Page 74 of Mine to Worship

“What am I doing?” he asks, his grin stretching across his face. Seeing him happy makes me feel the same way.

“You’re trying to get on both of our good sides. Clever, really clever.”

He presses his lips to mine. But before we deepen the kiss, my mom’s voice rings through the house.

“Breakfast is ready.”

I slide out of the bed and shut the bathroom door behind me while he groans on the other side of it. I open the door just enough to take a peek and before I can blink, Kian yanks it open, pushes me against the wall, and ravishes my mouth.

“Where were we, angel?” he asks in a low voice that sends heat straight between my legs.

He trails his hand down my body, and my skin prickles underneath.

“I love your hands on me.”

“What about when I do this?” He pinches one of my nipples, and for a second, my senses explode with the double sensation.

He slams his mouth down on me, kissing me breathless, backing me into the wall. I could learn to live on his kisses alone. His hand parts my thighs and he flicks my clit. He slides his fingers in and out of me, relentless in his pursuit to board me straight to orgasmia.

He drops on his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I will have to direct my attention to my pussy now.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” I say, gripping his shoulders, through the exquisite pleasure of his fingers inside me and his thumb circling my clit. I want him to give me everything. Nothing feels better than every part of him inside me, filling me, consuming me––that combination of skin on skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, breathing each other in, all that love, pleasure, and madness consuming me.

He buries his face between my thighs, and laps at my core, the wet sounds echoing through the walls. I bite into my hand at the shocks of pleasure zipping through me. He plays with my body until he swallows my release. Unsteady on my legs, I fall into his chest while I regain my breath.

“Good morning, wife.”

“A very good one indeed, husband.”

“Was I too rough?” he asks and stands up.

“Don’t ruin it now,” I threaten, dangling a finger at his chest, and he nips at it. “You weren’t. I love everything you do to my body.” And it’s true.

He cradles my face and kisses me until my heart threatens to leave my chest. He ravishes my mouth and pours into me everything he has until I am brimming with him. When the kiss ends, my gaze falls on the mirror where I stare at my swollen red lips and my flushed skin.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, his hands on my waist.

“No, I look like I just had sex, and my parents are downstairs...”

He sends me an apologetic look. “I got carried away, plus we’re married,” he says and winks at me before he leaves me to get ready.

I splash some water on my face, and when the endorphins get back to normal, I exit the bathroom, making my way downstairs.

“Good morning,” I say, kiss my parents on the cheek, and slide into the seat next to Kian.

When I bite into the soft cherry pie, I moan out loud and lick my fingers.

“This is so good.”

My mum prepared quite a spread: French toast, a plate of cheese, grapes, salami, cereal with yogurt, and freshly pressed orange juice. My dad and Kian exchange knowing looks while my mom beams from ear to ear.

“What? I’m hungry,” I say through a mouthful.

“More?” Mum asks and I accept another slice of pie.

After breakfast, before Kian heads out with my dad for an ATV ride, I say to my parents, “I have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning. Would you like to come with us?”

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