Chapter 18
The Greatest Risk
Kian
It was true. He did ache. All over. His entire body screamed for release. He wanted to throw Katelyn down on his bed, spread her legs open and taste her beautiful pussy. He wanted to suckle those beautiful breasts with the pink nipples, peaked so hard they were probably painful. He wanted to lick and taste every single inch of her skin.
Except he wasn’t going to do that. Yet. No, he had one single thread remaining on the frayed rope that held his self-control together. If he so much as tasted her, touched her anywhere, he was going to lose it. He needed to be inside of her in a way that made him frantic, half crazed, like a man possessed.
It scared the shit out of him, but it was also oddly freeing; as if by binding him to her, she’d done something to his burden weary, grief heavy soul. He’d tried to chase her away. It hadn’t worked. He’d opened himself up, confessed, albeit briefly, his darkest secrets, his greatest guilt and his rawest pain. And she was still there. She’d said she wasn’t trying to save him, but she already had and he knew it.
And that scared the hell out of him too. Being with her, opening himself up again, it was the greatest risk he ever could have taken.
It’s a risk I can’t not take. She’s been with me from the first time I opened my eyes and saw her face. I knew that she was made to be mine. My angel. My redemption. My second chance.
“Then do it. Put your cock inside of me. I want to feel you. I need you to fill me.”
Her words, whispered in a heady, husky breath, slayed him. He moved fast, every single muscle in his body begging for relief from the agony that held them captive. He turned Katelyn so she was facing the bed. He guided her gently, swiftly, bending her from the waist. She obeyed neatly, putting her palms face down on the bed.
He groaned at the sight of her beautiful, round ass. Her pussy glistened, swollen and pink and so very ready for him.
He didn’t go slowly or gently. Neither of them needed that. It wasn’t what either of them wanted. She cried out as he entered her, sliding in easily because they were both soaking wet. Katelyn whimpered and from behind her, he watched her hands turn into tiny little fists, gripping the white duvet on his bed.
He pulled out slowly, waited, torturing her, torturing them both. Katelyn’s mewling plea of disappointment nearly set him off. She wriggled her hips, pleading with him, begging for him to fill her. When he did they both groaned. She writhed against him, her inner muscles gripping him tight with every long stroke. He pulsed inside of her, teasing her gently, but also giving himself a chance to breathe, to compose himself, to wait for her.
Katelyn was all hot, wild need, a pillar of fire in his arms. She writhed against him, taking her own pleasure, creating her own rhythm. He gave her everything she wanted, thrusting in time to her grinding. When he couldn’t take it anymore, her delicious movements, her glorious slick tightness, the sight of him sinking into her body over and over again, he reached around and applied the sweetest pressure to her clit.
As he knew she would, she came in a panting, liquid rush. Her inner muscles gripped his cock tight as she shook and trembled in his arms. She didn’t make a sound, didn’t gasp for air or cry out. It was all the more erotic for the way he felt her come. He held fast to her hips, her trembles shaking into his fingers, vibrating up his arms.
It only took one more thrust and he was finished. He longed to bury himself inside of her, to come in hot bursts, to fill her up, but he didn’t dare. He was playing with fire as it was, and he assumed, that because she let him, she must know it was safe. She must be on some form of contraceptive, but he wasn’t taking chances.
He pulled out, though it nearly killed him. He shuddered hard, soundlessly also, as he came on her back and her hips. His cock kicked hard and violent tremors shook him.
When it was over, he grabbed his underwear, not the sexiest thing he’d ever done, and cleaned himself off of her. She waited, patiently, not at all shy over what they’d just done- in broad daylight.
When Katelyn turned, her eyes silently begged him, beckoned him. She wanted him to hold her. She wanted him in his bed, with her, their limbs tangled once more, sweetly, his warms wrapped around her, their souls becoming one.
He couldn’t have done it even a few weeks ago. He’d turned her away because he feared that intimacy most of all.
It shocked both of them when he moved over the head of the bed and slowly peeled back the blankets and sheets. Katelyn’s gaze met his. Her eyes held all the warm sweetness in the world, a look that reached right down into him and gripped his soul. That look, the emotion in her eyes, the tender warmth that held so much feeling, it was all he needed. It was all he’d been trying to find for years, everything he feared, everything that had the power to change his life and who he was.
He should have ran, should have pushed her away, should have crawled back into his shell of safety and protection, but he didn’t. Instead he crawled into that bed and welcomed her into his arms, into his soul, into a heart so withered it almost wasn’t there at all. By some miracle, she’d brought him back, changed him, loved him even, in that small, far too early, far too soon, way. Yes, he should have ran, but he didn’t.