Page 26 of Come Alive
“Good. Now Kazi, I’m going to use you for my own pleasure. Do I have your consent?”
His cock twitched, and she raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“Always,” he murmured.
That was all she needed. Yara quickly ripped off her long sleeve, offering an unobstructed view of her full breasts. Kazi gulped around the gravel that formed in his throat as she stepped out of her pants next. Her pink cunt begging for him, but he restrained himself. Allowing her the control in this encounter.
Her hypnotic eyes held his as she rolled along his length, covering him inher.He wanted more than anything to grab her hips and tug her down onto him, but his hands found the scratchy rug below him instead, digging his fingers in.
“Kazi, you’re going to make me feel good,” she advised.
It was his only warning before she sunk onto him.
A groan of appreciation left him as his body lit up with energy and searing pleasure. He had spent years platonically with Yara, and he would have been happy to spend their lives without ever crossing this line.
But beingwithYara? Creating afamily?It was more than Kazi could have dared hope for, more than he deserved.
“Eyes on me,” Yara growled, bending forward until her soft chest compressed to his. She began kissing along his neck, sucking the skin there, the sensation shot explosively outwards.
He moaned as static and pleasure wrapped in his gut, extending across his nerves all the way up his spine, frying his brain and any clear thought.
He released his hold on the uncomfortable carpet, his hands finding Yara’s hips instead. He bounced her as she continued to mark him. To claim him. Ignoring his injury altogether.
He wanted nothing more than to wear her mark proudly, to show the world that he washers. He would never be anyone else’s.
He reached between them, finding her clit, rubbing it as best he could. He needed her to cum for him, andsoon.He was wobbling along a high wire, and he didn’t want to tumble off without her.
She bit down on his neck,hard.
He didn’t expect to enjoy the pain mixing surreptitiously with the pleasure, but it was his undoing.
“Ya—ra,” his voice broke as emotion overflowed from him into her. He didn’t let up on her clit until she was clenching around him, her mouth releasing his neck to expel a loud moan into his ear.
But then her moan turned to a sob, and concern broke through—a spark of clarity.
Without separating, Kazi reached up and wiped the tears from Yara’s eyes. He couldn’t remember her crying ever before. Wasn’t sure if she had. “Yara, what is it?”
“I’m crying because I’m an emotional wreck. I’m crying because I don’t deserve you. I’m crying because I’mnotangry with you, you were there for me in my darkest hours. I wasnothingwithout you. I wasn’t enough of anything. I just—”
Kazi cupped her face, bringing her gently down to him. “I love you, Yara. Youareenough. You will be a fantastic mother, and you won’t be alone. Mateo and I will be by your side through it all.” He offered a soft searing kiss before releasing her.
“And what about James? What if he is a part of my life too? What if a part of my heart holds space for him?” She dropped tohis chest. Her soft skin causing his dick to jump inside of her, but he controlled himself.
He wrapped his arms around Yara’s small frame. She hadn’t been eating again, and now that she was pregnant, his concern was two-fold.
He mulled over her words, carefully dissecting his feelings around them. He didn’t know much about James other than the research he had done, but the man didn’tseembad. In fact, he appeared to be a lost soul.
“We are lost souls,” Kazi murmured aloud. “From what I know, you are the first person Mateo has ever been like this with. He’s spoken more since he met you than he had in the last decade. And Yara, before anything else, you are my best friend. If you want James to be with you, then I will accept it, and if I have concerns, I will communicate with you just as I always have.”
Yara burrowed into his neck, her lips brushing his sensitive skin there. “You aren’t my best friend, Kazi.”
Kazi’s heart dropped into his gut, bile rose up in his throat. Rejection. Loneliness. Crippling depression hitting in quick succession. A reminder of his upbringing, of his parents. He was an orphan, but not because of his parents’ death. Because theyabandonedtheir sons.
“You are my soulmate.” Her words broke through the static that threatened to consume him.
“Yara,” he croaked.
Elation, warmth,relief.
