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What if Kai could admit that he loves me, that he wants me to be his?
Nothing would change. I’d still be forced to marry someone else. He’d still be forced to watch me live my life with a man who isn’t him. Maybe one day in the far-off future, in a world where Stephan Silver doesn’t exist, then we’d be together.
Right now, while I’m in his arms, while he’s inside of me, once again moving, I know I’d give anything to be in that world. “I’ll be waiting,” I murmur, lifting my head and meeting his broken, sorrowful gaze, “Even if that day never comes.”
His lips consume me once more, and there is nothing or no one that can ruin this moment for me. He moves faster, harder, without holding back and it’s euphoric to think he’s like this, hard, ready, aroused because of me. The thought of having that much control over him is a power trip I didn't know I needed, and once again I’m there, ready for him. I can feel my arousal coating him. I can feel it slipping out of me as he continues to thrust relentlessly into me. His stamina apparently rivals mine and I start grinding against him. In no time at all, I’m there, just as he brings his fingers to my clit, giving me the extra push I need to come for him.
This time my release is brutal, and it takes everything in me to ride it out to the end before collapsing on him. I can barely keep my eyes open, exhausted but so deeply satisfied. I’m sated by his need to devour me, intoxicated by him in every way.
Slowly and without speaking, he tucks himself back in and carries me down the hall and toward the bedroom I keep here. My ass and back are bare, my dress still hiked up and tangled around my waist, but I don’t care. If someone were to walk in, they’d know exactly what was happening, but I don’t care.
I hold on to him until we’re at the edge of my bed and he lowers me, removing my dress completely before leaving me and walking over to my closet. I lay there, barely awake, my eyes closed, my mind fading off into dreamland. However, this time, reality is much better than any dream I could have concocted. This time, I don’t want to close my eyes and fade away. But I can’t help it. I’m exhausted, terrified, and so fucking happy.
I hear him close the door of the closet, but then he disappears again into the bathroom next door. I hear the water running in the bathroom and I really hope he’s not thinking of running me a bath or turning on the shower because I do not have any energy for that.
I lay on my bed for what seems like hours before he reappears with a wet towel in his hand. Without speaking, the silence making me overly aware of my naked body, he brings the towel in between my legs and begins wiping our arousal off me. The towel is warm, and feels so good against my sensitive, raw flesh.
“If I knew you could handle it, I’d be doing things with my tongue, but baby, you’re so drained I’ll let you rest.”
I can’t help the giggle that leaves me. “Only you do this to me, Kai, only you make me feel this way.” He continues cleaning me, following the trail his lips and tongue took until he reaches my lips. My eyes are closed, and the sensation is almost too much to handle.
“Because you belong to only me. Don’t you forget it, Stella.”
I smile wide, an ear to ear, teeth baring grin at his words. “I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. Trust me, I’ve tried,” I joke, but as I open my eyes to meet his gaze, there is no glimpse of humor in his expression.
“Did you like your gift?” he asks, and I look up at him, dazed and confused. “Your birthday gift.”
I remember the small, yellow velvet box he threw at me on his way out of my room that day, but I never opened it. I was too scared to find out what it was and, frankly, too weak. All I remember is storing it in my dresser, but until now, I’d completely forgotten about it.
I shake my head softly and his expression darkens. “Don’t, not until you're ready to admit this complete farce you’ve concocted with Proph, with Elijah, will not last.” He stands, covering me with a knitted throw neatly folded on the edge of my bed. “Call me when you’re ready to accept that, Dollface.”
