Page 37 of Mine to Worship

“Kian…” His name rolls out of my mouth, firing up his frenzy.

He cuts the distance between us in three steps. Water drenches his clothes and his chest presses to mine. Relief inundates me. No, not all is lost, it’s simply frail.

“Tell me what’s going on inside your mind?”

“That I’m teetering on edge. Losing control. Take your pick,” he says, voice raspy.

Desire courses through my veins, blurring my vision. His hands trail down my breasts, and I hiss at how sensitive they have become. His chest shakes with restraint and he tears himself from me. A chill rolls down my nape at the sudden coldness. I grab his hand, needing him to stay. He stiffens with his back still to me.

“What do you want, Ellia?” He turns around and grabs my chin, his thumb caressing my jaw.

“I want this to feel real,” I say in a meek voice.

“You want us to pretend?”

Pretend. It tastes sour in my mouth.

“Why?” he persists.

“I am not ready to tell everyone the truth.” My lie slips off my tongue, hiding my insecurity, but he doesn’t question it.

He takes a step toward me, and he ends up backing me against the wall. With the shirt soaked, I can see every cut of muscle on his sculpted chest, broad shoulders, and strong arms.

“I want a whole year then,” he demands.

He flattens his palms against the shower stall, on each side of my cheeks. “Not only am I going to be here for your delivery, but I also require us to live together for three months after the baby is born.”

My heart leaps, up and down, as if he thrust his hand in my chest and plays ball with it. I lift my chin. “Okay.”

He lowers his mouth, and presses his lips on mine in a sweet, toe-curling kiss. I can feel the bulge behind his jeans scraping at my stomach.

“What now?” I ask. Between my legs is a pulsing need and he’s the only one who can satiate it.

“Let’s pretend then.” Kian scoops me in his arms, and a cry of surprise leaves my body. His eyes lock on mine, brimming with love. No, he’s not pretending, and my chest inflates with relief. He places me on the bed, sheds his wet clothes, and climbs on top of me. He’s hard between my legs, and I moan in want, in anticipation, in need.

“I am not even inside you and you’re moaning.” He kisses my neck and adds, “Do you want my cock inside you, angel?”

I bite the yes into the pillow. He rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “They’re sensitive because of the pregnancy?”

I nod and he tilts my head to him.

“Eyes on me or I am stopping.” He laps at my nipples then down my belly, parting my thighs. “Hello, pretty pussy. Did you miss me? I missed you.”

He dips his head, and I mumble intelligible sounds with his mouth and fingers bringing me to a pleasure peak that’s dizzying.

Kian lifts my legs over his shoulders and eats me out until I feel boneless. It feels beyond good, everything he does to my body. My body is the puppet in his masterful hands. His eyes burn with undiluted lust with his tongue coaxing every bit of pleasure out of me. I look transfixed at his head peeking between my legs as he drinks up all the pleasure gathered in my core.

The orgasm detonates in me and my body trembles with aftershocks. The pleasure he’s offering me is addictive. No wonder I can’t get enough and want more and more. Greedy my heart and my body for everything he can give us. He licks his lips, my release still glistening on his face. He makes his way on top of me, kissing me. I taste myself, a combination of sweet and salty, and his desire. I lock my arms around his neck while he places the tip of his cock at my entrance, sliding it up and down my slit. My head rolls back and I dig my nails into his back, the anticipation of our bodies joining making a wanton mess out of me.

“Inside me, now.”

“Bossy.”

“Horny.”

He chuckles and slams inside of me. I arch my back, as he fills me. I feel every ridge, every vein, the stretch so maddeningly good. The first contact always makes me think our bodies were made to fit each other. Suppressed feelings cram up in my throat making it difficult to swallow. Feeling him move inside me is carnal pleasure and our hearts tangle together in a dance in one. I never want it to end.

Emotions tug at my heart when we come, together, whispering the name of the other.

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