Page 115 of I Replaced His Husband
"No, don’t say anything! Let me finish. I want to say something about you! You… you were like my rock. You defended me, lied for me, covered for me, fought for me. Even with the antidote holding you back, you gave it everything you had in the fight. You never wavered. You were always in my corner. That means everything to me, Rain."
I didn’t know what to say. Before I could come up with anything, he leaned in again and cupped my face in both hands.
"Thank you, Rain. You didn’t fail me. Not once. No matter what shit I threw at you—consciously or not—youneverlet me down. You’re my perfect mate, my fated mate, my True Mate."
I blinked, speechless. His breathing had quickened.
Even in the dim light, I could tell that his face was flushed.
Kay kissed my lips lightly again, whispering, "I claim you, Rain. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work!"
His lips brushed my cheeks.
He pulled back just a little, smiling softly as he looked into my eyes in the dim light of the room. "I know you wanted us to kiss. I could feel you holding back so many times."
Swallowing hard, I muttered, "Yeah… but even more I wanted you to be one hundred percent ready, Kay. I wasn’t going anywhere."
"I know," he said. "And I appreciate it. But I am ready. For this… and more."
He leaned in again, and now our lips met properly. His tongue slipped into my mouth, not so shy anymore, exploring, searching. And he tasted amazing. I gasped into the kiss, completely swept away. God, it was dizzying. Perfect.
Despite the lingering pain from the fight and the knife cuts on my hands, I felt like I was floating. My pulse was going crazy, my hunger for him getting stronger by the second.
Kay pulled away once more, his eyes burning. He took off his shorts and mine, then straddled me again.
"I want you, Rain," he whispered.
Then we kissed again, even deeper this time, more hungrily. His lips were sweet and hot, almost rough with urgency. Our tongues tangled wildly. It was passionate, intense, and lewd. I had never seen this side of him, as usually he was very passive.
When he pulled away, I decided I’d had enough of sitting in the dark. I reached for the nightstand and turned on the light.
The glow revealed Kay’s naked figure, svelte and flawless, with his dick fully hard. His cheeks were flushed pink, long lashes casting dark shadows, his lips red and still wet.
He lifted his hips, reached between us, and grabbed my shaft. His eyes locked with mine as the tip of my dick pressedagainst his entrance, dripping wet, swollen, clenching. And then, slowly, inch by inch, he impaled himself on my dick.
For a moment, he just sat there, taking all of me, breathing hard. Then, without breaking eye contact, he began to move, up and down, steady and slow.
Our eye-lock was surprisingly sensual and powerful. I felt this rush of excitement because Kay chose this. He was taking the lead. He was the active side for the first time, and it made me almost drunk with happiness.
His passage was so warm and tight, his insides pulsing around me, rippling, milking me, making me groan. His rhythm was smooth, and he looked graceful.
His slim hips lifted over my dick and fluidly rolled while going down in silky smooth moves, thighs flexing with each move, the tension building fast between us.
"You called me your boyfriend. In front of them," I whispered, barely holding back from coming.
The sight of him riding me… it was a perfect dream.
"You are far more than that, Rain!" He gasped, tilting his head back, cock twitching, hole clenching as he came with a long, sweet moan. I followed right after, falling deep into him… and maybe falling for more than just that.
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The next morning, I woke up pretty late, around 11:00 am.
Kay wasn’t beside me. For a moment, my drowsy eyes wandered across the room, searching for him, but everything was still and quiet.
A flicker of unease stirred in my chest, and I got up, pulling on my shorts.
As I bent down to grab my socks, I felt a slight pull across my shoulder strap. I raised my hand and touched my neck gland.Now both of my glands were marked, just like Kay’s. We had completed the marking ritual, and it filled me with a strange, deep sense of satisfaction.
