we’ll talk another time. You don’t have to deal with it all right now.”
His words settle the racing emotions inside me, and I manage to stuff most of it back down, focusing on just him. I lean forward and capture his lips with my own, pouring every ounce of love I feel for him into the kiss.
His reaction is immediate. Strong hands cup my face as his kiss transports me to a place where worries are nothingness and the present moment is everything.
His nimble fingers quickly unbutton my pants, pushing them down over my ass. I kick and wiggle right out of them before launching them somewhere in the corner of the room. I interrupt our kiss just long enough to undress him, so that he’s just as naked as I am and then his lips are back on mine, like a starving man finding what he’s been looking for. Fingers threading through hair and moans echoing off the walls.
I feel so small in his arms when he's lying on top of me. His need to protect me is so ingrained in his very being that feeling the sheer weight of him is a comfort in and of itself.
"Kain?" His name pours from my lips like warm honey.
"Yes, precious?"
"Make love to me."
Kain freezes for a beat, his vibrant eyes staring into my soul as though he can still see us as we were many lifetimes ago. And maybe he can.
We lie there without moving, just enjoying each other's warmth. His naked body rocking back and forth on my heated skin. His cock is leisurely sliding up and down my increasingly wet pussy bringing a smile to his face, so bright my entire life lights up.
"You're getting wetter by the second. It's so fucking hot." I don't even blush at his words, I just push my hips up and beg him for more without uttering a single word.
On his stroke downward, he pushes inside me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. Making me feel whole, again.
My moan sparks some kind of fire in his eyes and in a split second, he's boxing me in between his forearms, biting and sucking on my mouth, his fingers curling in my hair as he makes sweet love to me.
Just like I asked.
Just like I needed.
With every thrust, he's more frantic. More demanding. More desperate to have me.
And my body is aching for him to own me, to reassure me. I need to remember that I'm alive and he's here. They all are. Even if I'm currently under his spell, my men are always present in my mind and soul, no matter whose cock is making me feel perfection.
"I've missed you so fucking much, precious. Don't ever do this to me again. To us."
I don't answer. What could I possibly say?
But I react with my own desperate kisses, my own nails digging into his scalp. My blunt teeth trying to break the skin of his neck. I want to drink him and eat him as he fucks the love right into me.
With Kain, it's the perfect balance between fucking and lovemaking.
Slow, hard thrusts change the tempo of our rhythm. From leisurely to impatient, Kain squeezes me a little harder, kisses me a little more fervently, rubs on me a little more desperately. He's close but he will never come before me, it goes against everything he believes.
But I won’t come unless he drinks from me, I need him to take that essence from me, proving to the both of us that I'm still alive.
Nipping at my lip, he slams into me once, then twice.
On the third thrust, he licks a path across my lips before turning my head and sinking his teeth into my thrumming vein.
The sensation is unequaled.
I think I scream but I can't be sure. All I know is that my orgasm starts at the tip of my toes and renders me blind for a few seconds as all of my emotions crash together like a tornado in the Midwest.
It's only when I come back down from my high that I realize that Kain is the one crying out from his own pleasure. His neck is strained from the effort, his face a mask of utter pleasure. His mouth deliciously open like he's unable to control himself.
He's beautiful when he comes.
He's beautiful because he only comes for me.
Chapter Eight
I wake up and stretch out, finding the bed empty beside me. I have no idea what time it is, but I am surprised