Oh my god. He was it. He was it for me. I felt a surge of emotion and peace rush within me and wash over me.
He reached for me again, “Let’s get you that release, Angelbaby. I could use one, too.”
God, I loved him.
As I came I couldn’t stop the words “I love you” from tumbling out. I said, “I love you, Drake,” and then I closed my eyes and drifted off toward sleep almost instantly afterwards.
He was against me, holding me. He didn’t reply. But that didn’t matter. I just needed him to know. He held me a while and then I felt him tuck me in and tell me he’d be back later.
Drake's POV
Does she love me?
She’s so f****d up right now. She’s regressed so deep into her slave behavior and she’s so f*****g fragile that I need to handle her with care. I don’t know what more I need to know fr
