Chapter 47 Kai
Chapter forty-seven
Kai
“Fuck me deeper than my thoughts go.” -Liv Armelle
Ash’s hands slip under my shirt, her nails dragging down my stomach.
My cock jumps, and a deep growl leaves my throat.
I love it when she uses her nails, and she knows it.
Before I realize what’s happening, Ash vanishes into thin air, leaving nothing but a faint shimmer behind.
A menacing growl tears from my throat, and I pivot toward the stairs, only for her to reappear on her knees before me.
My breath catches as she reaches for my jeans, her movements swift but deliberate as her fingers deftly undo the button with an ease that only fuels the tension coiling in my body. I clench my jaw, every muscle in my frame pulled taut as I brace against the flood of sensation her touch evokes.
Her hands—soft, sure, and maddeningly gentle—trail along me, her touch igniting sparks that shoot through my veins. My control, my resolve, feels like a thread stretched too thin, ready to snap.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the word escaping before I can stop it, raw and unfiltered as she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking from root to tip.
The room feels impossibly smaller, the air charged and heavy as I tear off my shirt. My hands find their way to her hair, soft and impossibly silky under my fingers, and I sink into the sensation.
I tilt her face upward, guiding her gaze to meet mine. Those dark eyes hold a quiet intensity that strikes me to my core, a depth that demands my full attention and leaves no room for anything else. There’s power in her gaze—an unspoken challenge, a plea, and a promise all at once.
“Suck it, baby.”
Ash licks her lips, a spark of heat moving between us. She leans forward, keeping her eyes on me as she takes me deep into the heat of her mouth. My mind spins with lust, desire curling in my stomach as she takes me all the way to her throat.
A hiss escapes my mouth, and she swallows, making my fingers tighten in her hair.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it.”
Ash hums around me, the vibration tightening every muscle in my body.
Pulling back, she licks and swirls her tongue over my cockhead, the motion driving me insane.
Taking me into her mouth again, she sucks hard.
Growling, I thrust forward, driving deeper into her mouth.
She shifts slightly and relaxes her jaw, giving over control.
My mind spins, and I begin fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes, my hips relentless.
Fire spreads through my veins, and I look down into those sparkling onyx eyes.
The love and desire I see there sends me over the edge, and after only a few more thrusts, I release into her mouth.
Once my hips come to a stuttering halt, I pull back and lift her off her feet, my mouth crashing down on her.
My animalistic side goes feral at the taste, and my cock stiffens, eager to go again.
Her need collides with my own, and I take her to the floor.
Without hesitation, I rip her jeans down her legs and find her slick pussy ready for me.
“Sorry, baby, but this is going to be a hard fuck.”
It’s the only warning she gets before I drive in as deep as I can, filling every inch of her. I lift her arms above her head, pinning her wrists to the ground, as I thrust in over and over.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan.
Ash arches her back, pressing her chest against mine, and I sense her shadows moving around us, their movements like feathers gliding over my skin.
Releasing her wrists, I let my fingers trail slowly down her arm, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath my touch.
My hand glides over the curve of her shoulder, down the length of her chest, tracing the soft contours as my gaze follows the path.
Her breath hitches, her body reacting to every subtle movement.
I lower my head, my lips brushing lightly against her skin, just enough to make her shiver.
I pause at her breasts, teasing each nipple in turn with the tip of my tongue, flicking and circling until they harden beneath my touch.
She presses up into me in a demand for more as a soft moan escapes her lips, but I’m not ready to let her have that release.
I take hold of her jaw, guiding her head back so that our eyes meet for a brief, electrifying moment.
Then I capture her mouth with mine in a passionate, searing kiss.
Our lips meld together, the heat of the kiss silencing her moans as I pour every ounce of my desire into that moment.
I can feel the tension building between us, the way her body responds to every touch, every kiss, and I’m lost in the intoxicating mix of her taste and the sound of her muffled gasps.
Every pent-up emotion I have for Ash courses through me, making me feel like a fucking wild animal.
Lifting myself onto my knees, I slide one hand under her hips to adjust the angle, then watch through a lust-filled haze as my cock moves in and out of her.
Ash meets me thrust for thrust, her muscles clenching me tightly.
“Baby, you were made to take me.”
“I know,” she says around a moan.
“You know what the best part is?”
“What?” she rasps out, rocking her hips into me.
“You’re all fucking mine.”
“And you’re mine,” she adds, a fire igniting in her eyes.
I drop my head and suck her nipple deep into my mouth, making her arch up.
“Kai!”
Growling, I sink my teeth into her breast, then chase the pain with a soothing lick before deftly rolling us over.
Ash doesn’t break momentum as she lowers herself onto me, and a hiss escapes my lips.
The sound of her moans fills the room, growing louder with each movement.
Our breathing becomes rapid and heavy, creating an intoxicating rhythm.
Ash shifts her position, and I dig my fingers into her hips, guiding her over me.
The sudden urge to taste her has me dragging her off my cock and positioning her just above my mouth, our eyes locking.
A fiery intensity passes between us, causing a tight knot to form in my stomach.
With a firm grip on her legs, I draw her closer, my tongue plunging inside her, exploring every inch.
The sensation is electrifying as I circle her clit, heightening her pleasure.
Her hips try to move, but my tight hold on her keeps her in position.
I feel her hand wrap around my cock as she leans back.
This opens her pussy up to me more and I devour her.
My balls tingle, and I know I’m close, but there’s no way I’m not coming inside her.
I just need her to come first. I slip my fingers to her entrance and slide inside while sucking hard on her clit.
Ash releases her grip on my cock and leans forward, her hands firmly planted on the nearby wall for support.
Her body quivers with pleasure and she lets out a husky moan.
I keep thrusting my fingers deep inside her and work her with my tongue as she rides my face through her release.
When her body stops trembling, I slide out from beneath her and shuffle us away from the wall. Positioning myself behind her, I nudge her knees apart further and push in slowly as she drops her hands to the floor. Her heat envelops me, her muscles still quivering as she grips my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I gasp.
Ash murmurs something incoherent.
I lean forward and brush her hair over her shoulder, then brace my weight on one hand and plant gentle kisses along her neck, my other hand roaming over her silky skin.
My orgasm is right there, but I want this to last. I pull her body up flush against mine and grip her chin, turning her face to mine.
“You are everything to me, Ashwiyaa.”
Her dazed eyes blink open, and she sinks her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, pulling me closer so our lips touch as I rock into her. I fuck her slow and sweet, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.
Sliding my hand down between her legs, I rub in slow circles, our breathing becoming ragged. Her walls clench around me, and I drop my head to her shoulder and let go, my orgasm ripping through me.
Ash’s body trembles, her soft whimpers trailing off as she follows me over the edge. We collapse to the floor, our limbs tangled together, gasping for breath. Our chests rise and fall in sync, the intensity of the moment leaving us both spent.
“We really need to start having sex in a bed,” I tease, nipping at her shoulder playfully.
Ash chuckles, her laughter warm. “Beds are overrated.”
“Well, I need my bed right now.” I grin, scooping her up in a bridal carry. She lets out a small squeal of surprise, then wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her toward the stairs.
Ash rests her head on my shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing delicate patterns across my chest. The simple, intimate gesture sends warmth coursing through me. As we ascend the stairs, the house is quiet, the only sound the gentle creaking of the wooden floor beneath my feet.
The moonlight filters through the window, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room as I step into the bedroom.
I walk us toward the bed, the cool air brushing against our skin.
When I pull back the covers, the fabric rustles gently, releasing a faint scent of fresh laundry that mingles with the lingering scent of her on me.
I slide us under the cool sheets, the fabric a welcome relief against our heated bodies. Ash nestles into my side, her body seeking the warmth and comfort of mine. My arm instinctively wraps around her, pulling her closer.
In the quiet of the room, she whispers, “I finally belong somewhere.”
Her words, so simple yet so profound, make my heart swell. I pull her even tighter against me, my lips brushing over her temple in a tender kiss. “You belong wherever I am,” I murmur into the darkness, the truth of the words resonating deep within me.
Ash sighs, content, and relaxes against me. The weight of the world seems to lift, if only for a moment, as we lie there in each other’s arms, the moonlight our only witness.