His hand glides down between us to the apex of my thighs. His taut muscles, and bulging veins show he’s barely restraining himself, but he doesn’t move. He just lets me adjust to his size as he circles my clit while his lips trace a fiery path on the column of my throat. Under the maddening assault on my nerve endings, my muscles relax. The pained whimpers are soon replaced by wanton moans. Craving more of him, I undulate my hips slowly. Pleasure entwines with pain.
“Fuck me, Kaiden,” I pant. “I need you to move. Please!”
“Is my angel desperate for my cock?”
“Yes!”
Kaiden lets out a sharp curse as I begin riding him with abandon. “Your pussy was made for me, Iris.”Thrust.“You’re taking my cock so well.”Thrust“You’re so tight.”Thrust.“So goddamn perfect!”Thrust.“You unravel me. I would do anything for you. Anything.” Every roll of his hips has hispiercing hitting my G-spot. Sparks fly between us while the sounds of pleasure echo off the walls.
“So good…aaah…Kaiden.” I meet every thrust, chasing the high desperately, begging for more. And harder. And deeper. He is a sight to behold, jaw slack, pouty lips parted, and eyes at half-mast. A fine sheen of perspiration coats his glorious body as his muscles ripple under me. Kaiden drowning in our shared ecstasy will forever be etched onto my brain.
“Be a good girl and come all over my cock, angel!”
He pushes me to the brink of madness, and I lose myself in his rapture. The orgasm rips through me like a tsunami. His name tumbles from my lips as my walls pulse against his cock.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Kaiden growls while his body shudders, his cum filling me to the brink. Our gazes lock. Lips parting on a shaky inhale, something flashes in the confinement of his irises. It’s equal parts awe and disbelief. There’s also something more that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it enthralls me as if I’m spellbound.
Our connection runs deeper than anything I have ever felt, like our souls are reaching for each other and grasping on for dear life. He frames my face and kisses me so slowly, so reverently, as if he’s afraid I might disappear. One of his arms bands across my middle while the other caresses my nape.
If the first kiss we shared was transcendental, now I feel as though he’s imprinted himself in the very fabric of my soul. And I know without a doubt that my fear has come true. Kaiden has ruined me for anyone else. I am forever altered by him.
“How are you feeling?” he asks after a few beats of silence.
“Sore, but it was worth it,” I say on a giddy sigh before placing a soft kiss at the hollow of his throat.
“Do you want me to run you another bath?”
“Too tired,” I mumble and burrow my nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. The heady scent of sex mingled with hiscologne is the best kind of drug shooting up my veins. When he threads his fingers through my hair, it only takes seconds for me to fall asleep in Kaiden’s arms. At some point, his body heat is gone, and I feel a warm, wet cloth between my legs, but I’m too busy floating in a galaxy of pleasure to care.
3
Iris
Iopen my eyes to a dark room. A few streaks of silver light shine through the floor-to-ceiling windows, only a portion of the moon visible through the thick blanket of clouds. Sweat dots my hairline. I realize the reason I’m feeling as though I’m lying near a blissfully searing fire is Kaiden’s body wrapped around mine, radiating heat.
Untangling myself from him, I pat my hand on the nightstand to search for my phone. The sudden burst of light when I find it burns my retinas. I blink a few times for my vision to adjust. I’m glad to see that, despite a crack down the middle, the screen still functions. As Sam said, I have numerous missed calls from Noah and a few texts, but I don’t bother looking through them yet. She must have charged it, too, because the battery is full. The clockshows it’s a little past midnight, and I’m dying of thirst.
I get up slowly, not wanting to wake Kaiden. He looks so peaceful in his sleep—eyebrows relaxed, lips parted, while the shadows dance with the streaks of moonlight along the hard planes of his body, accentuating his mesmerizing tattoos and sinewy muscles. He is breathtaking and entirely otherworldly. I could stand here forever watching him and not get bored in the slightest.
’Cause that’s not creepy at all, Iris.
I use the screen light from my phone to search for the tee Kaiden dressed me up in earlier. I find it under the bed and slide it on. After taking care of my business in the bathroom, I tiptoe until I reach the door and shuffle out of the bedroom, making my way to the kitchen on the first floor. I stop at the bottom of the stairs to look through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The glimmering city lights resemble tiny diamonds. Now that I can compare this view with the last time I woke up here, I can say I much prefer it at night. It’s easy to understand the appeal of having the world sprawled at your feet. But then it hits me. The blinding sun reflects through these massive windows at daytime and bathes the entire penthouse. This is why Kaiden chose to live here—not to feel like a king, but to be as close to the sunlight as he could get. To somehow erase the years his father had kept him locked in the dark.
Every time I unwrap another layer of who Kaiden is, I inevitably fall harder. I wait for that crippling guilt of losing my virginity to an Elite demon to rear its ugly head…but it never does. Instead, I feel at peace, as though my soul has been forever searching for its missing half. Turns out, Kaiden had it all along.
However, the peace doesn’t last long. In fact, it’s the newfound serenity that reminds me I almost died the day before, and triggers the constant state of fight or flight I’ve been in for the last two months.Fuck. My lungs constrict while flashes of Erik’sattack play behind my eyelids. Pressing my hand to the center of my chest and leaning my forehead on the cold glass, I inhale and exhale slowly until the panic subsides.
On shaky legs, I stride to the fridge, take out a water bottle, and down its contents in three gulps. When my ears are working again, a constantdrip, drip, dripmakes me turn around. The sound is made by the greenish slimy goop trickling down the counter and onto the marble floor, where a disgusting puddle has already formed. A surprised laugh bubbles out of me at the destruction left behind by Hurricane Sam—splattered walls and stove; the blender turned on its side, which seems to be the source of the goop splatters; the breakfast bar buried under ingredients. This is worse than I imagined. I’m surprised Kaiden didn’t suffer an aneurysm.
“NO!” Kaiden’s blood-curdling scream breaks through the dead silence of the penthouse. I drop the bottle. A loud thud resounds when it smacks the floor. Luckily, it’s plastic, so it doesn’t shatter.
The penthouse must be under attack. I can’t imagine any other reason for him to yell in that manner. I grab a knife from the magnetic strip mounted on the wall and ignore the way my ribs stab my lungs as I sprint toward the bedroom at warp speed. Squaring my shoulders to prepare for the incoming fight, I press the blunt edge of the blade to my forearm before barreling into the room. My eyes sweep the perimeter, taking stock of the situation. But there isn’t anyone in here except Kaiden.
He is thrashing in his sleep. Incoherent grunts and sounds of agony tumble free from his lips while his fingers fist the silky sheets and sweat courses in rivulets on his exposed skin.
“Kaiden,” I call out his name softly as I approach the bed, dropping the knife on top of the bedside table. He doesn’t hear me. I know from personal experience that it would be better if I let the nightmare run its course and not wake him until theepisode is over. But I can’t stand anymore the weird feeling folding my lungs in two at seeing the anguish painted on his face. So, I lie next to him, trying not to get hit in the process, then frame his stubbled cheek with my hand. “Kaiden,” I whisper again.
