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TWENTY-FOUR
STELLA
He warned me, but is it really considered a warning if it’s exactly what I wanted?
For so long, this is what my dreams were made of. His lips on mine, his hands on me, as he buries himself deep inside of me. I didn’t know what it would feel like, but the first time I found out, I knew I would never be the same.
Did I think this was going to happen when he came here today? No.
Did I hope it would? More than anything.
I throw my head back against the glass. The sting of the hit is nothing compared to how good I feel as he takes my nipple between his teeth, tugging it at the same time he applies pressure to my clit. I’m so wet, so ready. I can feel how easily his fingers slide in and out of me, and I have to bite down on my lip to hold in my moans. The euphoric feeling my building orgasm gives me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. More intoxicating than the first time he touched me, because now my body remembers him. It responds to him as if he’s the one who owns it. Well, essentially he does. Because Malachi Saint owns every part of me. Inside and out, mind, body, and soul.
The real, the broken, the…
“Shh baby, you're going to wake up the kids,” his chuckle brings me out of my thoughts, and I lean forward, biting his earlobe in response. The fucker. He gets me back though, biting my nipple, and making me cry out in pain. Or is it pleasure?
“Fuck,” he groans, deep and throaty, his mouth doing things to me I would have only dreamt possible. “Do it again baby,” he grunts, biting me once more, this time tugging hard before he releases me. “Fuck, you make me so fucking hard, Stella.”
“Aaah, yes, fuck, yes.” I continue to ride his hand, panting and moaning as he brings me over the edge, his mouth trailing kisses all over my bare chest. I need more of him. I need to feel him inside me, stretching me, filling me, taking me without holding back. “We can’t be here,” I cry out, suddenly remembering the babies are sleeping not ten feet away from us.
He grins, bringing his gaze up to meet mine, and the lustful expression he gives me makes my knees weak. “You think their parents don’t fuck with them in the room, Stella? They’re probably used to the noise.”
“Shut up, Kai, don’t be an ass. I’m not their parents, I…” His lips come crashing down on mine, swallowing the last of my insult, his tongue moving, thrusting its way inside. Our kiss is erratic, mind-numbing, and everything I could have possibly wished it were.
He pulls his fingers out of me and forcefully tears my lace panties off, grips my ass, and lifts me so I wrap my legs around his waist to hold on. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck, and he continues to kiss me, only releasing my lips to continue his assault on my breasts, the zipper of his jeans pressing into my pussy making me almost come once again. He moves his hips in a grinding motion when a whimper leaves my mouth, knowing exactly how close I am to falling apart once more.
He brings his fingers, the ones that were inside me a moment ago, and sucks them into his mouth, moaning as he slides them back out. “Fuck Stella, why are you so fucking sweet?”
I kiss him again. This time I’m in control, pressing my pussy into him, rubbing against his jeans. My nails dig into his back as my tongue twirls with his. “Why are you doing this to me?” I murmur, releasing his lips. The heated look he’s giving me makes my insides melt, and suddenly I’m embarrassed by what we’re doing. I tuck my face into the crook of his neck, and he stops moving against me, placing a soft kiss on my bare shoulder.
The heat of his mouth sends a shiver through me, his hot breath making the hairs on my back stand in awareness of how fucking close we are. “It’s you that is doing things to me, Dollface.”
My heart aches at his statement, but I’m not stupid enough to believe this is going to turn out the way I want it to. Nothing has changed. He’s still not ready to admit his feelings, and I’m still getting married to Elijah.
But in the heat of the moment, I don’t want this moment to end. Even if we have to pretend, things are exactly like we wish they were. I’d rather have a false moment of happiness than a lifetime of heartache. “Lie to me, Kai,” I murmur against his neck, “A sweet little lie. Tell me I’m yours again, even if it isn’t true.”
I can’t get myself to look up at him. Instead, I bury my face deeper into his neck, while he lifts me, walking us toward the door of the adjoining guest bedroom.
Once in the room, he slams me back into the wall just as I hear the zipper of his jeans come undone. “Don’t you get it,” he mutters in between kisses trailing along my neck and shoulders.
Holding me up with one hand, he tugs his jeans down with the other, shifting me so my entrance is lined up with his throbbing erection. He pushes into me slowly, making the sensation that more erotic. “You always will be mine, Stella. Always.”
Although I don’t see him entering me until he’s so deep inside of me, I feel he’s going to tear me open with how big he is. Inch by inch, my pussy wraps around him, contracting as he continues rubbing my clit with his free hand. The sensation along with what he’s telling me is enough to bring me to the edge again in no time.
“Then take me, Kai, make me feel like no one else has ever made me feel. Even if it’s just for right now, even if tomorrow I’ll never see you again, and things will go back to the way they’ve always been, right here, right now, I need to be yours.”
“Fuck,” he growls into my mouth, claiming me as he pounds into me, my back slamming against the wall behind me. We’re being loud, probably a little too loud, and if it weren’t for the closed door between the twins’ bedroom and this one, I’m sure we’d have startled them awake. Everyone I imagine is still out on the beach, but if they were to come upstairs for any reason, they’d hear us. They’d hear me moaning his name, they’d hear the slamming of our skin as he eagerly brings me to climax.
“Oh god Kai, please. Yes, I need to come. Please make me come for you.” He needs no other plea and does exactly what I ask of him. My body trembles as my pussy tightens around him, just as he comes as hard as I do, unloading into me, and filling me with exactly what I need. It’s too much. The emotions I’m feeling are too real, too intense.
I can feel the tears surfacing and as much as I want to hold them in, to close my eyes and hide them from him, I’m too overwhelmed by the love I feel, by the pain, the sadness, the rage. All of these emotions come flooding all at once and I break down the only way I know how.
I’m trembling, sobbing, and holding on for dear life as my arms wrap around his neck and my tears drench the sleeves of his t-shirt. I bury my head in the crook of his neck, hiding my miserable expression, and he presses into me and tightens his hold on me, his throbbing erection still inside, ready to go once more. But I don’t have the energy, the strength to continue. I’m limp in his arms, but he doesn’t release me.
“One day, Stella,” he whispers against the top of my head as he kisses my forehead. But I can’t look at him, I refuse to. “I can’t say when. I can’t make any promises I might not keep, but one day we won’t have to pretend anymore.”
It’s at that moment I know he loves me. Even if he may not be ready to admit it to me or even to himself. He’s not ready to speak the words aloud, a truth so frightening he rather hide behind it and act like he’s indifferent, but I know the truth. He wants to be with me, wants things to be different between us, but the sad reality is, they’re not. They couldn’t be even if we wanted it.
