“No.” There was no hesitation in his voice. “I didn’t know about my daughter until she was an adult. If I had, I would have set the world on fire to protect her. However, I realize that it’s also impossible to guarantee someone’s safety and well-being, especially in my world. It’s unfair to bring an innocent child into it. An adult can choose, a child cannot.”
He reached for his glass again and drained it, then put it down as he took a deep breath.
“You also adopted twins.” I recalled his words from weeks ago. “Jet and Elira, right?”
“I didn’t adopt them legally. I took them in, considered them mine, and protected them from the world until it was safe for their mother to take them back.”
“It seems you have more than proven you’re able to protect those you love,” I pointed out softly.
“I’ll protectyou, Sophie Baldwin, with everything I’ve got and until my dying breath.” His voice and reverent look sent a blush creeping into my cheeks.
“What would you have done if I said I wanted children?” I breathed, trying not to dwell on how his vow made me feel.
“I would have given them to you.” His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened. “Just say the word, and the world is yours.”
Holy moly. If that wasn’t a declaration of commitment, I didn’t know what was.
“I need you,” he rasped the moment we crossed the threshold of the bedroom, the door flying closed behind us as he kicked it shut with his foot.
His hot mouth claimed mine with unrelenting force. My back metthe door, the solid wood vibrating faintly as his hands framed my face, thumbs brushing my jaw with a possessive tenderness that only made the urgency worse.
His hands moved with brutal efficiency, tugging, peeling, discarding fabric. My pulse thundered as cool air kissed newly bare skin, each touch sparking heat in its wake.
I gasped when his hands slid beneath my thighs and he lifted me without effort. I wrapped my legs around his hips, anchoring myself to him as he pressed me closer, the strength in his hold unmistakable.
His forehead dropped to mine for a fleeting second, breath ragged, eyes dark with want—like he was savoring the moment before losing control completely.
And then he moved again, carrying me deeper into the room, but instead of the bed, he took me to the windows overlooking the cliff. He lowered me on unsteady legs and turned me around to face the view, my breasts pressed against the glass.
He was still fully clothed while I was naked, the stark difference between us erotic and indescribably sexy.
“I’ll never be able to look at the sea without thinking of you,” he grunted in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my body. He put both my hands on the cool glass and ordered, “Keep your hands up and spread your legs.”
My answer was a moan.
I pressed my hips back, grinding against his erection as his hand dipped down between my thighs and reached around to stroke my clit. He trailed his mouth down the back of my neck, alternating between circling my clit and pushing his fingers inside me.
I whimpered at the sensation of cool glass against my heated skin, every touch and kiss heightened.
“Those noises you make…” he rasped. “I dream about them.”
He focused on my clit, bringing me closer to a release, until pleasure exploded behind my eyelids and I came on his fingers. My body shook against the window from the intensity of it, my legs nearly giving out.
Kian’s grip tightened around my waist, holding me to him as herubbed my sensitive clit and smeared my juices from my entrance to my back hole.
“Have you been fucked here before?” he asked, his fingers massaging my ass.
“No,” I breathed.
“Do you want to?” My lips parted and my body shuddered in response, drawing a dark chuckle from him. “I want your voice, Sophie. Is that ayes?”
I swallowed thickly before answering. “Yes.”
It was bizarre because I’d had boyfriends ask me before and it was always a firm no, yet I would let Kian fuck me six ways to Sunday.
And it was only Wednesday.
“You’ll have to tell me if it’s not good for you.”
