Page 135 of The Betrayal

“God,” I pause, inhaling deeply and when I speak, my voice is low and raspy. “You're beautiful.”

“Keat...” her voice is soft and I fucking love it. Innocent until she's naked. Her face drops, and I miss her eyes on me. I step towards her. It took two steps if you're wondering. My neck cranes, head dipped, and my finger and thumb grip her chin. Tipping her beautiful face up towards mine, my heart stutters in my chest at just how perfect she is. Perfect is too less of a word. Our eyes lock, souls blend and our hearts knot and wrap around each other in a matter of seconds. The undeniable force field that consumes us as soon as we're together wrapping around us like an invisible string, pulling us together until we have nowhere else to go. Free falling into infinity, the world disappearing around us when all I can focus on is her. It's always her. It will always be her.

“Keat...” Keat. She's breathless, chest rising and falling, her blue eyes on my lips and I am starved of her. Desperate. Sick, so sick and she is the only antidote that will heal me.

Her. Mine. Forever.

“Blossom.” Fuck, it feels good to let that name slip from my tongue, her eyes widen for a moment before her arms are wrapped around my neck, pulling me towards her and as I gently tip forward, our lips lock, tongues entwine and dance to a song only we can hear and I know that as long as we're together, we fix each other. Bit by bit. Piece by piece.

Hands clasp her cheeks, turning my face as our kiss deepens and I know this is wrong, but I couldn't stop. My lips greedily trail down her jaw to her neck as I let them linger a little longer over her pulse point and smile. Grazing across her collar bone before I am on my knees.

“Keaton, we shouldn't.”

“I know baby, but it's too late. We shouldn't have crossed the line all those months ago,” my hands are on her bump as I drag my lips over her warm skin, the smell of honey and vanilla engulf me from her moisturizer, and I groan. “But we crossed the line, we would have always ended up here, wife, we're destined. Written in the stars. You know the truth; you know that this,” I fall back onto my knees, “this is everlasting, Blossom. You were made for me. It doesn't matter how much we try, we will always find our way back to each other.” She whimpers as my long fingers slip inside her shorts, letting them glide through her lips and she is already wet.

“Keaton,” she whispers, eyes glassy and I know there are a thousand words she wants to say but she won't. Not yet.

“I know,” my lips press at the top of her thigh, finger teasing at her opening. “I just need tonight, this moment, I need you Ari. Let me worship you, let me love you. I need to show you how much you mean to me, tonight, tomorrow, infinity.”

Her breath catches as I fill her with two of my fingers, just as my other hand skims her shorts out the way, my lips edging closer to her as my tongue flicks her clit. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she steadies herself.

“Bed,” she breathes.

Normally I would argue, but not tonight. I stand, satisfied with the small taste I have had but I need more. Desperately. Before she can stop me, I lift her into my arms and guide her to the bed, laying her down gently, hair fanned out underneath her and looking as pretty as ever.

If someone told me a year ago how soft I would be for this woman, I would tell them to go suck a dick. But here I am. Hypocrite. Always hated men that acted like this, until her.

Her.

My universe.

My constellations.

My galaxies and everything beyond. I was cocky and condescending—still am—but not with her.

Soft.

So fucking soft.

My fingers dust over her skin and I am addicted to everything about her. The way she feels beneath my fingertips, the way she melts on my tongue, the way she tastes on my lips. My eyes connect with hers as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slip them down her thighs and off her ankles. Her toes pressed against my shirt covered chest, and my thumb rubs her archway, neck craned, head dipped as I plant soft kisses on the top of her foot, across her ankle and up her calf, her knee, her thighs until I am knelt between them.

“I will never tire of you, baby.” Her eyes glisten at my words, lips parted and her tits overspilling her tight crop top. I lay over, careful not to put any weight on her bump, hands either side of her face as I kiss her softly.

She wriggles beneath me, and I smirk.

“You're not going anywhere.”

“I feel so unattractive,” she whispers and my heart falls heavy in my chest, aching.

“Blossom,” I lick my lips, slowly pushing up but staying on my knees. “Don't you ever feel anything but beautiful.” I kiss over her bump, and I know it must be hard for her, the way her body has changed to accommodate and grow two babies. Her skin stretched; belly swollen but she has never looked more beautiful to me than she does now.

“I will love you till the end of time, until the world is nothing but ashes, nothing but a million particles disintegrating through the infinite of galaxies. And even then, it will never be enough Arizona. I am weak for you my love, I adore you. More so now than ever.”

“Keaton,” she chokes out a sob, slowly trying to sit up but I shake my head and place her hand on my chest, so she can feel the way my heart beats for her.

“This is yours Arizona, it'll never beat for another woman the way it beats for you.” A tear rolls down her cheek and I swipe it away with my thumb.

Lifting her hand from my chest, I place a kiss on her palm then rest it back on the duvet of the bed.

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