Page 99 of Unfolding Kiara

“Right. . .” he drawled and stood up, “Stay here. I will check if I have any cold medicine.” He walked out of the door before I could stop him.

I checked my forehead and even though my skin was warm, I didn’t feel feverish. It was just one sneeze, and he was being too overprotective. I wanted him to stay here and have sex with me until I passed out, not look for cold medicine.

I stood up and before I could walk in the kitchen, Ethan glared at me, walking in the room with a tablet and a glass of water. “Why the fuck are you standing? You are ill right now, and I don’t want you to feel—”

Chuckling, I took the tablet and glass from him, putting it on the nightstand and promising him I would take it if I sneezed again.

I held his hand and dragged him to the bed, making him sit down on the edge. I kneeled in front of him and removed his pants, “Now,fuck me.”

His eyes clouded as he lifted me on his lap, his hands holding my waist making me suppress a shiver. “As much as I would love to fuck you to sleep, I can’t do that because you are not in good—”

Cupping his face, I slammed my lips on his, kissing him and rubbing myself on him like the sex-starved woman I was. Gasping, I pulled away and asked, “Do you want to do this or not? I am not sick, E. That was just one sneeze.”

Ethan was horny, judging by the erection that was poking on my inner thigh, but I didn’t want to force myself on him. If he said no, I would go to the washroom, take a shower and go to sleep cuddling him. If he said yes . . .well.

He tucked my hair away and tightened his hand on my waist, “Are you sure? You are not feeling sick?”

I ground on him, holding his shoulders. He let out a guttural growl that had me feeling wild. The sound of him receiving pleasure was one of the most erotic sounds ever. I could come listening to him.

“Does this feel sick to you?” I asked, biting my lip.

Ethan’s eyes flared with lust. The blue was like a storming sea and the green was of the dark forest as his pupils dilated. A small yelp escaped my lips when he turned me around, holding my throat and my waist.

He growled, his warm breath on my ear, “Look in the mirror.”

I did and bit my cheek when I saw our reflection. My legs were splayed over his as he spread them wider, his hand lingering on my inner thigh, so close to my wet cavern as I moaned, gripping his muscular thighs.

“Look how wet you are,” I gasped when he grabbed my hair and made me look. “I am going to fuck you exactly likethis,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched at his words.

Feeling him shift underneath me made me tense as his hand on my throat loosened. His thumb gently circled over my skin and made me quiver with want. When I looked at him in the mirror, I bit my lip at his glazed expression of desire, passion, and intensity as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

“Feel how hard you make me, Kiara,” he muttered, licking my neck. I sighed, our musky scent hovering in the air. His voice dropped to a smoky whisper, making my toes curl when he added, “You make me so hard it hurts, Bella. I can’t even think straight when it comes to you.”

“Please,” my voice a small whimper as I saw in my reflection how dizzy I was with lust, my face flushed. “Ethan, I need you right now.”

Ethan raised his head and held my waist, lifting me and lowering me on him. “Watch me take you, Bella. Look in the mirror and see how beautiful we look together . . .as one.”

As I saw myself enveloping him in one slow thrust, my walls aching and pulsing at his girth, I lost all the control I had. We both groaned at the feeling and the sight. It was beautiful and erotic. Especially Ethan. He was naked and holding me, a small scrunch in his dark eyebrows and a slight blush on his cheeks when he was inside me. His pupils dilated as he watched us. His clenched jaw made him look much sharper when he licked his full lips.

My God. He is art.

“Wait,” I breathed out before he could raise me and thrust inside me. “Let me have a look.”

“Look?”

“I want to remember this so I can paint us.”

He chuckled, and a small rumble of vibration rolled down my spine to my core. I clenched him, biting my lip. As much as I liked how joined we were, my main focus was Ethan and how he looked in that moment. I wanted to run my hand through his dark locks and draw them. His eyes were two diamonds of galaxies that I could never forget and never wished to. They were different, unique, and made my heart and pussy pulse faster. Especially when he looked at me like that. As if I was worth looking at. As if I was everything he had wished for.

It made me cry, and I blinked when my eyes became blurry. Ethan noticed the tear and wiped it, making me look at him. His lips were soft when they brushed against mine. He kissed me, his tongue licking my bottom lip, and I opened up for him, moving back and forth. His growl was the fuel to my lust as I pulled away only to move up and sink on him.

“Oh, fuck,” Ethan groaned, my eyes on his face when I rode him. “You look like heaven, Bella.”

His words and his intense gaze did nothing but turn me on. Our groans echoed in the room, the scent of our arousal and sex hovering over us in a heavy blanket. Ethan’s hands were on my breasts, rolling my nipples and flicking the clitoris as I rode myself on him. He took the lead when my head fell back on his shoulder, my eyes closing and my mouth panting and heaving with breathy moans each time he slammed inside me from behind.

His hold tightened on my waist when our breathing increased. I was about to say something to him when I felt an itch on my nose and I sneezed.

Loudly.

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