“Perfect. They are fucking perfect,” he whispers in awe before taking one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my perked nipple, leading me to toss my head back in bliss. I grab hold of hishair and tug it hard. He breaks away for only a second and looks up at me from the ground. “You’reperfect.”
He massages my breasts leisurely, then lowers me off the bed. My legs wrap around his waist mid-air, just inches above the ground, as he sucks on my breasts. I clutch the burgundy velvet bedding behind me with one hand and cup my other hand around his neck, pulling him against me. I lean my head back and close my eyes in bliss. I want—no, Ineed—more.
“You make me feel so alive,” I breathe, rotating my hips to align my opening with his cock. I slide up and down against his hardness and bask in how good it feels—howrightit feels. He smiles against my neck and kisses it tenderly in response.
“This won’t do,” he rasps, pausing our movements and lifting us onto the bed, planting his arms on either side of me, caging me again like earlier on the sofa.
“You’re more particular than I expected, Kai,” I purr, not caring to hide my smile this time.
“Angel, I’ve imagined our first time more times than you can imagine. You’ve got to know by now that I’m not a perfectionist—not even close. But when it comes to you, to this, I won’t settle for less than utter perfection. My angel deserves nothing less.”
The amount of thought he’s putting into this makes my heart burst. He backs away and stands up, peeling his briefs off. I gape at his length and gulp, parting my lips in disbelief.
How the hell am I supposed to fitthatinthis…
In true Kai fashion, he smirks and shoots me a wink, eyes far more heated than usual.
He crawls back on the bed, passing me to rest his back against the headboard. Nodding his chin for me to join him, I hesitantly move closer until I’m sitting atop of him, my legs curving oneither side of his muscular thighs. He grasps my waist, digging his fingers into my soft sides, and shifts my body for me. I bend, sucking and nipping and licking his neck and take satisfaction in how hard he’s growing beneath me.
One of his hands trails down the small of my back until it reaches my thong’s sheer fabric. Letting out a groan, he tears it off and tosses it across the room without hesitation.
“Finally.” He squeezes my behind, pressing his fingers into it.
That dainty piece of fabric was the very last boundary between us.
Slowly, I lower myself onto him and release a moan of my own as we fuse our bodies together. I rotate my hips faster as he thrusts harder.
“That’s it, angel,” he breathes. “Use me. I’m yours.”
My core nearly explodes.
This is everything.
He is everything.
It’s like I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I died.
Actually, no, not this moment.
I’ve been waiting forhim.
Like a spool of the very thread I once shared with him as his Watcher, I unwind, and then my mind finally quiets. Peace like I’ve never known washes away my sorrows, and I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I finish, bound tightly in his arms.
I know better—the calmness is only momentary.
But this moment iseverythingI never allowed myself to imagine having.
“Still pretending?” I whisper breathlessly, scanning his hooded eyes. His lips brush against mine gently as he exhales.
“I never was.”
Twenty-Six
Cleo
I’ve always preferred outdoor-inspired scents—morning mist, oceans, forests, rain—you know the type.
My preferences must have subconsciously changed overnight, because suddenly, nothing in the world smells better to me than the scent of amber.
