Chapter 28 Repay A Favor #2
He leaned in again, his forehead resting against hers.
“But Krystal,” he murmured, “I don’t need you cooking for me three times a day.
I don’t need you running back and forth just to please me.
I want you . As my wife. That’s it. Just be in front of me, that’s enough.
You don’t have to do anything unless you want to.
I love you for who you are—not for the things you do for me. ”
His voice turned husky, thick with emotion.
“Every time I see you, my mind just blanks. I lose control of what I say, what I do. I can’t think straight when it comes to you—and I don’t want to.”
He was so close now. His chest brushed lightly against hers, the heat of his body seeping into her skin.
His arms caged her in. The intensity in his eyes burned through her.
His hand on her waist pressed a little tighter, his fingers stroking the silk of her nightdress in slow, teasing circles.
It tickled against her skin, making her breath hitch, her body buzz with tension.
Krystal swallowed hard, her pulse thudding wildly. She could barely breathe. “Lorenzo—”
“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he murmured. “Even though you seem like a different person ever since you divorced me.” His voice dropped even lower, soft and pleading. “I still love you.”
His eyes searched hers, vulnerable and raw. “Do you love me?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Krystal’s gaze flicked between his eyes, his lips, the sharp lines of longing etched into his face.
He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She placed a trembling hand on his chest and gently pushed him back.
“I… I need time to think about it,” she whispered, her voice barely holding together.
She turned away, but before she could take a full step, Lorenzo grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back into him in one swift motion. His arms wrapped around her.
His head dipped lower, his eyes locked on hers with a heated stare that made her knees weaken. “We’ve already wasted two years,” he murmured, his breath brushing against her lips. “I’m not losing another goddamn second.”
And then he kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was desperate, hungry, like a man starved for something he thought he’d never taste again.
His hand cradled the back of her head, the other wrapped tightly around her waist, refusing to let her go.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against hers. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me you love me.”
Breathless, Krystal’s breath came out shaky. Her voice barely above a whisper.
“I love you.”
He smiled, not with triumph—but with relief. Like her words had put life back into him.
Without another word, Lorenzo picked her up in his arms. She let out a small gasp, but didn’t fight him.
He carried her inside the building, straight to his apartment—the one he'd bought just to be near her. As they stepped inside, the automatic low lights flickered on, casting a warm glow over the room. He walked her straight to the bedroom.
He set her gently on her feet, his hands rising to cradle her face as his eyes found hers and held them, full of longing.
The moment he saw Krystal looking at him with those wide, wanting eyes, something inside him snapped. He leaned in and kissed her—hard. His mouth crashed against hers with a hunger that felt almost feral. Tongue plunging deep, teeth grazing her bottom lip.
His hands were already tugging at her nighty, impatient, ripping the fabric apart like it was offending him for standing between her body and his need.
Her cloth tore at the seams, the silk falling somewhere onto the floor.
Her bra didn’t last either. Snapped off with a swift tug and tossed aside without a glance.
She gasped as cool air hit her bare skin.
Lorenzo hovered over her, his eyes locked on hers, but there was something darker in his gaze now—something ravenous. His breath fanned hot across her lips, but he didn’t kiss her.
Instead, he shifted lower, dragging his mouth down to her jaw.
Then her neck.
He started with a soft kiss just beneath her ear. Krystal’s breath caught immediately.
Then his tongue darted out, licking a trail down to the curve of her neck. She shivered as his warm, wet tongue traced along her skin, so delicate there it felt like fire licking over silk.
He sucked hard, his lips sealing over a spot just beneath her ear, drawing the skin into his mouth until it throbbed. A sharp nip followed, just enough to make her gasp.
Then he soothed it with another soft lick.
Krystal’s fingers tangled in his hair.
He kissed her again, lower this time, right in the crook of her neck where her pulse beat hard and fast. He licked her there, slow and sensual, then bit down, making her arch up into him.
“Lorenzo…”
Her whisper turned into a moan as he trailed lower, licking and kissing every inch of her neck like it was sacred. His tongue moved along her collarbone next, warm and wet, tracing the sharp edge with a hunger that made her stomach tighten.
He paused and sank his teeth into her shoulder, dragging them lightly across the flesh before sucking another bruise into her skin.
“You like that,” he whispered, his voice thick, raw. “I can feel how fast your heart’s beating.”
She moaned softly, hips shifting beneath him, her skin buzzing.
Then he moved again, lower, kissing the tops of her breasts, like he was worshipping them. He kissed the soft swell first, then dragged his tongue around the curve, deliberately avoiding her nipples.
Krystal squirmed beneath him. “Lorenzo… please…”
He chuckled low in his throat. “Patience.”
His tongue moved to her cleavage, licking down the center of her chest, then up again, warm breath following every slick path he made. He finally closed his lips around one nipple—hot, wet, sucking deep.
Krystal gasped, arching into his mouth.
He moaned against her, the vibration shooting straight through her chest as his tongue flicked over the hardened peak again and again, hungry and slow. His hand moved to the other breast, thumb teasing the nipple there, squeezing gently.
Then he switched, sucking the other nipple, biting it just enough to make her cry out, then soothing it with his tongue like he was addicted to every sound she made.
Her hands fisted in his hair, her back arched as her nipples were licked, nibbled, and sucked until they throbbed, raw and tingling.
Lorenzo finally pulled back, his lips red, her skin glistening with his mouth.
He stepped back for a heartbeat just to look at her.
Her breasts heaving, nipples already stiff. Her skin flushed. His eyes darkened with lust as he stared like she was the most beautiful, sinful thing he'd ever seen.
Then he dropped to his knees.
He kissed her stomach, slowly. Not gentle—wet, open-mouthed kisses that dragged down her skin, leaving heat and goosebumps in their wake. His hands slid down her hips, gripping her tight as his tongue traced the dip of her navel.
“You drive me fucking insane, baby,” he muttered against her skin. “You have no idea what I’ve been holding back.”
Then his mouth went lower. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down—slow enough to make her breath hitch, rough enough to make her knees weaken.
He pushed her back onto the bed, grabbed her thighs, and spread them wide.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled, staring at her slick, swollen folds. “All mine.”
His tongue was on her in the next second.