Chapter 17 Kaylor #2
That broke something fundamental in him. I saw it happen, the careful control he’d been maintaining shattered like glass. He swore under his breath. “Damaged? You think you’re somehow more broken than I am? That’s what you think?”
“Then what’s stopping you?” I whispered, closing the last bit of space between us so my chest pressed to his, and I could see his pupils dilate and watched his pulse hammer in his throat.
His fingers came to span my waist. I loved how big they were, how it seemed he could nearly circle my whole waist with them. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you. That’s the problem.”
He couldn’t say something like that to me and expect me not to melt.
Liquid heat pooled into my lower belly, a feeling I hadn’t been sure I’d ever have again but dreamed about.
I’d come too damn close to never seeing him again.
My fingers teased the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I don’t see how wanting me is a problem, not when that same want lives in me. ”
His eyes flared.
“Is your father still downstairs?” I asked, my gaze dropping to his lips. I desperately wanted to kiss him, to flip all his rage into desire.
His eyes darkened. “He left after our talk.”
It felt so damn good to have his warmth seeping into me.
No matter how much mayhem found its way into my life, this thing between Kreed and me was the only thing that felt right.
Sometimes the height difference between us was a curse.
Like now, when he wasn’t meeting me halfway, when I was the one doing the pursuing.
I lifted higher on my toes, bringing our lips close enough that they nearly touched.
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, then you—”
His mouth crashed into mine, hard, desperate, and absolutely wild, the kind of kiss that stole every coherent thought from my head and replaced it with pure heat. His hands came up to frame my face, fingers threading into my hair, angling my head exactly where he wanted it.
Yes. God, yes. This was what I needed, what I dreamed about. I never wanted Kreed to stop kissing me, and I didn’t want to waste time. I wanted to feel everything all at once.
My lips parted, inviting Kreed to take the kiss deeper, and he answered without hesitation, our tongues tangling together in a long-awaited greeting.
I sighed into him, my body sinking farther against him, confident he would support us both because this kiss was going straight to my head… and other parts as well.
His taste filled my mouth, and the same thought looped in my head again and again.
Home. Home. Home.
I was home, and it wasn’t the house. It was Kreed. Wherever he was, that’s where I had to be. It might be slightly codependent or some shit like that, but it mattered little to me how a shrink might analyze my relationship with Kreed.
His fingers trailed down my spine, taking their sweet torturous time until they landed over my backside, squeezing as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth, wanting more. Of him. Of his mouth. Of his body. Of his taste. There wasn’t a single part of Kreed I didn’t desire.
“Touch me,” I begged, our lips parting just long enough for me to rasp the words.
But they seemed to take him by surprise, and he pulled back, staring at me with lust-filled eyes.
I could see him struggling, and before he decided this wasn’t a good idea, I grabbed the end of my hoodie and lifted it over my head, leaving me in a tight white T-shirt.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my budding nipples poked through the material, drawing his gaze.
“You don’t play fair.” He took hold of my hips, and suddenly I was pressed into the wall, his body trapping me. My head was so wrapped up in him, in the sensations between us, that the world just spun, throwing off my equilibrium.
I loved the way the lines of his body molded perfectly with mine.
He had this maddening lure, this ability to kiss me like he was an addiction I couldn’t live without.
Giving in to the seduction, I nipped at his bottom lip, and he groaned, his hands moving to my backside once again, fingers flexing over my flesh as he lifted me so we were level.
My ankles locked together behind him, my nipples brushing against his chest and instantly hardening.
He pulled back after a moment that felt simultaneously too long and not nearly long enough, just far enough to rasp against my lips, “Is this really what you want, little raven?”
Absolutely, without a doubt. “Yes.”
He stared at me, his breathing jagged and uneven. “You’re serious?”
“When it comes to you, I’m always serious,” I murmured, our breaths mingling.
“I won’t break, Kreed. I’m not made of glass.
Don’t hold back with me because you’re afraid.
” I held his gaze, needing him to understand.
“This—what we have—it’s the only thing that feels right anymore.
The only thing that makes me feel normal, like I’m still myself when I’m with you. ”
His lips quirked, those molten eyes staying on mine like liquid silver in the dim light. “You should’ve said so earlier. Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to stay away from you?”
Carrying me with ease, he headed to the bed, and I took the opportunity since my lips were free to use them on other parts of his face. Like his scruffy cheeks, the side of his neck, and his ear. “I don’t know why you would ever stay away.”
He dropped me onto the bed, and I reached up, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to yank him on top of me. A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he settled over me, fingers coming to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I fucking missed you so much, little raven.”
He still wasn’t touching me. Not like I wanted. He was being too safe, too reserved. “I need you to touch me, Kreed.” With eager fingers, I removed his shirt, my nails tracing down the hard planes of his chest.
“Such an impatient little raven. I’m getting to it.
Don’t rush me. I’ve waited too fucking long for this.
I want to savor every inch of you.” His mouth was on mine again, different this time, gentler, slower, unhurried like a promise instead of a desperate plea.
His hands slid from my face down to my waist, fingers finding the hem of my shirt and pushing it up, exposing my stomach. “God, your skin is so soft.”
I wiggled the rest of the way out of my shirt.
The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps that had nothing to do with temperature.
His gaze tracked over me with an intensity, making me feel simultaneously exposed and worshipped, vulnerable and powerful.
He lifted a finger, circling one of my breasts before moving to the other.
My breath came hard and fast, and I clenched my thighs together, the ache inside me craving more. I tangled my fingers in his hair right before he closed his mouth over the tip of one breast, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.
I bit down on my lip, but the moan escaped regardless. My back arched off the bed. As he destroyed me with his mouth, his fingers worked over my other breast, and I swore, if I could die from pleasure, Kreed was on the path of killing me. Gripping his shoulders, my nails dug into his muscles.
Lifting his head, he brushed the pad of his thumb along his bottom lip, and I couldn’t have found him sexier. “You’re sure this is what you want?” he asked one more time, giving me every opportunity to change my mind.
Instead of answering with words, I reached for him, fingers finding the button of his jeans and working it open, the zipper quick to follow. I wasted no time, slipping my hand inside his pants and wrapping my fingers around the hardness straining to be set free.
He hissed, his eyes darkening.
“I know what I want, Kreed. And it’s you inside me. I want to feel you fill me.”
The control he’d been keeping a leash on snapped.
“You’re mine, little raven.” His mouth claimed mine again.
This kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was consuming and possessive, just like his vow.
His tongue was in my mouth, stroking against mine, demanding I answer him, kiss for kiss, touch for touch, fire for fire.
The rest of our clothes came off in a wild rush, lacking any finesse, but as soon as we were skin to skin, my heart sighed. Home. He is home. I loved the ever-loving hell out of him.
Making good on his promise, he took a leisurely look from my face to my breasts, moving lower to my stomach, and lower still.
Stars of silver heat sparked in his eyes.
He made me feel so fucking much that I’d forgotten what my body had been through until his fingers gently traced the perimeter of a bruise, and his eyes flared.
I took his cheeks, lifting his face back to mine. “I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t want you thinking of anyone but me. Not now. Not when we’re like this.”
His eyes never left mine. “I can do that.”
My lips curled. “You know what else you can do.”
He shook his head, his mouth twitching as he reached into a drawer for a little foil wrapper. “I think I can take it from here, little raven.”
I took the condom from him, tearing it open and gliding it over the wet tip of him and down his length. Interlacing our fingers, he brought my hands over my head and settled between my legs, the length of him teasing the opening of my core.
“Kreed,” I pleaded, my hips lifting against him, and when he still didn’t give me what I craved, I dragged my lips across his. I swallowed his moan of pleasure as he finally pushed inside me with one gentle thrust, deeper, deeper, and deeper until he filled me completely.
He paused when he was fully seated within me, letting me adjust to the full size of him.
My muscles contracted around him, aching, and I thought I might cry from the surge of emotions bursting from me.
More powerful than anything I’d ever felt, and I knew without certainty that I fucking loved Kreed Corvo.
Again, those three impactful words nearly breezed from my lips.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered, our breaths mingling.
“No, I promise, but if you don’t start moving, I might hurt you.” I rolled my hips, wanting him as completely undone as I was.
His chuckle vibrated my mouth, and he started to move, my entire world growing warmer and brighter.
Pleasure blindly took over with each thrust getting stronger, faster, and deeper.
Kreed groaned my name over and over as he found his release at the same time I did.
My fingertips dug into his glistening back.
This time, I couldn’t stop the confession from slipping out of me.
It was like I lost control of my mouth. With shocks and stars of pleasure exploding through my body, I murmured softly what I could no longer suppress. “I love you.”
Fuck!
Did I actually say that out loud?
I hadn’t meant to. Not yet. It was true, I did love Kreed, but I meant to tell him at the right time because Kreed was the kind of guy who would scare off at the first signs of love.
I wanted to be wrong. I knew he cared about me, but I needed Kreed to accept and acknowledge how deep those feelings went. Then again, I could be waiting a long time. Perhaps this was the push we both needed to take our relationship to an area we’d both been avoiding.
I held my breath, waiting…