Page 92 of The Devil's Chaos

“Rest now, little lamb. I'll be here when you wake up.”

Exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, the emotional release taking its toll on my battered body and soul. As I nestled into his chest, his arms tightened around me, cocooning me in a warmth I had never known before. I drifted to sleep without fear, knowing I was safe, protected, and cherished. The nightmares that had haunted me for so long seemed to retreat, held at bay by the steady rhythm of Kai's heartbeat against my ear.

In the depths of my slumber, I dreamt of a future I had never dared to imagine—one where I was free from the shackles of my past, where love and happiness were more than just distantfantasies. And at the center of it all was Kai, the man who had seen through my walls and chosen to stand by my side, no matter how dark the path ahead might be.

Maybe, just maybe, I could learn to heal. To trust. To love.

And for now, that was enough.

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FORTY

HAVEN

As the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, I stirred, my eyes fluttering open to find Kai still holding me close. His gaze met mine, a soft smile playing on my lips. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

I nestled closer, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. “Morning,” I whispered back, marveling at how perfectly I fit in his arms. It had been a month since I was shot, and I had spent all my days with Kai, healing and existing together. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, finally coming together.

Kai’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin. “I could get used to this,” he confessed, his eyes shimmering with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Waking up beside you every day.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words, my heart fluttering wildly. I reached up, caressing his jawline. “I feel the same way. Being with you like this…it just feels right.”

His hand slid down my side, igniting sparks across my skin. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left mebreathless. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his tousled hair as the kiss deepened, growing more urgent and passionate.

Kai's hand drifted lower, caressing my hip and pulling me flush against him. I could feel the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against my thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he nuzzled my neck, his stubble rasping deliciously against my sensitive skin. His lips blazed a trail of fire down my neck, his teeth grazing my collarbone as goosebumps covered my skin. I arched into his touch, craving more, needing to feel his skin against mine. Kai’s hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt and his fingers splayed across my stomach, inching higher until he cupped my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple into a hardened peak. His hands roamed my body with reverence as he mapped every curve and committed it to memory.

A breathy moan fell from my lips as he lavished attention on my chest, his mouth replacing his hand, tongue swirling and teasing. I writhed beneath him and dug my nails into his shoulders, urging him on. He drifted back down, skimming over my hip and dipping between my thighs. His stroking and circling of my most sensitive spot tore a gasp out of me as I lay there trembling with need..

“Kai,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. He silenced me with a searing kiss and delved his tongue into my mouth. His fingers continued their torturous exploration, driving me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge.

In one swift motion, he rolled us over and settled his weight deliciously on top of me. His eyes, dark with passion, locked onto mine as he slowly, teasingly dragged the thin strap of my nightgown off my shoulder. His fingertips skimmed the newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You're so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice rough with need. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

A shiver of anticipation raced down my spine at his words. I reached for the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against mine. Kai obliged, swiftly removing the garment and tossing it aside. I drank in the sight of his sculpted chest, my hands exploring the firm planes and ridges of his abdomen. He groaned as my nails lightly raked over his skin, and the sound sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Capturing my wrists, he pinned them above my head as he claimed my mouth in a scorching kiss. His tongue probed deep, tangling with mine in a sensual dance that left me dizzy with desire. I could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against my core, separated only by the thin fabric of our clothing.

His free hand slid down my body, bunching the skirt of my nightgown around my hips. I gasped as his fingers brushed against the lace edge of my panties while they teased the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. “I need you, Kai.”

His eyes darkened with primal hunger at my plea, a low growl rumbling in his chest. In one swift motion, he tore away the flimsy lace barrier, leaving me bare and exposed to his heated gaze. His fingers traced the slick folds of my sex, and he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at my core. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over me in waves.

“That's it, baby,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Let go for me.”

His fingers pumped faster as he drove me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, my thighs trembling as I teetered on the brink of ecstasy. With a final stroke of his fingers, I shattered as I came undone beneath him.

Desperate to feel him inside me, I reached between us, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Kai quickly got themessage, breaking the kiss just long enough to shuck off his pants and boxers and kick them off the bed. He settled between my thighs, causing his hard length to press insistently against my core. I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him closer, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside me, stretching and filling me so perfectly it bordered on painful.

A guttural moan tore from my throat as he began to move with thrusts deep and measured. I clung to him, and my nails dug into the firm muscles of his back as he drove into me again and again.

“You feel so good,” he groaned against my skin. His voice was strained with the effort of holding back. “So perfect. Like you were made just for me.”

The pressure built inside me with each thrust of his hips, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might combust from the sheer intensity of it all. He seemed to sense my impending release and his movements became more urgent, more forceful. Reaching between us, his fingers found my sensitive nub, and he stroked it in time with his thrusts.

It was all too much—the exquisite slide of his body inside mine, the delicious friction of his fingers against my core, the intoxicating scent of our mingled arousal heavy in the air. With a keening cry, I shattered, my inner muscles clenching around him like a vice as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

He followed me over the edge with a hoarse shout, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside me, his release hot and pulsing. He collapsed on top of me, and I welcomed his weight as an anchor as I floated back down from the dizzying heights of our lovemaking.

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