I laugh, shaking my head at him, as I pull him back up to me.
Anticipation buzzes over my skin. Impatience has me ripping my top up over my head and pushing at Kai’s to expose his chest.
He chuckles wickedly, removing his clothing then covering me with his body, the hard planes of him in stark contrast to my softness.
Kai kisses me, his fingers finding my clit and I moan into hismouth.
“Fuck, you’resoaked,”he groans, pressing two fingers inside me.
“Kai,” I pant, writhing against his hand. “I need you.”
He pulls his fingers from me, sucking my juices off them, before stroking his cock as he positions himself at my entrance.
I wrap my legs around his hips as he enters me with one powerful thrust. I cry out, feeling him hitting the deepest parts of me.
“God, Tess,” he grits out, his jaw tight as if he’s barely holding on. “I’m not going to last.”
He snaps his hips forward, then he’s pulling almost all the way out and thrusting inside again, knocking the air from my lungs.
Pressure builds inside me with each glide of his cock, each time it hits that spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“You feel too good. I need you to come,” he tells me, reaching between his to circle my clit.
It doesn’t take long before the pleasure becomes too much and I climax, my muscles tensing as I scream his name. Kai shouts, spilling himself inside me, his movements turning jagged.
He collapses over me, careful not to crush me with his weight. Brushing my sweat slicked hair from my face, he leans in to take my lips with his. I can taste the salt on his skin as I lose myself in him.
Kai exhales a shaky breath, his fingers tightening on my waist like he’s afraid to let go. His forehead rests against mine, and for a moment, the world is just the two of us—skin against skin, breath mingling.
“This should scare the shit out of me,” he murmurs. “And it does. But… I don’t want to run.”
I swallow hard, my chest tightening. “No?”
He shakes his head, lips brushing mine. “No. Because I’d rather walk through hell with you than live in control without you.”
My breath catches, and suddenly, the fear, the uncertainty—it’s all worth it. Because no matter what comes next, I know one thing for sure.
We’re in this together.
Epilogue
Two and a half years later...
Howdoyouhidea dead body?
No, seriously. I’m actually asking. Because it’s not like I can Google this shit. And I’m about two seconds away from murdering a child.
Okay—given my past experiences with homicide, let me clarify: I’m not actually going to kill my own kid.
But holy fucking shit, parenting is brutal.
Nico Matthews is a menace. A tiny, curly-haired, two-year-old dictator with an iron will and a scream that could shatter glass. Nothing I do is ever good enough. He screams. He cries. He hits.
Oh, but only at me.
With his daddy? He’s a sweet little angel. A cherub in crocodile pyjamas. Butter wouldn’t melt in his chubby little hands.
And Kai? Completely blind to the truth. In his eyes, Nico can do no wrong.