22. Kai Winchester Griffith
Chapter 22
Kai Winchester Griffith
Taz
Of course, I felt the same. There wasn’t a woman in the world that hadn’t fallen in love with Kai Winchester Griffith the moment he entered a room. He took the thoughts from my mind, and put them to words, breaking through my barriers, and cracking the walls of my carefully constructed defenses.
I didn’t answer him, but instead, swirled my hips, letting his cock feel the friction of our connection. He threw his head back and moaned.
I did it again, and he fell back on the dirt, his pale, gold skin shimmering against the dark earth.
I lowered myself hard, feeling his thick, engorged cock throbbing inside me as his tip pushed out against my inner walls. He was too big. Too deep. He felt too good to be real.
But what did I care if this is a dream? It wouldn't make a difference. So I would taste each sweet word like a glutton.
“Fuck! Trinity…” I loved my full first name on his lips.
I closed my eyes, savoring the words. Savoring how much he wanted me. I let the sensation of that desire wash over me. I was wanted. I was loved. He had said as much. And his body told me so much more, as his cock throbbed inside me, his hips, his arms, his hands roaming my naked body in a way that showed his need.
If he needed me, then he wouldn't let me go. Right?
He wouldn’t disappear and leave me. He wouldn’t go before I was ready to walk away first.
“Look at me, Trinity.” His palms caressed my cheeks, pulling me back to the moment. To the heat of his skin, and the cold air around us. To the way his body could warm the air, despite the frigid, October cold. “Look at me, Firefly.”
That name. That voice. It made my skin prickle, and my heart beat harder.
“Look at me.”
My eyes firmly shut to the world, I kept myself inside this dream. This… hallucination.
Desire. Heat. Passion. Need.
I gave it, and it was reciprocated.
“Look at me.”
I had to block the world out. I had to block everything away before reality, and cool mornings broke into the fog of happiness. Before reality seeped back in…
“Look at me.”
There was no use in living in reality. It was better to stay inside a dream.
“Look at me!” The voice, impatient, and cruel, came with a fist around my throat. A hard hand, that pulled me to the present.
My eyes opened, and he was there.
“That’s right baby,” his voice was soothing again. Sweet. “Stay in the moment with me.”
I had asked to ride him, but just because I straddled him between my thighs didn’t mean I was in charge. Not by a long shot.
“Stay right here, with me,” he demanded, his brown eyes were so rich, they didn’t look real. “Yes, baby. Now, move your hips…. Just like that.”
I followed his commands without knowing it.
“I’m right here, with you.” His voice kept the cruel thoughts from my head. The ones that told me this couldn’t be true, that Kai Winchester Griffith couldn’t be here with me. That he couldn't want me the way I wanted him. “That’s right, baby, move your hips. Just like that. Feel it… Feel me.”
What was he soothing me for?
“No more running, Taz,” he said. “We’re done running. We’re done not talking. You get me? We’re in this together, now.”
No. I understood nothing. Not when his cock buried so far inside me threatened to go right through my entire body. Not when his movements sent electricity over every cell of my body like I was some dormant corpse, feeling alive for the first time.
“Tell me you understand, Taz. Tell me.”
“I–I…” I had no idea which way was up, and which way was down. I had no clue what I was doing. I felt too much and too little and wasn’t sure how I could survive.
“We’ll start slow, baby,” he said, his six-pack straining as he sat up. His hand on my throat, the other in my hair, directing my head to move wherever he wanted me to go. “Start by telling me you’re mine.”
I shook my head.
That was one confession I could not make. Not now. Not ever.
It was a death sentence.
“Was that something he made you say?” He asked, his brows furrowed.
I had confessed. I had told him about a marriage I had hoped to never share with him.
So what did it matter if I confessed it now?
I nodded.
He snarled, but then schooled his features - a feat, considering our hips still moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. I could smell the earth in his hair and feel the cold of the autumn wind. But none of it mattered if he kept me warm.
“Then I won’t ask for more. At least not right now,” he said, almost gritting it through his teeth. “Let me tell you what you are to me instead.”
He placed a kiss on my throat, moving that damned hand. As soon as he let go, I wanted it back. I wanted to be in his control once more. To let him take what he wanted and show me what I was too chicken shit to admit I needed.
“You’re my woman,” he said, planting a kiss on my chest, between my breasts. “My Pyromaniac Firefly. I belong to you, and you belong to me. I will catch another bullet for you, if that’s what it takes–”
“Don’t!” I placed my fingers over his mouth, stopping him before he tempted fate again. “I don’t want that. Don’t say that again.”
He took my fingers in his mouth, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of my fingertips as he sucked them, his sweet, warm tongue tasting it like it was the sweetest lollipop.
“I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you stay with me.”
I wasn’t in charge. I was riding him, but I wasn’t in charge. I was following his rhythm. I followed his pace. He moved his lips, and I countered, pressing with him, and retracting when he did. We joined, and separated, but never severed the connection between our two bodies.
“You don’t have to say it,” he said with a shrug. “As long as you share my bed at night.”
Was that more or less of a commitment than admitting that I was his? Or did the two go hand in hand? I wasn’t sure anymore. I couldn’t think. My brain was fogged with so many things. His hand in my hair, the other exploring my naked skin. Him, inside me, his kisses, his body. The firefly tattoo...
“It’s too much,” I admitted. “It’s all too much.”
“It’s not enough,” he countered. “But I’ll take what you’re willing to give. Bit by bit. Until you’ll meet me where I am.”
“And where are you?” I asked, curious at what his desires were.
“At the end of the aisle, with a priest, standing with a ring in my hand.”
I froze.
I would never, ever get married again. Never.
Never.
… Never.
I moaned, as my stillness made him increase his pace. His hands went around my back pulling me into his chest, as his hips bucked and moved, the feel of him inside me bringing me back to that happy fog of thoughtlessness. There was no future. There was no past. There was only our connection, here, in the forest. And all I had to do was hang on.
“Come for me, sweet Firefly,” he said gruffly in my ear, and for the first time in my life… I obeyed.
I obeyed him unreservedly, my eyes never leaving his as I came apart, cresting the wave of my climax, screaming so loud that the birds flew from the nearby trees, squawking into the air. I screamed my pleasure, and collapsed in his arms, as he groaned, and caught me, even as I felt the moisture of his release deep, deep inside me.
He held me close, his arms tight around my body. I let my head fall onto his shoulder, my body weak, and sated.
I was there for maybe four whole blissful seconds, before the darkness crept in.
You can’t believe what a man says when he’s inside you. A man will never love you as clearly and as purely as when they're in the throes of sex.
Everything is meaningless.
“I can feel you pulling away,” his voice was full of the heavy sorrow that matched my own. “You’re ready to bolt.”
I shook my head. “Everything is fine.”
Of all the lies I had said in my life, I think that might be the biggest.
Then, he started laughing.