Chapter 17
The Light
Katelyn
The first time they’d had each other, it hadn’t been slow. It had been wild and driven, heated. It had been dark. It wasn’t dark this time. It was the middle of the afternoon and there they stood, again in Kian’s bedroom, their clothes in a tangled pile on the floor, the soft light seeping through the blinds playing over her pale skin, illuminating the black ink on his.
She couldn’t remember a time she’d ever been so bold. She wanted him to look at her. To see her. To explore her and leave her trembling and untouched. She wanted him to taste her, to drive her into madness. Almost as badly as she wanted to do it to him.
The golden glow in the room glinted off the fine web of lines at the corners of Kian’s eyes and lips. They could have been put there, those tiny etched crevices, by smiling or laughter, but she knew they weren’t. They were etched there by grief, by being forced to walk the hardest road of all, a road in which your child went before you. A road in which you don’t get to grow old with your partner, a road in which all that should have been yours has been savagely ripped away.
He met her gaze and his eyes filled with sudden understanding. She felt odd, standing there unclothed, having such dark thoughts. “It might not be the best time to tell you this,” he said in a voice that could have been called tender. “But I’m tired of being alone. So very tired of the emptiness of this house, of my life, of my heart.”
“Kian, I…” I what? How was she supposed to finish that statement? I want to be there for you? I want to be your everything? It’s not natural to feel this way after so short a time, but I do. Like we were made for each other despite everything. “I want you just as you are,” she finally whispered. It could have been pathetic, that statement, but she could tell from the glow in his black eyes that he was moved.
“I want you… I want to teach you how incredible you are. I want to show you… how much is possible.”
She blushed violently. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” Her attempt at a joke fell awkwardly flat until Kian cleared his throat.
“You’re the only one I’ve been with… since it happened. The accident. You’re the only woman I have ever wanted. I tried so hard to keep you away. To keep you from touching me, seeing me, who I really am, and now… you’re here. You’re here- with me.” He had to force the last words out.
Katelyn felt perilously close to tears. She wanted to weep for his pain and her pain and the redemption she found in his arms. In how much they both needed each other and how it had come so close to not happening. How it might not happen still. No, she wouldn’t let him push her away this time. This time, she was here, as he said.
She’d imagined, that the second time they did this, if there ever was another time, they would explore each other in slow, erotic, sensual exploration. They would touch and lick, kiss and caress. She imagined, like a fool, that the fires of their first encounter would have dimmed and somehow they could be slower, sweeter.
How wrong she was. They both stepped forward at the same time, wild heat springing to life between them. Sparks flared and flames shot off as though they were gasoline and oxygen, feeding the passionate flames that blossomed in their souls.
Kian’s hands encircled her waist. He gently pushed her towards his bed and she went without complaint. She loved the heat of his skin, the press of his muscular chest against the tips of her breasts, the way his cock brushed her thigh, her stomach, pressing into her as he did. Most of all she loved the spice of his natural scent, the heady male scent that was a mixture of so many natural and emotional components.
They reached the bed and Kian bent his head. His lips were just a fraction from hers. So close, so very close. His hand fell away from her waist and stroked lower, running the length of her thigh in a gloriously sensual caress. Her breath hitched as a flood of feeling swept over her.
She curled her own hand around one of his massive biceps. The skin was sleek, so soft over that rock hard muscle below. Katelyn stared at the black swirls for a second, appreciating them in the full light of the room before Kian’s lips crashed over hers and her eyes slammed shut.
The half moan, half whimper that escaped her lips was captured by the force of Kian’s kiss. He sipped at her mouth, licked at her lips, bit her bottom lip gently until she parted for him, gave him everything.
His hand, his amazing hand, which had been temporarily forgotten in the searing heat of his mouth, trailed up her thigh and didn’t stop until he found her core, soaking wet, aching, pulsing for his touch. Her hips ground into his hand while his thumb and index finger worked her. He stayed away from her clit, skimming over it in a way that drove her out of her skin with frustration. When he found her entrance and one finger, slick with her own juices, slid inside, she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking wildly, from grinding into him. She loved the way he filled her, the way he moved his finger back and forth while he caressed the rest of her, skimming over her clit over and over.
Kian broke away and rasped, almost painfully, in her ear. “Is this enough for you or do you want my cock?”
The way he said it sounded filthy, dirty in a way that made her whole body pulse with anticipation. “Yes,” she forced out, amazed she could get even one coherent word together. His finger moved inside of her again, stealing her ability to concentrate.
“Good, because I want to be inside of you so badly it aches.”