Page 28 of The Devil's Chaos

His blue shirt was soaked with water from the shower, but he didn't seem to care. He held me tightly, allowing me to break down in his arms. My body shook violently as I tried to regain control, my heart aching for the comfort he provided. In that moment, I knew there was no turning back. I was too vulnerable, too exposed, and my emotions were too raw.

When my tears ran dry, and the sobs wracking my body disappeared, he lifted me into his arms. I had no fight left in me. All I wanted was not to feel the crushing weight of the pain anymore. So when he patted me dry, gently running the towel over my wet skin, I let him. When he lifted my arms to slide a T-shirt over my head, I let him. And when he laid me on my bed and gently brushed my hair, I let him.

I was a shell of a person, numb with exhaustion, and raw with emotion. My body felt heavy, my limbs weighed down by an unbearable weight. All I could do was lay there, eyes distant, as he continued to care for me. I could feel the warmth from his touch, and it felt like a beacon of hope in the darkness that had consumed me.

"You're safe now," he whispered, his voice gentle and soothing. "I'll take care of you."

So, when I felt his weight shift in the bed like he was leaving me alone, I reached back and grabbed his arm. “Please.”

“Haven, please be careful about what you’re about to ask me because I am fighting really hard right now to be the man you deserve to have in your life.”

I rolled over to face him and ran my fingertips up his arm, begging him to let loose and make me forget, just for the night. “Don’t be.”

“What?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

“Don’t be the man I deserve to have in my life. Not tonight.”

He stared down at me, his eyes darkening, and his jaw clenched tightly.

“Please, Kai,” I begged, my eyes filling with tears. “Make me forget, just for a little while.”

“Fuck it,” he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the carpet.

My eyes fixated on his tattoos, the intricate designs snaking up his neck and crawling over every inch of exposed skin. Thestories etched into his flesh were a maze I couldn't escape from, each scar a haunting symbol of the life he was born into—a legacy that was branded onto him before he even took his first breath. A legacy of pain and violence that he could never escape from.

He grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled my hips down farther into the bed. He urged my legs open and then blew his breath against my thighs and over my bare pussy.

He moved up my body, hovering over me, not quite touching me.

“Tell me to stop, Haven,'“ he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

I shook my head as I shivered, his breath lifting goosebumps on my skin. I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.

“My breath against your neck just made you shiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do to you?”

I parted my legs more, inviting him in. He planted kisses down my body, my belly button, and my thighs until he reached the place that burned for his touch. Moving lower, he kissed the outer lips of my sex, teasing me with his mouth. I moaned under his touch, my hips bucking involuntarily, craving more of his attention.

He gently blew on my swollen clit before connecting his lips to it, sucking it between them, and swirling his tongue around it. A jolt of electricity ripped through me, and I arched my back, unable to take it. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him as he continued to devour me.

I writhed beneath him, trying to find a way to release the tension building up inside of me. I tasted the salt of my tears, felt the sting of his rough hands on my skin, and the fire he ignited with every touch.

Kai's lips moved down from my clit, and I felt him part my folds with his fingers. He slid them inside me, and I gasped, my hips bucking automatically against his hand. He plunged his fingers deeper, curling them in a way that sent a storm of emotions coursing through me.

His thumb strummed against my swollen clit as he finger fucked me, and I was lost in pleasure, forgetting everything except for the feelings consuming me. My body tightened, the sensations building until I could take it no longer.

"I'm going to come," I panted, my voice shaking with urgency.

Kai smirked, his eyes dark and full of desire. He continued to work his magic on me, plunging his fingers deep inside me and flicking his thumb against my clit. “Come for me, little lamb. Let me taste your come.”

His mouth replaced his fingers as his tongue pushed inside of me and then circled my clit. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I cried out, my body convulsing as I came hard, my orgasm rippling through me like a wave. I collapsed back on the bed, my breath short and my body pulsating. I lay there, panting and shaking as he continued to lick and suck me clean. My body felt alive and raw, my emotions surging like a raging river.

When he finally pulled away, he looked up at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. He climbed back up my trembling body, and I ran my fingers up his leg, feeling my way to the bulge in his pants. I wasn’t entirely surprised by the size, but the girth of it. Holy shit. It filled my hand.

“Why are your pants still on?” I breathed out, unable to contain my desire.

He hovered over me, closing his eyes. “Because I can’t.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” I challenged.

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