Kasien （Age 19） #2
I steady myself for a moment, just enough to keep going, and press a kiss along her spine as I start moving inside her, slow at first, drawing it out, pulling those high, broken sounds from her until her body gives in enough for me to pick up the pace.
“I love hearing you like this,” I murmur against her skin, my lips dragging along the curve of her back. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Mhm, yours,” she breathes, the word dissolving into a louder moan.
Her voice is fully wrecked, ruined in the most beautiful way. Her back arches in front of me, her body pressed flush against the surface—golden, delicate—while I hold her there, her ass absolutely irresistible, right in front of me, mine.
I grip her hair, just enough to tilt her head back, exposing her throat as I lean in close to her ear.
“I swear I’d worship you.”
I can’t even talk anymore as I’m fighting myself to last longer. I drag my other hand under her body to find her pussy and gently rub her clit to make her cum with me.
She lets out a last desperate whimper before her body shudders in my hold. I thrust more, not holding back, riding her shaky orgasm out, making it last as long as I can.
I let go of her hair to cover her mouth with my hand, catching the loud final cries.
Those muffled screams in my palm get me to a violent release, my face dropping on her spine as I feel my cum spilling inside her.
I try to catch my breath for a moment and slide out of her, cum leaking down her thighs. I hug her from behind and lift her up again, slowly putting her on the ground just to turn her around and sit her up once more to face her.
“I’m so addicted to you, it’s getting unhealthy,” I mumble as I drop my forehead on hers. Her beautiful face is flushed, light pink, with that cute, tired expression and a shy smile.
“Good,” she exhales with silent giggle.
I put a small kiss on the tip of her nose and take off the unbuttoned shirt I’m wearing over my T-shirt to clean the drops of cum running down her legs.
We breathe the same air for a moment, calming down when I hear footsteps.
“Hello?”
A man’s voice suddenly comes from the entrance to the restaurant, just a few steps from the bar.
Kiara gasps in terror and I drape the shirt around her as she jumps off the bar and gets down on the floor to hide behind it. I quickly put my dick back in and close my jeans, but the man is already looking at me, so I just put on an annoyed half-smile like a fucking idiot.
“Mr. Varner!”
I just threw up a little in my mouth.
It’s our partner.
“Hi. It’s closed,” I grit out, seemingly annoyed.
“Yeah of course, well, you’re here, so I thought—”
I lift my eyebrows and give him a not-so-polite look.
“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate, it’s your hotel after all. I’ll order room service then. Good night!”
Fuck.
My jaw clenches so hard I feel the pressure in my head.
That prick finally leaves, and I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to prepare for the look I know will be on her face right now. When I open them again and look down on Kiara, she’s already covered in my shirt, looking at me with that disappointed look.
Fuck fuck fuck.
As soon as we hear the elevator ding in the hall, she shoots up quickly, grabbing her jeans, slipping them on so fast it looks like she’s about to tear them. I just stand there, trying to pull the most apologetic look I have and wait patiently for anything she says.
“Your hotel, huh?” She lifts her eyebrows at me.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want you to feel like—”
“Like I’m working for you?” She snaps at me. “Yeah, thanks a lot.”
She slips her Converse on, jumping on one leg as she tries to be quick, but she’s so clumsy I almost smile.
I can’t though.
She grabs her top from the ground and starts to march off, so I grab her hand and pull her back toward me, turning her to face me as I get down to my knees, holding both her hands and staring up at her.
I don’t know how to do this apologizing shit.
Last time I could literally lock her in a bathroom. But now, there are so many ways for her to run away. So I kneel in front of her like an idiot while trying to think of what to say next.
“I’m so sorry. You really like working here and I didn’t want to ruin it.”
She stares down at me, her eyes so warm and loving. She’s so tender. But she’s quiet.
“I told you to quit. I told you I’ll buy you any car you want. But you hate it when I say that. So I didn’t want to ruin your favorite place to work.”
I take her hands and kiss them softly while mumbling against her skin.
“You’re my favorite thing in this world. Just tell me what to do so you forgive me. I’ll do it.”
I lift my eyes and catch the way she’s holding back a smile.
Okay. That worked wonders.
“Jesus, get up,” she mumbles and I do as I’m told, smiling at her as she’s trying to hide her laugh.
“Apology accepted?” I ask innocently.
“I guess so. I like you on your knees for me.” She flashes that foxy smile again.
“Yeah, same,” I say, then a light slap lands on my face, and I can’t help the grin that follows.
Fuck, I love her so much. I’m in so deep.
?
We sit in my car, her legs draped over my lap and our fingers laced together as we listen to her music and look out the window at our favorite viewpoint over the city.
“I want to hold you while falling asleep, Kiara. I’m tired of saying goodbye to you every night,” I whisper to her, my voice low and tired since it’s already after two in the morning.
“You’re the one keeping me far away from that mansion of yours.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I swear it’s for your own good.”
“You know, you’re gonna have to tell me what the deal is. Someday.”
“I know. I will.” I exhale.
“I’m starting to think you’re a family of vampires at this point.”
That’s actually quite accurate.
She stares at me for a moment, then exhales with a little disappointment.
I hate that I can’t tell her anything. She should be angry. I don’t get it, she’s never angry at me for more than ten seconds.
“If you can stand my mother’s annoyed stare in the morning, then come home with me,” she whispers and my chest fills with warmth.
I can stand anything just so I can fall asleep with her.
“She really hates me that much?” I eventually ask.
“She just thinks that you’re,” she pauses, searching for words.
“Weird?”
“No, not really, she thinks you’re troubled,” she rolls her eyes and continues, “but I don’t care. Don’t mind her. She doesn’t know you.”
“It’s okay. I’m adopted and homeschooled. I get it.”
I run my fingers up and down her legs resting over my lap as she suddenly jumps up and screams.
“Oh my God!” She squeaks out.
I panic for a second before realizing it’s a happy scream.
She looks out the window and I follow her gaze. Snowflakes start to fall on our windshield and the city scattered in front of us is slowly being covered by heavy snowfall.
“First snow! Let’s go!” she says, grabbing her coat before getting out of the car.
I follow her immediately and my cheeks burn from the tense smile caused by her silly happiness. She waits for me in front of the car and takes both my hands, looking at me eagerly.
“This is my favorite day of the year. Everything is quiet because everyone is just amazed by the magic of the first snow,” she explains, tilting her head, closing her eyes so the snowflakes fall on her face.
We hold hands, our fingers lacing, my thumbs drawing small circles on her skin.
But my chest burns. Pressure rises in my throat, and I’m not able to take my eyes off her.
“It’s,” I start, lowering my voice. “My birthday.”
“What? Your birthday is on November twenty-ninth?” Her eyes light up as they flicker between mine and I have to blink to suppress the pressure building behind my eyes.
This is going to sound pathetic.
“I don’t know. I guess.”
“What?” Her smile falters.
“I’m not sure. I don’t have my birth certificate.”
“What’s on your ID then?”
“The day Varners adopted me.”
“Oh,” her face tenses. “But… today?”
“I remember my eighth birthday with my mom. I only know it was the first snowfall. That’s all.” I inhale the freezing air to sink the pressure back into my stomach.
This is kind of embarrassing.
She looks at me like she sees me for the first time ever, like she’s looking inside me. Then she steps closer, snow melting in her hair, and takes my face in both hands, her palms warm against my frozen skin. She pulls me down to her.
“Kasien,” she whispers, like it’s something fragile, “come here.”
I lean down automatically, because I always do when she asks for anything. Her thumbs brush the corners of my eyes, like she’s checking if I’m really crying.
I’m not.
Not yet.
It just feels like it.
For a second, we just stand there, the first snow falling around us, city lights blurred behind her, her breath warm against my mouth, O Children playing subtly in our car, wrapping around us. My chest is so tight it almost hurts to breathe.
Before I can look away, before I can make some stupid joke, she pulls me down and presses her forehead to mine. Her nose brushes mine and she drapes her hands down, taking mine and lacing our fingers back together.
“I love you, Kasien,” she says, every word steady, like she wants it carved into my bones.
“I’m in love with you so much it scares me. You have no idea,” she whispers, her eyes closed.
Something inside me just breaks and fixes at the same time.
All those years of convincing myself I was never meant to belong to anything but the house and the name and the work. And now she’s here, on my fake birthday, under the first snow, saying the one thing I never thought I’d hear again.
I swallow hard, but it doesn’t fix the burn in my throat. My vision blurs for a second before I force it back into focus. I don’t want to blink. I don’t want to miss her face when she says it.
I could say it back. But I just feel like it’s not enough, like the words coming out of my mouth are not worthy of the feelings I actually carry inside.
Instead, I lower my lips and kiss her. Slow. Careful. Nothing like the way I usually devour her. I kiss her like a promise I don’t know how to put into sentences, my fingers tightening around her hands as if someone might try to take her away if I let go.
When I pull back, our noses still touch. She’s smiling, a little breathless, a little shy, like she didn’t just tear my whole chest open.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” I whisper, my voice wrecked. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing.”
A snowflake lands on her lashes. She blinks it away, still looking at me like I’m something worth choosing. I take her face in my hands and kiss away all the snowflakes on her skin, mumbling between kisses. “I love you—so—so—much,” I sink my mouth into hers, “so much—it hurts.”
For the first time since I can remember, the first day of snow doesn’t feel like the last day with my mom. It feels like the first day of my life with my Kiara.