Page 88 of Mine to Worship

“I want you to fuck me.” My words stir a frenzy in him.

He lifts me and pushes me onto the bed. He pops the golden buttons of my pants and peels them off me. His fingers brush my sensitive thigh and tremors rock through my body.

“Unhook your bra.”

I flick my fingers and I throw it to the floor. I would follow every demand when his voice turns husky.

“You’re too dressed. It’s not fair,” I say.

“Even if I do this?” he asks and his tongue laps at my center.

I throw my head back and moan his name. My thighs tremble against his face and I arch my back. Pleasure shoots through me as if I’m flying over the starting line, pumped up to win the race and finish first. I come and float blissfully in a sea of endorphins.

My eyes follow his dexterous fingers as he unbuttons one button after the other, revealing his sculpted chest. That’s my man making my mouth dry. I wet my lips as he unzips his jeans and sheds his boxers. He crawls between my legs and lifts one of them, trailing kisses up my thigh, belly where his lips linger more, up to my nipples. He licks and sucks one than the other, peppering every inch of my skin with love bites. Tender, passionate kisses lavish me, claim me.

I’m his.

My lips tingle with expectation and I moan when his lips find my mouth. He glides his dick up and down my slit before guiding his head to my entrance and slides inside me.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he fills me, and I gasp for air. The stretch feels so maddeningly good.

My eyes roll back into my head when he starts thrusting, my nails digging into his back, my legs urging him even deeper into me. He pulls in and out of me in a gentle, slow pace, making love to me. He lowers his face and I close my eyes, savoring his lips on mine. With him inside me and the love pulsing between us, I come.

My name rolls out of his mouth in a prayer of worship and he stills in me before crashing down on the bed next to me. Both of us need a minute after the sacredness of our lovemaking.

He props himself up on one side, his finger trailing down the valley of my breasts, his eyes following the movement.

“The first time I took you without a condom, I waited for you to stop me. You felt the difference and said nothing. You wanted me as bad as I wanted you. We wanted to bind each other in every way possible, not realizing we already were.” His eyes find mine and he gulps. “And even when our world crashed, when loving you hurt with every breath in me, I couldn’t let you go, and neither could you, and it was dirty and raw, but I’ll never forget it because it happened in the place where destiny sealed us in, chained us together.”

“Kian...”

He places a finger on my lips, his eyes glowing with resolution.

“And I dare you when our deadline comes to look me in the eyes and tell me you can leave me.” I taste my salty, silent tears and his thumb dabs them away. “You could never be another woman to me, you’re the woman to me. I love you.”

“Kian…”

It’s hard fighting my tears when I see one tear escaping his eye and falling down his cheek.

“That fucking night when I went too far, I wanted to punish you by making you believe you’re no one to me when you’ve always been my everything. I was fighting with tears to not show you my true feelings. I was terrified of how much I loved you, how desperate I was for you, while inside I crumbled with the fear of losing you, of you not loving me back, of you betraying me.” His chest heaves and he swallows, closing his eyes for a second. “Still, all I hoped was to bind you to me, so you would never leave me. Now tell me, angel, was it worth it for you to fall in love with me?”

His rawness peels me bare and I whisper, “Yes.” Three letters and the air that escapes him resonates in the room.

He brings his forehead to mine.

“I will love you until my last day and beyond, Ellia.”

I place my hands on each cheek and say, “I love you, Kian, so very much, beyond anything I thought possible of feeling.” The confession pours out of me.

He blinks at me as if his brain and heart need to register my words first. His features turn dreamy, and he kisses me, feeding me his air, his love. It’s all I need anyway for soul sustenance. He holds me so tight, our hearts fuse together.

He plants a kiss on top of my head and his fingers caress my belly.

“This is why I don’t want to leave this place. I have everything I need and want in here,” I murmur.

Kian wraps me in his arms and says, “We can make a home anywhere. It’s not the place, it’s us.”

I fall asleep in his arms, my cocoon of love, and the impact of what transpired between us tonight marks the foundation of the new us, stronger, more confident, better equipped to face whatever challenges may come.

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