Chapter 14 #2
I nod my head, unable to form any words because all I can think about is handing myself over to him, completely. Just before we reach the basement steps, he stops. There’s a seriousness to his face now.
“I want your words, baby. You know how much that means to me.” His words are packed with power. They make me feel safe and secure, a feeling that hasn’t graced my mind in such a long time, not until I met Kincaid anyway.
Gently I brush a stray piece of hair away from his forehead, then cup his cheek with the palm of my hand.
Stubble grazes my sensitive flesh and I lean down to place my lips against his.
Kincaid hums against my mouth, our tongues dancing like two partners.
He squeezes me tightly, then I break the kiss.
“You already have my words, Kin.” I say breathlessly against his soft lips, “but you also have me. My heart, my soul, my mind. Everything that makes up who I am, is yours.”
There’s no way I could pinpoint the exact moment of when I fell in love with this man.
It happened so easily that I never even realised that it was happening, it drowned me like a tidal wave and for the first time in my life, I was able to swim with the current instead of against it.
I was able to take control and easily hand it over, too.
Kincaid is so easy to love, and I hope that one day he’ll be able to see that for himself, no matter the baggage that he carries.
There’s a wash of tears that glaze his eyes at my words and I use my thumb to brush them away.
“I love you, Brynne,” he admits, but there’s no shame behind it.
There’s no disgust for his feelings towards me and that sends my heart soaring.
“I think I fell for you the moment I first laid eyes on you, and I knew then that you’d be the one for me.
My other half that I never thought I deserved, yet here you are, completely and wholly mine. ”
I brush my thumb across his sharp cheek bone. “Yours.”
To finalise this moment, he slams his mouth against me and carries me into the basement, hands clawing at each other, an urgency to be consumed by one another swallows us whole.
Overhead the lights flick on to illuminate the space and I allow Kincaid to carry me over to the table.
As soon as he plants me down, he breaks the kiss and begins to pull off my hoodie, leaving me in just my bra, leggings and boots.
Goosebumps begin to prickle across my skin from his scorching gaze.
It’s like he’s seeing me with fresh eyes.
As soon as I spilled my truth I felt cleansed, a whole new person and Kincaid can see that.
He drops my hoodie onto the floor, then falls to his knees in front of me to untie my boots.
Inch by inch he pulls at the laces until my feet are free.
The boots quickly join the hoodie on the floor, then he wastes no time in sliding his hands up my legs to reach the waistband of my leggings which he removes as swiftly as he did my other items of clothing.
I giggle as he chucks everything into one pile. “You seem a little desperate.” I quip. The sarcasm elicits me a sharp brow and a cocky smile.
“A little?” He throws back as he leans over me, forcing me to use my elbows to prop myself up.
My legs part like they have a mind of their own as he slots himself in between, like he was always meant to be there.
“Everything about you turns me into a desperate fucking mess, love. You’re so fucking beautiful and I can still taste you on my tongue from the mess you made on my car. ”
Heat washes over my skin, replacing the coldness I just felt as I remember the little act on his car.
He nudges himself even further in between my legs, allowing the zip of his jeans to graze against my pussy, causing me to shudder.
“You tasted so.. fucking.. sweet. It’s a taste that I’ll never get enough of.” Praises slip from his mouth and wash over me like rain. I want to drown in them. To let them swallow me whole.
My legs begin to tremble as he places his palms onto my parted knees. “Kin, please.” I beg without any shame. “This is too much, I need you.”
Rough hands breach my thighs and just when I think he’s ready to touch me where I need it the most, he stops.
“Wha–”
“Lie back, palms flat on the table.” He demands, and who am I if not a loyal slut to this man.
I shuffle further onto the table and then swing my legs over before lying flat on the table.
The metal is cold beneath me and I shudder at the feeling, nipples taut and stiff under the flimsy material of my bra.
Once my palms touch the table, Kincaid begins to circle around me.
A predator taunting his prey, eyes as black as night as he devours me with his gaze.
I can practically feel it scorching my skin.
He licks his lips, then pulls his bottom lip between his teeth until the tender flesh blooms red.
Canines as sharp as blades prick the skin, creating a tiny bead of blood– blood that I want to taste.
I watch every step he takes with intent. My gaze solely focused on him as my heart rams against my chest. As soon as he’s done a full circle, he stops at the end of the table where my feet lay.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this, love.” He says before running his tongue over the front of his top teeth whilst clamping both of my ankles in his large hands. The touch makes me gasp, and the heat from his hands fires up my legs.
I wiggle on the table but remember to keep my palms flat.
“Don’t make me wait any longer. I..” My words trail off as Kincaid runs his rough hands up my legs, bypassing my pussy and straight towards the thin waistband of my underwear, but he doesn’t pull them down like I want him to, no.
He takes the elastic in both hands and snaps it.
Red lace grazes against my skin as it falls away.
“Kin! Those were expensi–”
He shoves my thighs apart and slaps my clit, electing a sharp yelp to slip past my lips, then he soothes the stinging area with delicate circles. “I couldn’t give a fuck how expensive they were, you have no need for them here and if it makes you feel any better, I’ll buy you a thousand more.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head with every stroke of his fingers, legs trembling, hands sweating against the metal table.
I moan shamelessly as he circles my clit, causing pressure to swell in my lower stomach.
Pleasure blooms across my skin like a burning fire and I can feel myself climbing higher and higher, and then. .
“Hm, so close weren’t you, love?” Kincaid teases as he removes his fingers from my scorching flesh.
Frustration threatens to kill me off and I throw daggers at him, brows furrowed with irritation. “You fucking–”
Kincaid clamps my feet with the leather restraints, successfully cutting off my words. “I’d choose your next words carefully, I’d hate for this to be over so soon, all because you can’t behave.”
I feel like a scolded child but fuck if the degredation doesn’t set me on fire. It makes me want to act out even more.
Tipping my chin up slightly, I stare into his eyes. “Oh yeah? And what makes you think you’re going to be the one to get me to behave, hm?” I snap back with a wicked grin. “You’re dealing with me, remember? I could kill you in your sleep and turn you into a lovely roast dinner.”
He lifts a sharp brow, a heated challenge settling between us. Kincaid grabs the metal spreader and pulls it apart, causing my legs to widen. There’s no hiding from him now, I’m completely bare from the waist down.
“So it’s true,” he murmurs as he walks the length of the table, grazing my skin with his finger. “You kill men and turn them into food?”
I should feel mortified at what I do, but I don’t.
Those fuckers deserved it, and so will those who I stumble across in the future.
Tilting my head back slightly so that I can see him at the side of me, I cock a brow and nod my head.
“It’s true. Every man that I’ve ended, whose body I’ve torn apart, has ended up in some kind of dish.
I did tell you that I enjoyed cooking, did I not? ”
A grin spreads across his handsome face. “That you did, love.”
“Are you bothered by it?” I ask, feeling a tiny speck of doubt in my mind but Kincaid quickly banishes that feeling by grabbing my hand and placing it over his solid cock beneath his jeans. He wraps his fingers around mine to squeeze him tightly, causing him to groan through gritted teeth.
“Does.. this look like I’m bothered by it?” He fumbles over his words as I grip him tightly. The fabric of his jeans stretches as he shoves his cock into my hand, his hips chasing that delicious feeling.
A sense of power washes over me and travels straight towards my aching pussy. It fills me with euphoria to know that I make him like this, that I’m the one to get him this riled up.
Kincaid moans heavily as I continue to grip his cock. The veins in his arms threatening to burst through the skin. “I.. uh,” he shudders, making me wetter than ever. “I could fucking.. come at the thought of you butchering those fuckers.”
“Then make us both come, Kin.” I whimper. “Please..”
At the sound of my begging he swats my hand away and makes quick work of securing them above my head. Metal clangs together as he locks the cuffs in place– then he’s on me. Desperate touches and rough hands grope my body, fingers pulling at the bra that covers my breasts.
Elastic snaps against me as he rips the bra away from my skin and I moan heavily with every sensation that passes over my body.
Kincaid’s stubble drags against my flesh as he plants hot kisses over my flesh, teeth nipping until I know the marks are blooming like wildflowers.
His fingers dig into my flesh until they’re ready to touch the bones beneath.
“Kin,” I pant breathlessly as he swirls his tongue around the piercings that adorn my nipples.
He flicks the cold metal meticulously, teeth clamping around the sensitive bud.
My hips gyrate on the table, eagerly searching for that precious release.
“Just.. fucking, touch me!” I demand through gritted teeth and slam my head backwards onto the table in frustration.
Kincaid chuckles against my skin and if I could choke him right now, I fucking would do but then I’d probably be really sad if he died so, I better not.
He gives my skin one last nip, then turns to face me.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He says with a shit-eating grin and slides his hand down the expanse of my stomach, then dips his fingers between my lips, circling my clit with expert precision, playing me like a fucking fiddle.
The orgasm that slipped away from me before comes back tenfold, it crashes into me like a freight train and as I tip my head back to moan, Kincaid smashes his mouth to mine, swallowing the erotic noise.
I groan shamelessly into his mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance as he keeps his thumb on my clit and slips two fingers inside of me.
Immediately my walls clench around him, desperate to keep a hold of him as he strokes my most sensitive spot.
Glitter bursts behind my eyelids and my lungs are desperate for air. The kiss becomes messy, almost frantic and as I pull away to take a breath, Kincaid beats me to it. His fingers slide all the way inside of me and I pant like a dog in heat as I chase my orgasm.
“Come for me, love. Come so fucking hard, so that I’m able to taste it from your lips.
” He groans against my jaw, and just before I can agree, he slams his mouth back onto mine and I explode like a bomb.
Shards of my soul fire around the room, my whole body tingles like sparks from a fire and all the while, I moan and whimper into Kincaid’s mouth, allowing him to swallow all of my songs.
If I knew Kincaid was waiting for me at the end of everything, I know deep down in my soul that I would go through all of it, all over again just so that I could be here to meet him.