it was almost healed when he decided to push me down and kick me…” her voice started to get shaky, she hated this. She wanted to be strong in front of his mother, she didn’t want to be pitied by her.

“I’m sorry Blair. Look Ian has told me about your story, I’m just trying to protect my son. You don’t have to… I’m not pushing you here.”

“I understand that Mrs. Taylor, your son is too good for me, that was why I decided to leave his house when you came.”

His mother was slowly easing up on her, she could see that Blair was telling the truth. She had spent decades of her life talking to the fake upper class and she knows exactly when people are lying to her. And when she heard and saw Blair, she knew exactly that her tears were real. That she was scared of all that was happening to her.

“Please, it’s Carol.”

“Thank you, Carol.” She was teary once again, she’d never imagined that his mother would see her for who she was. But seeing the son that she raised, Blair understood where Ian gets his compassion side from.

He had told Blair that he was still a toddler when he was put into the system. She knew he would probably grow up differently with all the rage that he has as a child who grew up in an abusive family if the Taylor’s didn’t adopt him.

“Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I’m actually waiting for…”

Ian came through the door before Blair had the chance to finish her words. He looks at both women a bit confused.

“Mom?”

“I’m sorry for barging in on both of you, but I needed to talk to you.”

His mom started talking, while he looks at Blair whose eyes were still a bit red. He knew she had shed her tears, but she looked fine as she gives him a little smile that warms his insides instantly.

“… so, we have a talk and I’m sorry about our first meet Blair. I should not judge you too soon.” She took her hand sincerely and Blair shed another tear because of it.

She was overwhelmed with all the attention and the help she had in the past couple of weeks, and all she could do was keep on crying. Knowing that she had given up on her own life if it wasn’t for her own mother that needed her.

“Blair… hey, it’s okay, I’m sorry mom. She gets overwhelmed easily.” Ian quickly went to her side and hugged her.

His mother was relieved seeing her son with Blair, she was more honest than a couple of the women she had lined up for Ian. She wanted him to settle down, to have a balanced life. Though they have a bit of a rocky start, hopefully, Blair would have a smooth journey ahead of her.

She could see how he fell so hard for Blair, the protectiveness was easily shown and she was proud that she had done her job in raising her only son. The son that she had adopted the day when her husband surprised her with a visit to an orphanage.

“I’m okay Ian, thank you. And can we invite your mom for dinner?” she smiled shyly at him, making his heart want to have her for good.

He was a bit stunned by his last thoughts, yet he smiled and told his mom to have dinner with them.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.