Page 38 of Mine to Worship

I wake up next to him, legs and hands tangled around the other, and images of us being together from months ago flash by. I’m not ready to let him go. A pang of hurt strikes my chest at us needing the veil of pretense. But anything is better than not having him at all.

His eyes find mine.

“How did you sleep?”

“Good.” I don’t add it’s the first good sleep I’ve had in weeks.

“And you?”

“Good.”

His lips turn up in a smile and I smile back at him as if we’re both keeping things from each other. He props his elbow on the side. “So, what are we going to tell your aunt?”

“That we set our differences aside, and we’re working on it.”

“I’ll kiss you. And you’ll have to kiss me back.” As if to test it, Kian leans in and waits for my permission. Even though he doesn’t need it because everything in me craves everything in him.

I wet my lips, inching toward him, and his lips close the distance. “The horror. You’re a horrible kisser,” I say, trying and failing to remain serious.

He rolls me over and tickles me, making me laugh until I gasp for air. The ease blows in my face like a light summer breeze. He rests his elbows on top of me and I play with his hair. His eyes cloud.

“Remember how your love for me used to feel?”

I don’t need to remember when it’s still the driving force.

Our insecurities pulse between us.

“Do you?” I ask back and his lips crash down on me, his hunger rippling on my skin, his mouth swallowing my moans.

When he is done kissing me silly, I pout, and he pecks my lips once again. Let him believe I’m pretending; it’s how I can at least show him I still love him without offering him the chance to hurt me again.

“Your turn,” he says, his voice deep and low, caressing my ear.

My lips find his, the corners of his mouth, his jaw. I shift us until I’m able to straddle him. I bend over to kiss his collarbone, shoulder blade and chest, every muscle on his stomach, and his thighs. I grab his cock and kiss the tip of it, licking at the head, taking him into my mouth.

“Angel, you look so fucking beautiful with my cock stretching your pretty mouth.” His thumb brushes my cheek, adoration and lust battling in his eyes. The muscles in his thighs cord as I take him even further down my throat. His hand splays on the back of my neck and I bob my head up and down, enjoying driving him mad with lust for me. His eyes roll in the back of his head, a groan rocking his chest. I’m mad for him so it’s only fair I make him mad with want for me too. I lick, suck, and trail my tongue over his vein until he throws his head back.

His cock tenses and he shoots his release. I swallow and his thumb wipes the corner of my mouth and parts my lips.

“Every last drop, like the good angel you are,” he whispers.

And I lick until the last drop.

“You ruin me again and again and fucking again.”

He gathers me in his arms and presses his mouth on mine.

My love for him transcends everything. When the passionate kiss ends, I press my head in the crook of his shoulder. We stay like that for a while, his hands caressing my back.

“We should go back to the city,” he says, playing with a curl of my hair.

“I am not ready.”

“What about going to the chalet instead? You loved it there. It’s closer to Las Vegas, that means the girls and your parents wouldn’t have to come all the way here. I could have a doctor at your beck and call.”

A splash of hope hits my chest, and I say, “Okay.”

My aunt’s parting words stay with me well into the drive.

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