Chapter 28 Kat
Chapter twenty-eight
The relief I feel as we walk through the door is unmatched.
Home. It’s an interesting feeling. While we were gone, visiting the estate where I spent my first nineteen years of life, I spent the entire time longing for the house I’ve lived in for barely two months.
It’s also an interesting feeling to leave there knowing that I have no place there anymore, regardless.
Since my father’s passing, it's Uncle Ivan’s now.
Until Sasha inherits, I might as well be an outsider.
Especially after Henry’s profound threats.
I realized days ago that my husband loves me.
It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out how he feels.
He says those three words every time he goes out of his way to tend to my every whim, or when he touches and kisses me with such passion it lights my body on fire.
Or when he looks so deeply into my eyes that I think he’s found my actual soul.
Of course, hearing him say them out loud was incredible.
Especially hearing him declare his love for me to someone else.
If any doubt in my mind existed about his devotion to me, it’s long gone after hearing him threaten my uncle.
I know I’ve always had Sasha on my side, but I’ve never had someone care for me to the degree Henry does.
Someone who would face the world if it meant my happiness.
Someone who hasn’t stopped touching me since I told him I loved him too.
Turning in Henry’s arm, I raise to my tiptoes and wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down to meet me in a kiss.
“Henry, I need to shower,” I say, but he doesn’t let me go, just stands there looking down at me like if he blinks I’ll disappear. “Did you hear me, Henry? I need to—”
“Yes, I heard you,” he interrupts. “We can go shower.”
“We? Ahh!” In a flash, he scoops me up bridal style in his arms and makes his way to our bathroom.
When he gets to the shower, he pauses, his attention alternating between me, the shower, and the bath, before setting me down on the counter.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to run you a warm bath, Kitten?
” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down my arms as he searches my eyes like he will find the answer there.
“What would you prefer? Shower or bath?” I ask, letting my hands rest on his chest, reveling in the way I can feel his heart beating. “Honestly, if you could pick, which one would it be?”
He finally gives in with a sigh. “Truthfully? A shower, just so I can get you in our bed faster.” He tries to give me one of his smirks, but it comes out as a weak imitation after the emotional roller coaster of today.
“Shower it is, then!” I say, hopping off the counter and squeezing past him to get the water turned on and the temperature set.
I make quick work of shimmying out of my clothes, then turn back to Henry in just my matching bra and panties.
I almost swoon seeing him leaning casually against the counter, looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.
His hair is disheveled in that way it always is when he’s been running his hands through it. I can’t help myself from reaching up to do the same, pulling a groan from him when I start massaging his scalp.
The longer I spend playing with his hair, the more I start to realize how little my husband is ever taken care of.
He looks out for everyone he cares about without question, giving everything of himself for those he loves.
And he never requests anything in return.
I’m sure it’s partly because of how proud he is, putting on a front for everyone that he’s got everything under control.
He’s spent the better part of his life perfecting his facade.
And while he’s obviously inclined toward caring for others, he deserves to receive it in return.
He groans in protest when I move my hands from his hair to start unbuttoning his shirt.
I half expect him to grumble, but he doesn't say a word the whole time, just meets my gaze as I undress him.
Pulling his shirt off, I run my hands from his broad chest to the band of his pants, then drop to my knees before working on his belt.
His dick is half hard by the time I’ve freed him of his clothes, and I place a gentle kiss to the tip, causing him to growl my name in a warning I heed. Before he can toss me over his shoulder like the caveman I know he is, I step back, removing the rest of my clothes and checking the water.
“Just right,” I say with my hand held out in invitation.
He follows, shutting the door behind him, and stares down at me, as if he’s waiting for my instruction. “Um, can you sit?” I ask, pointing toward the built-in bench. “I don’t mind having to climb to reach your head, but it would be a lot easier if you just sat down.”
He arches his brow but ultimately follows my instruction, taking a seat and looking at me for further directions.
All I wanted to do was wash my husband, but I’m frozen in place as I look down at where he’s manspreading, legs out wide with his cock lying heavily on his thigh.
I can tell the moment he notices my ogling.
He winks, then leans down with his forearms propped on his knees to look up at me, waiting.
I make quick work of lathering myself up, enjoying the way his erection grows as he watches me.
I’m not sure what he was expecting, but sudsing up my hands with his soap seems to confuse him.
“Were you expecting a lap dance?” I ask as I begin washing him, starting with his shoulders and working my way down.
“Erm, well, I’ve had a woman in my lap more times than I’ve had a woman washing me,” he says, pausing to chuckle when I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t worry, Kitten. Both of those are from you and you alone.”
I dip my head to hide the smile forming on my face, and continue washing, taking extra care to tease around his private bits for payback.
I’ve barely finished when I’m being pulled up from where I’m kneeling between his legs. He lifts me around effortlessly, placing me on his lap. “Kiss me,” he says, pulling my face to his.
“Wait!” I protest, trying and failing to resist him. “I was going to wash your hair!”
With his hand still around my head, he rests his brow against mine, “Kiss me, Katarina,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
I don’t hesitate this time. Holding his face in my hands, I bring my lips to his. The passion in his kiss doesn’t escalate. Instead, it’s slow and steady, as if we have forever. And I suppose we do.
I’m so lost in the kiss I don’t even realize we’ve left the shower until he’s laying me gently on the edge of the bed. When he finally breaks our connection, I scoot myself back, allowing him room to join.
I’m propped up on my elbows as he crawls between my legs. Grabbing one of my ankles, he begins peppering a series of kisses up my calf, pausing as he reaches my knee.
“My love, you astonish me,” he says as he places my leg around his waist before closing the distance between us.
I have no choice but to fall back on the mattress as he climbs on top of me, his hands caging my face as he looks down at me. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck as we stare into each other's eyes.
“Henry?”
“Yes, Kitten?”
“Make love to me…”
He freezes, a panic briefly flashing in his eyes. “Katarina, I’ve never. I don’t—”
“I know.” I interrupt, caressing his cheek as I smile up at him, unable to stop myself from letting out a little giggle. “I haven’t either.”
His serious expression shifts as he grins down at me, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
He moves one hand to guide his cock to my entrance, groaning when he feels how wet I am.
I’m preparing myself for him to thrust into me with his usual force, but he takes his time, rubbing my arousal up and down the length of my pussy, before slowly pushing his way inside.
It’s not the usual pain with pleasure sensation I’m used to, but it is painfully slow.
“Fuck,” we say in unison when he’s seated as deep as possible inside me.
He begins moving immediately, pulling out only halfway before thrusting deeply again. Each time, he hits my G-spot perfectly. Combined with the friction on my clit from the pressure of his groin against mine, it takes no time before I feel that familiar coil form within my core.
“I love you, Katarina, and I hope you never doubt that for a second. If there is one thing you can be sure of your entire life, it’s my love for you,” he says before crashing his mouth to mine.
Torturing me with a languid pace, he teases, pulling almost all the way out before devastating me with each thrust back in. With one hand holding his weight, he lets the other explore, his touch gentle as he worships my body with his fingers and mouth. The combination of everything is overwhelming.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he says, shaking with restraint. “I can’t hold out much longer, Kitten. I need you to come for me.”
He lowers his hand between us, using his thumb to rub circles around my clit. Once, twice…I writhe under him as my orgasm crashes into me, sending ripples of pleasure from my core throughout my entire body.
“That’s it, love. Come on my cock. Fuck!”
I’m still shaking when he thrusts into me one last time, his body going still as he pulses inside me, painting my walls with cum.
I’m still shaking when he drops his head to rest against mine, telling me over and over how much he loves me.
He rolls us so that I’m lying on him, both of us breathless as we lie entwined in each other’s arms.
He sits up, bringing me onto his lap, the change in position causing his dick to slide out of me in the process. My sadness over our broken connection is short-lived when I notice the wet strand of arousal connecting me to him.
“See something you like, Kitten?” he asks, kissing the top of my head when I nod. He strokes his hand up and down my back, and I try to reciprocate, but my limbs aren’t cooperating.
“Ugh, can’t move,” I mumble into his chest.
With a chuckle, he wraps both of his long, strong arms around me. “Not a problem for me. I actually prefer when you can’t.”
“You’re ridiculous, Mr. Sinclair.” I roll my eyes.
I look up to see my husband staring down at me with amusement. “Yes, but you love me.”
“I love you very much.”