19
KAI
The cigar had gone cold in my hand. I pushed through the heavy door onto the Hotels private balcony.
I wanted to talk to Selena. To tell her how sorry I was for choosing Jade over her. For breaking up with her in the most inhumane way possible, I wanted to say sorry for the unkind words that had came out of my mouth at my wedding
But most of all I was sorry for our-
And I saw them.
I froze, half-hidden by a stone pillar draped in wisteria. On the adjacent terrace, bathed in silver moonlight, were Selena and Lucien.
She leaned against the railing. "Look," she whispered.
"My star is bright tonight."
Lucien came up behind her. His hands rested gently on the stone, caging her in tenderness. He leaned in.
"It's just Polaris, my love. A ball of superheated gas."
Selena laughed, tilting her head back. "My impossibly romantic astrophysicist."
He turned her in his arms. His gaze was a caress. His thumbs brushed her cheekbones. He kissed the corner of her eye. Her temple. The pulse point at her jaw.
When his lips finally found hers, it was a merging. Slow, deep, unhurried. I saw her hands come up to cradle Lucien's face.
Lucien found the zipper of her dress. The slow shush of its descent was deafening in the quiet. His palms followed the fabric as it fell. The dress pooled at her feet.
She stood before him, luminous. "You are the most beautiful constant," he murmured.
Selena smiled, a tear of happiness on her lash. She stepped into him. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. When it was open, she pushed it from his shoulders. Then, she leaned forward and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart. Her hands slid around his back, touching him with a tenderness that stole my breath.
Lucien's hands framed her face. His eyes, dark with a possessive fire I recognized all too well, drifted to the elegant column of her throat.
"I should mark you," Lucien whispered, his voice rough. "Right here. Let him see who you belong to now."
Selena's smile softened. She placed a hand on his chest. "Lucien, no. My mother… my aunts… they'll see. The whole wedding will be buzzing."
For a moment, he hesitated. The rational man, the one who loved her peace, warred with the primal man who needed the world to know. He rested his forehead against hers, a soft groan of frustration escaping him. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just… knowing he's here…"
"I know," she whispered, kissing him softly. "But I'm yours. You don't need a mark to prove it."
He nodded, pulling her close for a deep, reassuring kiss. I felt a vicious, unwelcome stab of relief. He's civilized. He's controlled. He's not me.
But then, as the kiss deepened, Lucien's hands slid into her hair, tilting her head back. The rational man lost. His mouth left hers and descended to her throat with a sudden, fierce hunger.
"Lucien—" she gasped, but it was half a laugh, half a sigh as his lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear. He sucked, deliberate and intense. Once. Then again, lower, where the neckline of any dress would fail to hide it.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, looking at the blossoming crimson marks with a mixture of triumph and apology.
Selena touched her neck, her eyes wide. Then she laughed, a low, breathy, delighted sound that held no anger, only surrendered amusement. "You are impossible," she said, pulling him back for a searing kiss. "And I am yours. Now the whole world will know."
Breathless, she reached up and carefully slid his glasses from his nose, setting them aside. Without the barrier, his gaze was naked, intense.
But instead of letting him lift her, she pushed him back. Just slightly. Enough to make him pause.
"My turn," she whispered.
She looked at him. All of him. Her eyes traveled down his body slowly, deliberately, like she was savoring every inch.
Kai Frost had never blushed in his life. But this man, this confident, commanding CEO, turned pink under her gaze. actually blushed.
"Selena—"
"Little Love."
She put a finger to his lips. "Let me look at you."
She smoothed her hands over his chest. Down his stomach. Lower.
They removed each others clothes he unhooked her bra and looked at her barechest.
She teased him with light touches, featherlight, pulling back just when he thought she would finally close the distance.
"You're adorable when you blush."
He groaned. "You're impossible."
"Your impossible."
She sank to her knees. Looked up at him with a wicked smile I have never seen before.
His head fell back. A groan ripped from his chest.His hands tangled in her hair,not pushing just holding. She took him in the mouth and sucked his cock. His hips Bucked slightly. A broken sound escaped him.
“God little Love.”
She looked up at him while she did it. Watched him come undone. Watched the powerful CEO fall apart because of her.
Her name fell from his lips like a prayer. Broken. Worshipful.
She pulled him closer. Wrapped her arms around him. Held him tight against her.
He pulled her up. Kissed her deep. Desperate.
"I need you," he breathed.
"Then have me."
He lifted her onto the stone balustrade. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He paused, forehead against hers.
"I love you," he breathed.
Her eyes held his. "I love love love you."
He entered her with a single, deep stroke.
And I saw it.
The way her body stretched to take him. The way she gasped, not from pain, from fullness. The way she moaned his name like she'd been waiting her whole life for exactly this
Because he was... substantial.
More than me.
I knew it instantly. The way she arched. The way she clung to him. The way she opened for him in a way she never had for me.
He was bigger.
And she was made for it.
They cried out together, a shared sound of wonder.
Their rhythm was a slow, deep conversation. His thrusts were measured, powerful, each one met by her answering roll. A sharp, gasping cry escaped Selena as he found a perfect, deep angle. "Oh—! Lucien… there…"
She'd never done that with me. Never told me where to go, what she needed. I'd thought she was just quiet. Shy.
She wasn't quiet. She was waiting for someone who would hear her.
Lucien's voice was a ragged, reverent chant against her skin. "My wife… my heart… Selena." He said her name not as a generic cry, but with a possessive, awestruck focus.
Each time he sank into her fully, Selena's breath would hitch into a soft, desperate gasp, her body arching as if trying to take him even deeper. Her hands clutched at his back.
"I feel… I feel all of you," she sobbed.
He could feel her tightening around him. I saw it in the way her back arched, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders. She was close.
It broke him.
His control shattered. His rhythm fractured into something desperate, driving. A deep, guttural groan was torn from his chest.
"Selena." Her name was a raw, shattered prayer against her skin. "God… Selena…"
He pulsed inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him completely, holding him through it, kissing his mouth, swallowing his groans, sheltering him in his own release.
They clung to each other, shaking, fused.
A perfect, silent, trembling union.
When he could move, Lucien looked at the dark blooms on her throat, then into her eyes. A faint, possessive smile touched his lips.
Selena, still trembling, framed his face. "I love you," she said again. "With everything I am."
He gathered her into his arms. "I know," he whispered into her hair. "Now they all will."
I finally moved. A ragged, broken sound tore from my throat. Hot, silent tears streamed down my face.
I'd never made a sound like that for her. Never lost control because she undid me. Never had her hold me through it like I was something precious.
He groaned her name like it was the only word he knew.
She held him like he was the only thing keeping her alive.
That wasn't just sex. That was worship.
I turned away, the image burned into my soul. The marks on her throat. The way her body cradled his. The kiss that sealed a pact I could never be part of.
I cried for the man I could have been. For the love I could have given her, if I'd been brave enough to stop running.
But I hadn't.
And now she was his.
Every laugh. Every tear. Every shudder.
She was never vanilla. She just never felt safe with me because I made her feel like she was never good enough. He made her, I broke her but seeing her touch someone who isn’t me, kiss someone else and let them have her finally, It breaks me. I know I fumbled I know it was my fault but I thought I would be the only man to ever get to touch her, I’ve never seen her with someone else and I realize that fuck it! She should be with me, I'm angry at myself and her. Me for fucking up but her for allowing someone else to touch her. I always felt like she was mine and watching another man in your house is the most gut-wrenching thing to ever feel.
She was waiting. Waiting for someone who could fill her. In every way.