Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kain
I hadn’t planned on sharing everything with Eva tonight. But I couldn’t resist her curiosity or the tenderness she showed me. Sharing my dark past had lifted so much weight off me. I had no idea how heavy my past was until now, when I could breathe easier.
Did my friends feel the weight too? We’d been carrying it for so long that we’d gotten used to it. Eva eased my burden without knowing it.
She unbuttoned my white shirt, taking her time before shoving it off me. Her facial features shifted when she saw a tattoo that mesmerized her. No woman had studied me so carefully. To them, tattoos were just lines on a body. But Eva was reading the tattoos as if she were reading a book about me.
She studied my forearm and examined the art with gentle fingertips, touching here and there. “The lines remind me of fantasy maps.”
“They are maps,” I said, loving that she saw them through the complex composition.
“I used them to escape confinement. Hawthorne hid traps in various corridors in the complex. If you took the wrong turn, you could die. He made sure no one dared to go where they shouldn’t.
It was his way of maintaining control, bombarding us with fear. ”
She lifted my arms, dropping kisses onto both of them, as well as my shoulders.
Her soft lips were like healing ointment to my wounds.
Every touch sank through my skin, traveling to the darkest crevices and healing me.
She had no idea how much her kind gesture soothed me.
When her gaze moved across to my pecs and abdomen, her eyes blazed with interest. She traced comic book characters like Batman and Superman—heroes who had given me hope when I was a kid.
“Is this you and your mother?” Her eyes warmed as she tapped a small silhouette of a woman holding her son’s hand at a playground.
“Yeah. I was afraid I’d forget all my happy memories, so I etched them where I could see them.”
Sadness welled in her eyes. “Your body is a canvas of your life, Kain.”
Eva looked at my right bicep. “Is this Hawthorne’s brand?” She traced a finger around the cross made of two rose stems.
“Yes, but I added more designs around it, changing it up.”
“You took something old and remade it. There’s power in that.” She pressed two fingers on the tattoo, rubbing it as if she were trying to erase the suffering attached to every line, every curve, and every color that gave me pain.
“The guy at the hotel probably has the same tattoo as you,” she said. “From afar, I didn’t realize it was a cross made of roses. What’s his fascination with them?”
“I don’t know.”
“The cross could symbolize his skewed perspective on religion.” She pursed her lips, thinking. “Maybe he thinks it’s dark and thorny.”
I smiled at my clever woman. “That’s a possibility. When I was stuck in that hellish place, I only thought about survival and how to escape. I didn’t dwell too much on those details.”
She turned me to the side so she could review my back.
“The art on your back is so varied.” She traced her fingers on my shoulder blades, moving to the center of my spine, then all over.
“I see fantastical creatures, clouds, daggers, swords, and roses . . .” Her finger scribbled something that felt like an S shape.
“You also have abstract hearts, squiggly and thorny vines, and so many other things.”
“I gave Razor some of my drawings and asked him to fill my back with them.”
“Every detail is a testament to your survival.”
She was right about everything.
“We’ll create beautiful memories that’ll be etched in your soul forever.” When her soft lips pressed onto my back, I jerked at the gesture. “All these thorny vines can’t hurt you anymore.”
Unable to speak, I swallowed and immersed myself in her gentle caresses and lovely words. She explored my back with her curious hands. Her lips left a trail of heat, sealing my tattoos with love as though they were sacred.
She shifted to face me. “Do you have art on your thighs?” A smile formed on her lips, and I saw the question she didn’t ask.
“No.” I gripped her chin. “And none on my ass.”
“How do you know I was going to ask that?”
“Your eyes say it all.”
“Off, please.” She slipped her hand into my waistband. “I want to see if you have tattoos down there.”
“Nothing to see.”
“I don’t believe you.” She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Show me.”
I shifted, resting my back against the cushion and letting her remove my pants and boxers. She bit her bottom lip when she found my hard cock.
“You’ve been touching and kissing me. It’s only natural for me to be turned on.”
She examined my thighs. “So firm and muscular. Art would look wonderful on them.”
“Someday.” I turned to the side so she could see my ass. “No tats here.”
Laughing, she gave it a good squeeze. Sitting back, I looked at her. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out from her lips, and my dick twitched. Eva saw the movement and immediately clasped a hand over me, stroking.
“I want you to remember today as the day I relieve you of pain.” She didn’t know what her words did to me.
Eva dropped to her knees, one hand roaming my abdomen while the other stroked me. “You’re an attractive man with an unforgettable story etched in ink. Thank you for sharing it with me.” She bent down and kissed the tip of my crown.
I gasped as her lips heated my skin. Then she licked me, and my heart hammered, wanting more.
As if she understood, she repeated it. Moaning, my head dropped back onto the soft cushion as I reveled in the sensation of her mouth and tongue.
The muscles in my abs and thighs constricted as my vixen had her way with me.
“Do you feel better?” she asked with a smirk.
“You’re a wild passionflower.” I slid my knuckles under her chin, tipping it up to me. “I want those luscious lips wrapped around me.”
Her eyes flashed with heat. “Ask and you shall receive.” Her mouth came over me, hot and wet.
Fuccck. I moaned and fisted a hand in her hair, pulling her head back so our eyes met.
The connection sent a jolt through me. Arousal rose like magma, making me tremble from head to toe.
Feeling the powerful rise, I braced the other hand on the cushion.
I wanted to come inside her for the first time.
“Sit on me,” I demanded in a hoarse voice. “I want to feel you around me.”
Smirking, she rose and stripped off her silky dress, nude bra, and panties, dropping them to the floor. My eyes trained on her, absorbing her gorgeous curves.
I reached for my wallet inside my pants pocket and pulled out a condom.
“Let me.” Eva ripped the packet, covering me with swiftness.
With a wicked smile, she positioned her legs, preparing to take me in.
I cupped her with my hand and crooned, “You’re so wet, my little vixen.”
“You’re so hot, my Tattooed Titan.”
I straightened my posture and placed a hand on her lower back for stability. The other hand gripped my cock, waiting for her. She lowered herself, taking me in slowly. She sucked in a breath as she welcomed all of me into her. I moaned as her muscles clamped around me like a fist.
“You feel so good, baby,” I said, feeling the pressure build within me.
Eva lifted her hips, sliding up and down, driving me wild. She whimpered as our skin slapped together, creating tantalizing sounds that aroused me further. As though she felt my groin tightening, she started to bounce on me, creating so much friction that my vision blurred.
She looped her arms around me, kissing me. “No more pain. Only pleasure.”
Our tongues tangled, and our hands were eager to take and discover.
Pleasure soared along with my swelling heart beating wildly for her.
I broke the passionate kiss for breath and admired the sexy woman on top of me.
Her gorgeous breasts beckoned me. Unable to resist, I claimed a nipple, drawing it in and out of my mouth.
She crooned, gripped my head, and begged for more. In one swift move, I had her flat on the rug with my body hovering over her. We were still deeply connected. She looked up at me, her face flushed with desire. “You’re a wild beast. Fuck me, Titan.”
The urgency in her snapped my restraint, and I plowed into her hard and fast.
“Oh my God!” she moaned, tightening her legs around me. “Kain!”
An orgasm trembled through me, and her muscles squeezed my cock, shooting me out of the sky and into the dark cosmos.
Pleasure undulated through me like a riptide, leaving me speechless in its supernova force.
It was like a massive earthquake with continuous aftershocks.
I gasped, swallowed, and breathed before burying my face in the crevice of her neck.
“Are you okay?” she whispered in my ear while her hands massaged my back.
“Not sure. Can’t think.”
“That was fantastic.” She kissed the side of my head, making my heart quiver.
We stayed like that for another moment until my brain could function again. Then I dropped beside her and searched for her hand.
When I found it, I interlocked our fingers. “You were spectacular.”
We held hands for a long moment, neither of us speaking. Our heavy breaths hummed in the room. Minutes later, I got up to clean myself and returned with a towel for her.
Eva got back on the couch, letting me clean her. I couldn’t resist and dropped several kisses there. “I knew you were a flower that stood out from all the rest.”
“What do you mean?” She pulled on her panties and reached for a throw.
“I don’t see passionflowers every day.” I pulled on my boxers and joined her under the throw.
“So when I saw you carrying them, the image became engraved in my mind.” She nestled into me.
“The flower represents love, passion, and spiritual growth. The intricate designs and vibrant colors symbolize life, emotions, and nature.”
“You actually researched it?”
“I’ve had the passionfruit but never seen its flower before.” I kissed her temple. “You’re like a passionflower—unique, unforgettable, and full of passion.”
“It’s my favorite flower.”
“Makes sense. Passion oozes from you.” I nipped at her ear. “I’ve never had mind-blowing sex like that. Let’s make it our daily ritual.”
She laughed. “Then we won’t have energy for anything else.”
“Who cares about anything else when I can have passionate sex with my woman?”
She shivered. “I don’t have any clothes here.”
“Wear mine.”
She pulled on an oversized T-shirt and shorts that went past her knees, looking adorable.
“Wanna start the research?” she asked.
“What research?”
She beamed with pride. “I got the name of the guy with the cross tattoo.”
I didn’t want her near these people. But Eva was sneaking into various areas of my life where I couldn’t deny her anything. She already knew about my past and about Hawthorne. Perhaps the best way to protect her was to prepare her. But preparation needed to be delivered with care and caution.
“Don’t you want a tour of my penthouse first?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”