Page 52 of Love Locked
“You ready for me, princess?” Kabir asked affectionately, stroking her face.
“I was born ready for you, baby,” Kyra whispered, kissing the inside of his palm.
Kabir gave her a quick kiss while his eyes flared with an undefined emotion. He then sheathed himself with protection. Kyra gulped and licked her lips while mentally screaming, as he was huge.
“You’re precious to me. Will you remember that?” He posed the question with a gentleness that even he was unaware of.
“Always.” Kyra nodded, encouraging him by lifting her hips. And then he pushed in, slowly, at first, letting her adjust to his size and girth.
Kyra moaned in pleasure and pain, biting her lower lip as she clenched his girth fiercely. Although she knew it would hurt the first time, it also felt somewhat different. She gasped as Kabir slowly filled her to the hilt and experienced the most enticing ache blended with pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby.” Kabir clenched his teeth to restrain himself. He kissed her eyelids and licked the tears spilling down her cheeks. He entered her slowly, thrust by thrust. Kyra was caught off guard by how delicious and pleasurable the stretching sensation was. The more of it, the better. She craved the pleasure and torment he was unleashing on her as she clung to his shoulders.
“This feels so good...” She met his thrusts equally, and after a few seconds, the intensity of their lovemaking turned fast and frenzied as they both kissed and caressed each other.
Kyra whimpered, sensing she was on the edge of a pleasure cliff, and let herself fall into the valley of sensations. “Oh God, Bir...”
She screamed one moment; the next, she was having the most powerful, spectacular, body-shaking, soul-shattering orgasm of her life.
She raked her nails on his back and clung to him for her dear life as he took hold of her hips and moved faster and deeper inside her while grunting and pulsating, causing her to experience another orgasm. The only sound in the room was the slapping of flesh and their moans.
Kyra rotated her hips while Kabir cursed under his breath, pulling her hair away from her face to see her expression as he emptied himself in her. He couldn’t stop gazing at her. She was the most priceless thing he had ever seen. He brushed one stubborn hair tendril away from her face and wiped the last of the moisture from her eyes.
Being Kyra’s first time, he knew it would be an emotional ride for her. The caveman in him was fucking proud of himself for being her first. He got off the bed and disposed of the condom. He then brought a warm washcloth to clean her.
“What are you doing?” Kyra was startled when he parted her legs and wiped her gently. The washcloth turned pink and Kyra blushed again at his sweet, thoughtful gesture.
“Making sure you’re good.” He kissed her forehead.
He came back to the bed and lay on his back. He pulled her into him, wrapping himself around her. He couldn’t even fathom another guy touching a single hair on Kyra’s arm, much less owning her in the manner he did right now. She belonged to him, and no other man was allowed to even think about her in any way. He had no idea he had such possessive tendencies. He turned her face and gave her a searing kiss. They kissed each other dreamily until they became too worn out.
Kyra was wrapped into Kabir, relishing the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. He was sexy and a dominant beast in bed. She didn’t know she was into dominating men. Kabir was not just dominating but also sensitive. The tenderness he displayed after sex was too much. His kisses were magical and made her mouth tingle. She loved it. She also loved that he looked spent now, and even in his rumpled state, he looked like he could take on the world.
Kyra trailed a finger over his tattoo, marvelling at its beauty. It piqued her curiosity, so she asked him.
“Can I ask you something, Bir?” Kyra looked at him adorably.
“What baby?”
“What does your tattoo mean? Will you tell me now?”
“Well, it symbolises love and loyalty and helps me remain grounded. Also, it reminds me to always be calm, determined and positive during troubled times.”
“It’s unlikely that you would need a reminder for anything, baby.” She peppered his face with kisses.
“I’m not perfect, princess. I have my flaws.” His lips quirked as he held her face in his palms.
“To me, you are perfect.”
She gave him a searing kiss and they remained like that, snuggled in each other’s arms for a while, on what appeared to be the brink of something potent. They both felt as though they were unprepared for what had just happened. Kyra raised her head and saw that Kabir’s face mirrored the surprise she was feeling.
This was different.
This was big.
Kabir kissed Kyra softly at first and then fiercely, engulfing them in sensations of pleasure and passion.
NINETEEN
