5. Annika #2
My pleasure grows more intense when his tongue slides through my dripping wet folds, licking me and nipping at my sensitive flesh. He nudges my clit with his nose and then spears his tongue into my little hole, scooping out my juices and drinking them down.
Kai drags his tongue lower, lower, lower, until it’s teasing my back entrance. I gasp at the filthiness of it all, but the forbidden nature makes me even wetter. He licks around the tight ring of muscles and growls.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper. “Ohmygod, Kai, oh fuck ,” my whisper turning into a loud moan when the very tip of his tongue pushes inside. He rubs my clit in furious circles, and I grip the blankets, twisting them in my fists as my body expands and contracts. “I’m…”
I shatter before I even finish my sentence. My orgasm rushes through me with such intensity, I shoot up off the floor, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. Kai shoves me back down with a hand spread out over my stomach. He holds me there, making me feel all of it, every last drop of bliss.
He grunts in satisfaction, crawling up my body and crashing his mouth down on mine in a passionate kiss. “Needed your taste on my tongue before I fuck this tight little pussy for the first time.”
Leaning back slightly, he gathers my hands and guides them over my head. Pinning my wrists down, Kai drags his thickness through my folds, coating himself in my cream before lining up with my entrance.
“Ready, Annika?”
“So ready,” I breathe out.
“I’m going to make this so good for you, little flower. I promise the initial pain will be worth in. Just stay with me. Stay right here with me.”
He rubs his nose against mine, his breath tickling my lips and cheeks. Kai kisses me deeply as he thrusts all the way inside, tearing through the last barrier between us. I tense up at the slight pinch deep in my core, holding my breath until it passes.
“Annika… Jesus,” he grunts. Kai holds himself still, shaking with the effort of holding back. “Are you okay? Fuck, you feel so good.” He rumbles out the last part, and I wonder if he meant to say it out loud.
“I’m okay,” I promise him. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. I want you so bad, please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he vows. “I’ll take care of you, Annika. Always.”
I nod my head and clench around his hard length, making him groan. I’m so full, stretched to the point of pain, but in the best way possible. It heightens my pleasure, sparks my nerves, and makes me thrust my hips, taking him deeper.
“Then do it, already,” I practically growl at him. Kai chuckles, and I feel the vibrations with every inch of me, inside and out.
He leans down and kisses along the side of my neck, biting down gently on my pulse point. I writhe beneath him, pleasure taking over the pain. Kai pulls out almost all the way, hovering above me and driving me crazy.
Kai gives me a dark, delicious look before thrusting back inside me.
His thickness scrapes along my walls, the friction like striking a match as instant, overwhelming heat engulfs me.
I bow my back and push against his hand still holding my wrists, grateful for some kind of anchor in the raging storm of sensations.
He pulls my leg higher up on his hip, changing the angle. I whimper as his cock slides against some magical place inside me that has me sobbing his name louder with each thrust. Kai snaps his hips against mine, grinding his pelvis against my clit while hitting that spot over and over.
My sexy bodyguard grunts my name every time his balls slap against my ass.
I can feel him losing control, his strokes becoming deeper, harder, so damn rough.
I love it. I convulse as he thrusts into me relentlessly.
The exquisite pleasure bordering on pain builds and builds, higher and higher, one more, one more, again, again…
until I break. Shards of pleasure cut me and heal me as I cry out for him over and over.
My orgasm rips through me, holding my body hostage, forcing me to feel every wave of bliss until tears drip down my face and I’m a sweaty, soaking mess beneath him. Kai stays still, buried deep inside my spasming pussy.
When the last of my pleasure leaves me, Kai growls and slams into me, letting go of my wrists and sliding his hand down my body. He squeezes my breast, leaning down and bringing the nipple to his mouth and lavishing it with attention until I’m shaking beneath him.
“Oh, God, Kai,” I choke out. I claw at his back as he rips me apart in the best way possible. Each gut-twisting stroke winds me up higher and higher, until I’m right on the precipice, teetering on the edge.
His hips stutter as he loses his rhythm and starts rutting into me. Kai’s fingers dig into my hips as my nails bite into his skin, both of us clinging on to this tension-filled pleasure. A shiver runs through me, followed by another and another until I’m shaking violently.
We both cry out as his hot seed spills into me. Wave after wave of his cum splashes into my pulsing channel and then drips out, and still, there’s more. My pussy snaps around him as I sob out my climax.
I’m gasping for air as I float back down to earth, the oxygen burning my lungs and yet somehow sending jolts of pleasure to my core. Kai buries his face into the side of my neck and I wrap my arms around his torso, keeping him on top of me while we catch our breaths.
"You're perfect," he whispers. "You're all mine." I nod and pull him closer until most of his weight is resting on top of me. Kai seems to understand my need almost better than I do. He surrounds me with his strength, blanketing me in his warmth. "I'm right here, little flower. I've got you."
We stay attached as long as we can, but I start to shiver from the sweat drying on my body.
Kai rolls over and drags me with him, tucking me into his side.
My eyelids grow heavy and my body melts into his.
I’m vaguely aware of Kai rearranging the blankets and draping the warmest one over us, but I’m too tired, too worn out to even look.
“Rest now, Annika,” he encourages, even though it’s barely ten in the morning. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I nod, feeling safe, warm, and completely satisfied on every level. As I drift off to sleep, I swear I hear Kai say he loves me. I want to say it back, but sleep takes me before I get a chance.
Later that afternoon, the calm, warm, fuzzy feeling we created in the safe house this morning shatters without warning.
I'm curled up on the hard, uncomfortable sofa, reading one of the three books I found here in the safe house. While not my usual reading preference, this military thriller is pretty captivating. I’m sure it has nothing to do with my own badass ex-military man who I’ve seen in action.
Speaking of, Kai is across the room, hunched over his laptop. He’s going over the evidence from the hitman who broke in yesterday. His brow furrows in a worried expression that deepens to anger. Then he curses, a low, guttural sound that rattles the air.
"What happened?" I ask, instantly on edge. He slams the laptop shut, the motion violent.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Annika."
His evasiveness is a slap in the face. My jaw tightens. "Don't do that," I snap. "Don’t coddle me, and definitely don’t lie to me. I know this is bad. Tell me."
I push myself off the sofa, putting space between us. He reaches for my hands, trying to calm me down like I'm a skittish cat, but that only fuels the frustration burning in my chest. He can't keep things from me just because he thinks he can take the weight of the world on his shoulders.
It strikes a deep, aching nerve. It's patronizing, and I hate being patronized. My parents have spent my entire life doing the same thing, making my accomplishments feel trivial, like a silly little hobby.
Looking at Kai now, so dismissive of my ability to deal with reality, the tears spring up, blinding and hot.
The realization hits me: I thought I had found a good man, a partner who would support all of me, including my dreams. My breath hitches, rapid and shallow.
Kai sees the tears, and the possessive arrogance in his eyes cracks.
In that single moment, I watch as understanding dawns on him that this isn't about the hitman's evidence. This wound is deeper than even I knew.
I wish I could run away, but Kai would track me down until the end of his days.
Part of me loves the protective, possessive side to him, but right now, I want to go back to my familiar, comforting apartment, snuggle up on the couch with my favorite comfy sweatshirt, and sob into a bucket of ice cream.
“I’ll get you ice cream,” Kai says, breaking through my spiral. I didn’t realize I said that part out loud. He looks desperate to end my suffering in any way possible. Unfortunately, the one thing that will help is getting answers, and I’m not sure Kai is ready to give in. Where does that leave us?