Page 44 of Quasim: King Inferno

As soon as the words left his mouth, I let out a loud wail, as I trembled in his arms. It was hard knowing that I never experienced something that I had wanted so bad. I’ve never wanted anything more than becoming a mother.

Every day, I was surrounded by amazing women bringing life into this world, and that wasn’t my reality. Cancer stole time from me, and now I was in limbo on what was next for me. Getting married and having children should have been what came next. It should have been what was next for me.

Forus.

Quasim’s hand was under my shirt, as his hands ran up my bare back, rubbing it gently as I held onto him.

“I’m here, Anjo… not going anywhere.” He whispered, his body tense, which was expected after what I had told him.

I wanted him so bad.

My body craved this man’s touch, his gaze, and everything that came with him. He was so broken, and I wanted to fix him. For so long, he has had to be strong for everyone else, the barrier that protected his family’s legacy. There was no time for him to actually feel. Did he mourn the loss of his girlfriend and daughter?

Sure.

I also think he never truly mourned them. He just became numb to it. Figuring that if he turned his feelings and emotions off, he would be fine. I wanted to make him whole again, love him until he started to burst at the seam because the love was so good.

Quasim had gone so long without love – we both have. I wanted to show him that all wasn’t lost for us. We could gain everything that we had lost, find love within each other. Restore each other and have what we both so desperately wanted.

Love.

Commitment.

A life together.

“I want you, Quasimmy,” I whispered into his ear, and his body reacted to me.

This man…

The head of the Inferno Gods, as ruthless as they came, and my words caused him to react. If I never felt likethatgirl before, I damn sure felt likeherin this moment, as his hands continued to rub my back in counterclockwise motions.

I leaned up, staring into his eyes, desperately wanting to know if he felt the same, or wanted the same. “Ineedyou, Blair.” He whispered.

His throat bobbed as he took me in and kissed my lips. I lifted my arms, and he pulled my shirt over my head as I sat, straddling his lap, with my breasts exposed.

Goosebumps pricked my arms as we both kept eye contact, never breaking our connection. Quasim’s hands moved from my back to my arms, and then eventually to my breasts. It was how he took me in with his eyes low, like the flicker of a candle on its last breath.

The Inferno men naturally had low eyes. It was something they all inherited from their father. Their low eyes were dark, you could see the malice swirling in their irises. However, there was a softness that was only revealed for their wives and family.

Quasim took me in before his eyes met mine again, and he stood up while holding me. He carried me down the hall to my bedroom, and I clung onto him, wanting this.

Needing this.

I wanted to feel him inside me.

Ineededhim to feel what home felt like.

I kissed his neck softly as he lowered me onto the bed, and pulled my shorts off, exposing my pussy. He stood over the bedas I lay in the middle, naked as the day I was born. Quasim took me in with his eyes, as if he was taking mental pictures.

He grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the bottom of the bed, as he shook his vest off and leaned over the bed, covering my mouth with his, his hands caressing my inner thighs, going higher.

The more his fingers lingered on my thigh, my legs opened further and further. Only thing that could be heard was the sound of us kissing sloppily. He moved from my lips to my neck, and then he paused.

I looked down into his eyes as he kissed where my chemo port was, and then looked up at me again before continuing to kiss my body.

“I love you, Quasim,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

My heart slammed against my chest in suspense as I waited for him to react, or even speak. He peered up at me, his body frozen as if he had imagined what I nearly yelled out to him.

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