Page 14 of These Sinful Kingdoms

Luca had a half smile in his sleep, like even his dreams were sweet and full of joy and I couldn’t stop myself from touching him, the memory of how he touched my body last night making me shiver with lust.

I turned to look at Kingston, my broody, stoic ever-present guard. The man who had torn himself apart to try and find me when my father gave me up. The man who blamed himself for my son being taken.

Kingston was a complicated man, a man that I had always seen as my shadow, the one I could depend upon no matter what, and the protective force that would keep me safe at night.

He frowned in his sleep, and I ran my fingers over the lines, lines I know he hated because they made him feel older. He had so many chips on his shoulders, and I know his past haunted him in more ways than one.

He sighed as I stroked his forehead and I watched as his eyes slowly opened, taking me in. We stared at each other, my hand dropping between us, and he brushed his fingers against mine, as if testing the connection, the ability to touch me.

I hadn’t lied. I wasn’t a blind woman, I had two men around me practically twenty-four seven so it was only natural that I would have fantasized about them at some point, and I did, often.

I just never thought they would look at me in the same way. I smiled at Kingston, letting his fingers roam where they wanted as he trailed up my arm and over my shoulder. His eyes followed the path his fingers took and when he brushed over my neck and then my jawline, I gasped slightly, nerve endings alive and sensitive. His thumb ran over my lower lip as I parted for him, darting my tongue out to lick the pad of his finger and watching as his eyes heated.

A loud crash came from the kitchen and Luca shot up out of the bed at the same time Kingston sat up, shifting to shield me with his body.

“Aww fuck.” Fabian muttered from the other room, and I groaned as Luca muttered under his breath, running a hand over his face.

“Well. Guess I am up. I’ll go see what the demon broke.” He said with a grin, then leaned over the bed to kiss me so thoroughly I was ready to pull him back into bed.

“Don’t forget we have dinner at the Mendez house tonight.” He whispered before glancing over at Kingston. They shared a moment of silent communication before Luca grabbed his shirt and strolled out of the bedroom.

I turned to look at Kingston who was now awkwardly trying to cover his bare chest and reach for his shirt.

“Hey. Stop, Kingston. We should talk a little before you go rushing out of my room.” I said, grabbing his hands that were clutching the sheets.

He froze, his face red as he looked at me and I raised an eyebrow at him. Okay then. He was going to be the shy one, so I guess I was going to have to take control.

I slowly leaned forward and cupped his face with one hand, my other resting on his chest as I kissed him gently. He stiffened slightly, as if shocked I was truly touching him before his hands let go of the sheets and rested on my waist.

The kiss was tentative, exploring, and gentle. He kissed me like I was a fragile, precious thing, and that only made me want him more.

As I ran my hand over his chest and down over his stomach, he pulled away and grabbed my hand to stop me.

“Wait. I know what I look like.” He said as if it was the most perfect explanation. I sighed and got to my knees, then lifted the shirt I had on to expose my own stomach.

“Look, Kingston. I have scars. I have stretch marks and my stomach will never be the flat, perfectly sculpted stomach I long for. I feel self-conscious when people touch me, I wear high-waisted, clothes to cover it and more often than you think I will wear Spanx to tighten it all up. Does this make you want me any less?” I questioned as I stared at him, baring myself to his scrutiny.

“Why would you think that, Aurora? You are beautiful and those scars only add to your beauty. You brought life into this world, and they are proof of that. I don’t feel worthy enough to touch you.” He whispered as I dropped the shirt.

“Well, that is how I feel about you, Kingston. I find you attractive, I want to touch every inch of you and show you just how much I adore you. I have spent nights wondering what it would be like to have you above me, to feel you pressing me into the bed with your body, to kiss every inch of your skin. Will you let me?” I asked and he hesitated, the inner conflict showing in his eyes before he reached for me, pulling me against his body until I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“I will try. You have to be patient with me. It isn’t easy to escape the demons in my mind and the words others have said before.” He murmured before resting his face against my chest and inhaling softly.

I tilted his face up to me, running my fingers over the light stubble that covered his thick jawline, looking into his blue eyes.

“I promise you that my demons are willing to play with yours and I will vanquish every negative word ever said by another and replace it with one full of love.” I kissed him to seal the deal, letting him lower me to the bed until he was hovering over me, one hand cupping my cheek and the other running down the length of my body.

“You are a precious gift and I never thought I would ever be able to touch you, let alone hear words like that from your lips. I don’t know how this will work but I need you to understand that you are everything to me, my princess, my queen, and I will never stop showing you just how much I love you.” He kissed me again and I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, pulling him down onto me.

“Show me, Kingston. Let me have all of you.” I whispered and nipped his neck, hooking my legs around his hips and grinding myself on him.

“We should stop.” He groaned and I held him in place.

“No. Luca has it covered. You know that is why he left us alone. I need you to let go with me, Kingston. I need you.” I looked at him, watching the emotions in his eyes before he lowered himself completely and I felt his cock grind against my core.

He trailed kisses over my chest, lifting my shirt until he could cup my breast in his hand, kneading me gently.

“I don’t want to rush this.” He whispered and I grinned.

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