Page 77 of Mine to Worship

“I have no idea why I am reacting like this.”

I approach him and wrap my arms around his back.

His eyes find mine in the mirror, and I gulp at the sheer intensity mixed with pleading behind them.

“Why don’t we stop pretending, huh? If I make you happy, if you’re my entire world, then why do we keep this fucking charade up?” he asks gravelly and a bit breathless. “I have this urge inside of me to tell you everything, but I don’t because I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it, and now with the pregnancy… but then you tell me this, and… fuck…” His head drops and his shoulders slump. “I have never wanted anything more than this with you.”

My heart squeezes with guilt of keeping postponing our talk.

I caress his back and say, “I want this, too… My feelings haven’t changed, Kian.” I try to assure him. I love him, then why can’t I just shove the last remaining doubts and tell him?

I fear we’re only happy because we are here. In this bubble we’ve created. But I will push through. I will.

“You’re my all, angel. I’ll give you everything you ask for. You just need to name it and it’s yours.”

At dinner, my cheeks burn with embarrassment with every new childhood story my dad tells at dinner. “Dad, stop it. We went through that already.”

“I haven’t heard this story,” Kian says, adoration shining in his eyes. I glare at him, and my dad goes on.

“Ellia wanted to come with me fishing. She was five and I put a plastic worm on her hook. But she noticed the worm on my hook was alive. In a grand gesture, she threw them in the water so they could live. You should’ve seen the shock on her little face when dozens of fish swam toward the surface.” My dad suppresses his smile and adds, “She came running through the door, her eyes big and filled with tears yelling she was a criminal.”

“I hope our daughter is as sweet as you,” Kian says and another protective layer dissipates.

Back from dinner, we wish my parents good night. Kian sheds his clothes and I’m fully engrossed in the view. His physique is pure perfection, those ridged and perfectly carved muscles.

“You always refer to our baby as a girl,” I ask and undress.

“Yes, I want more of you to love.”

“You’re too good with words.”

“Only with words?” He lifts a brow, the playfulness between us shifting to heat.

“Hmm, you can refresh my memory with other things you’re good at.” My words drip with innuendo as he switches the faucet of lust inside me with nothing but a heated glance.

“It has to be mediocre if it slipped past your memory,” he teases. His eyes travel up and down my naked body as I sway my hips.

“Fine.”

I push him onto the bed and his back hits the mattress. I straddle his legs, pinning his hands above his head. I lower my face to his. “I’ll do it myself.”

“You want control? It’s yours, I relinquish it to you, for you, only you. But angel, don’t you know I have none when it comes to you?”

My walls crash at my feet and he barges right in with no chance of ever keeping him out.

“Take whatever you need from me.”

Whatever I need from him, it’s mine, that’s the message. Still, I want to test him, and I say, “No touching until I say so.”

His hands remain pinned to his back while I trail kisses down his chest.

“How do I feel?”

“Like you’re flowing through my veins, ripping me apart and putting me back together.”

I peel off his boxers. His hard cock springs up between us and I take a long lick from root to the leaking tip. A shudder goes through him as I continue sucking him, loving what my mouth does to him––the pleasure I can offer him.

“I could never forget this, nor you… nothing between us.”

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