Overcome by all the emotions that surged through me, I gave up the last thread of my resistance. I wanted to be free, at last. To open up to him and let him have my heart.
“I love you too.” I wasn’t surehowto love like this, but following him and embracing this warmth that filled my heart, I pulled his head down to me. Closing my eyes, I stopped fighting it all. I brought my lips to his and treated myself to the bliss of kissing him.
My hero.
The one who saved me from the darkness.
This man who would always be patient and generous to help me heal and feel so alive.
He tightened his arms around me and kissed me back with a brutal hunger. Like he’d been waiting forever for me. For this moment.
I would never let it go. I’d never let him go again.
Kissing him after my stubborn fear that kept me trapped in wanting to avoid him felt like perfection. It felt like freedom.
With him, I would always be untethered, encouraged to be the strongest woman I could ever dare to be.
Trusting and ready to love.
Good enough.
Worthy of all the happiness we could dare to find together.
Even with the nervousness of becoming a parent for the first time, with all the unknowns about motherhood, I would be forever happy after this moment of accepting and welcoming his love.
“I will never stop loving you,” he promised raggedly once he ripped his mouth from mine. Our breath mingled between us, a rush of hot air as we both dove back in for another kiss.
Holding me close, he gave me no wish to retreat. I didn’t want to ever run or avoid him again.
“I love you, Kalina. So fucking much.”
Hugging him tighter, I tried to jump into his arms, clinging to him. Desperate for him.
Every brush of his mouth over mine furthered my lust.
Each squeeze of his hands on my flesh pushed me to more desire.
He picked me up without letting go of our kisses. Eagerly, I reached up and wrapped my arms around his waist as he carried me further back into his room.
Lost under the magic of his love and delirious with need for his greedy kisses, I was on a fast track to arousal. I was feral and impatient to make love with him again.
Under the same impression of urgency to reconnect in the most intimate way two could ever be joined, he brought me toward his bed. Next to it, I stood shakily. He let me down as I lowered my feet, but only long enough to paw at his clothes while he worked on mine. In a flurry of clumsy movements, we raced to strip. All the while kissing like there was no tomorrow. Making out like oxygen was no longer a requirement to live. Only this obedience to the desire for each other mattered.
I leaned back, shivering at the coolness of the air on my naked body. As he paused to lose the last of his clothing, he raked his ravenous gaze over me.
My breasts felt heavy, my nipples hard peaks of need.
My pussy throbbed with his possessive touch as he caressed and rubbed me,
As he crawled over me, urging me to go down with him while he kissed me, I tried to reach out and grip his big, hard dick pointing at my stomach.
I’d missed this. I’d missed him. I’d missedus, this soulful connection and feeling of him so deep inside me so I’d be safe and complete.
So wanted and trusted.
Cherished.
Kissing me with a hungry impatient, he urged me to lie back for him. This wasn’t about him controlling me. It was a matter of him understanding how badly we needed each other. How much I wanted his guidance.
