Chapter Thirty-Four
Thirty-four
Scarlett
Kian Ishida has a filthy mouth.
I don’t have time to dwell on the revelation because I’m pressed against his massive body, his bare, tattooed skin all over me, blocking my view of anything but him.
Kian kisses me hard, then moves down my jaw, to my neck, kissing the cold metal of my necklace. My breath catches when he lifts it with his finger, watching it glint in the light.
I got the chain for myself from a local flea market after I testified against my dad. It was a small gift, and a reminder of what I could get through. Two hearts, one for the girl I was before that day, and one for me after.
“This is pretty.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, focusing on trying not to make my chest rise and fall so rapidly. I’m already soaked, and I squirm under his touch, hoping he does something soon.
Then he kisses his way down my chest, between my breasts, admiring the nipple piercings. “These are pretty too.”
I blush like an idiot. I’ve been told I have a “nice rack,” but when Kian says it, it’s like he’s complimenting artwork.
When he pulls my jeans down my legs, I’m trembling.
I help him push my jeans down my thighs, knowing they’ll get stuck there and I’ll have to do an embarrassing shimmy to get them all the way down. But Kian doesn’t let me. With a kiss to my navel, he pulls off my jeans and my underwear, leaving me entirely bare under the fluorescents.
It took me a while to become comfortable with my naked body, especially when men are looking at it, but with Kian, something crackles up my spine. It only flares when a low, hungry groan leaves his mouth as he parts my thighs.
Kian drops to his knees.
“You’re so pretty. So wet.” He runs his thumb down my slit. “Fucking swollen for me, aren’t you, baby?”
I whimper, feeling my arousal drip down my thighs and onto the table. “Yes.”
But then Kian presses his face into my pussy. His deep, guttural moan vibrates against my core and makes my legs shake uncontrollably. “Easy, Scar, I haven’t even started.”
Fuck, he’s right. How am I already so close? But clearly I don’t care if he knows how gone I am for him, because a series of pleas leave my mouth in succession. I’m hoping he pities me and soothes the spreading ache.
“I know, I know, baby,” he coos. He actually fucking coos at me.
I thought that would work, thought he’d give in immediately. But I’m quickly realizing that this version of Kian doesn’t let me get away with anything. He keeps me exactly where he wants me, only giving me enough to keep me going.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart. You want my fingers that badly?
” The question makes me tighten my thighs around his head, which elicits a chuckle from him, low and dirty.
Like he’s fucking me with his words. I’ve never had someone wind me up so bad, especially the first time.
But I suppose Kian and I have been caught in the longest, most tortuous game of foreplay in history.
He easily pulls my legs apart. “I need you to answer the question, Scar.”
I don’t know what he asked, but I nod, probably a little too quickly, but it works because he snakes a hand around my thighs, pressing it to my stomach.
Then his lips suction over my clit, forcing a sharp, electric current to jolt through my body.
I don’t know if it’s the way he looks up at me as he pushes his tongue inside me, or his moans rumbling like tectonic plates under my skin, but it doesn’t take long for my hands to find his soft hair, tightening on it until I’m sure I’m hurting him.
“I can’t.”
“You can. You’re doing so good.” I clench around his words, and even more when he inserts two fingers. “You like that, huh?”
“Just make me come, Kian,” I say instead. But he’s right. I love the praise. It’s what got me off every time, but none felt like this. Like his.
“Be good, Scar, and I might just give you an A plus for this pussy.”
God, he’s insane. I try not to react, keeping my moans locked, but then he must notice my sudden silence because he curls his fingers inside me and sucks my clit again. My head falls back on the table, my back arching, and I feel tears as I come.
Kian continues to thrust his fingers inside me.
“I c-can’t. It’s t-too much.”
“You okay, baby?” He asks it like a taunt, like he knows exactly how wound up I am. I arch off the table like I’ve been possessed, and I’m not convinced that’s not what’s happened.
“Slow,” I murmur, completely out of my mind.
“You want it slow,” he asks, moving at glacial pace. “Or fast?” Then he’s thrusting into me again, his tongue expertly stroking over my hot skin. He does that a few times, going slow and then fast, making my mind complete mush until I come again.
Kian groans then, cursing under his breath when I let out a high-pitched sound.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. Then his hands tremble on my skin, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s just as wound up as I am. When his gaze catches mine, I come apart again. He pulls back, moaning, pressing a thumb over my clit in the process, and we’re coming together.
When I open my eyes I see stars. Then Kian’s in my view again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he takes his glistening fingers into his mouth.
My mouth falls open at the sight. He hovers over me again, dipping those same fingers straight into my mouth, then kissing me.
My hand grazes the hard bulge in his pants.
“Scarlett,” he reprimands.
He’s all flushed and wound up when I bat my lashes at him, smiling innocently. “Your turn.”
Kian lets out a hoarse chuckle. “That was my turn.”
A fear blooms in my chest that this is over, and that for some reason it’s the last time I’ll see Kian like this. Open and just for me. That’s usually how this goes for me.
“But next time you can have your way with me.” He says it like he knows my mind is spiraling, and suddenly I feel exposed, and a little cold in this room when he’s not touching me.
“Can I have my pants?” I blurt out.
He chuckles before getting my jeans and underwear from where they’re discarded on the floor and helping me into them, even buttoning them for me.
Kian drives me back to Iona, his heavy palm on my thigh the entire way. It’s the first time a man’s put his hand there and I haven’t shifted for it to “accidentally” slip off. I want to keep Kian there, always close to me, warming my skin in a way only he can.
When he parks outside, I stare at him, unclipping my seat belt.
“Should we talk about this?” I ask, but I’d rather not ruin what we just had. Suddenly, I’m uncertain about what’s supposed to happen now. Because there’s so much here that we haven’t said. That I haven’t said.
Kian kisses me tenderly. “Tomorrow. I want the last memory in my mind when I fall asleep tonight to be your moans.”