CHAPTER 22
After the formalities were over, they walked back through the woods to the hotel, just the two of them, snatching quick, feverish kisses in the shadows between the trees.
When they were a few steps away from the hotel, Kian swept Cate up off her feet.
“What are you doing?” she laughed. “Put me down.”
“I’m carrying you across the threshold. It’s tradition.”
He carried her across the marble lobby to the bank of elevators. As they passed by the front desk, the receptionist smiled and offered them her congratulations.
When they got in the lift, another man followed them inside. When Cate turned around, she realised it was Hollywood heartthrob, George Montoya. “Just got married?” he asked Cate in the same, sexy voice as his coffee adverts.
She could only nod. Her life had taken a very surreal turn. Her sister, Remy was obsessed with George Montoya. He was her one and only free pass from her husband, Vincenzo.
The lift stopped at the next floor and George stepped out. “You’re a very lucky man,” he winked at Kian.
The lift kept going up, past their floor to the very top. “Did you push the button?” she asked, watching the numbers above their head get higher and higher.
Kian grinned, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
The lift doors opened on to a foyer with a black and white tiled floor. The walls were crisp white and in the centre was a black lacquer table with a huge black vase of blood-red roses, their blooms as big as fists. On the table, in front of the vase was a white envelope with “Mr and Mrs Warner” printed in black ink.
Cate picked up the envelope, which felt heavy and opened it. Inside was an old-fashioned gold key.
At the far end of the foyer was a set of imposing black doors, which stretched from floor to ceiling.
She turned the key in the lock and the doors swung open, revealing the most lavish hotel suite she had ever seen.
Cate turned to Kian. “Are we supposed to be in here?” she whispered, looking around anxiously. The envelope had their names written on it but it must have been a mistake.
Kian grinned. “It’s the Honeymoon Suite. I’ve booked it for the rest of our stay.”
The reception room was huge; the walls again were crisp white and covered with a series of black and white photographs. There was a working fireplace, surrounded by charcoal-grey sofas piled with cushions. The main features of the room were the windows which stretched from floor to ceiling and covered the full length of the room. Beyond them, Cate could see a large stone terrace. Kian put her down on the floor and she walked slowly around the room, taking everything in.
As she looked more closely at the photos, she realised that they were of a couple about to make love. The first photo was of a man and woman kissing open-mouthed, it was taken from the waist up and they were both bare. Their chests were pressed together. The man had his hand on the small of the woman’s back while she grasped fistfuls of his dark hair.
The second photo was just a woman’s torso, arching towards the camera. Her throat was exposed as if she’d thrown her head back. A man’s hands were cupping her breasts, concealing her nipples. The definition was so high that she could see the tiny blonde hairs on the woman’s skin standing on edge.
The third photo was of a man’s back. It was tightly-muscled. A woman’s fingernails were dragging up his skin. Again, the definition was so high, she could see the gloss of the woman’s fingernails and the scratches left behind on the man’s skin. At the bottom of the photo, the woman’s slender thigh was wrapped around his waist, casting a shadow over his clenched buttocks.
Feeling hot and bothered by the photos, Cate slid open the glass doors and stepped out on to the terrace. There was a fully-stocked bar, a fire pit and a sun-lounger the size of a double bed. When she got to what she thought was the end, she realised that the terrace continued to wrap around the building. She could see the lights of the Strip, majestic against the darkening sky. On the other side of the building, there was an outdoor shower and a huge hot-tub.
Cate looked at it, wondering if she would dare to go in it. She’d never been in a hot-tub before.
“Do you like it?” Kian asked, coming up behind her. He slid his hands down her arms until their hands fitted together.
“It’s stunning,” Cate replied, leaning back against him.
“Come inside,” Kian smiled, kissing the back of her neck. “Let me show you the rest.”
He led her back inside through the huge bathroom to a staircase she hadn’t seen before. When they got to the top of the stairs, Cate had to stop – it took her breath away. The bedroom was surrounded on all four sides by floor to ceiling glass windows with views of the mountains, the forest-like grounds and the bright lights of the Strip. It felt as though they were up in the clouds.
In the centre of the room was a huge four-poster bed in dark, almost black wood. The posts were thick and glossy, carved in long sensuous lines. There was a white canopy and long, white drapes floated down on all four sides. The centre of the bed was covered in thousands of blood-red rose petals, filling the air with their heady fragrance.
Cate walked slowly around the bed, fluttering her fingers through the dense carpet of silky petals. The glass doors at the end of the building were open and the white drapes danced seductively against her, brushing up against her bare legs. She stumbled and gripped on to one of the bed posts. It felt like a thousand hands were caressing her. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
When she looked up, Kian was watching her. He was leaning on the banister, his arms folded across his chest. She could see the outline of his taut, muscular chest through his white shirt. He locked eyes with Cate and her breath hitched, his eyes were dark and dangerous. She felt a burst of butterflies inside her stomach.
She looked down at her wedding dress, the ring glittering on her finger and she felt a heavy weight settle on her chest. She couldn’t do this.
Cate hitched up her skirt, brushed past Kian and quickly ran down the stairs to the bathroom. She climbed into the huge bathtub, pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them.
She couldn’t hear anything apart from her heart beating furiously out of her chest.
She couldn’t stop thinking about those photos on the wall; except that it wasn’t an anonymous couple in those poses, it was her and Kian. She pictured herself stood in front of him naked and exposed, opening herself up to his judgment. Would he be disappointed with her small breasts?
A little while later, Kian knocked on the bathroom door. “Cate, are you okay?”
When she didn’t answer, he tried the handle and found it wasn’t locked. “I’m coming in.”
“What is it?” Kian asked quickly when he found her sat in the bathtub. “Is something wrong? Is it the baby?”
Cate shook her head. “Then what is it?” Kian asked softly. He knelt down at the side of the bath.
“I’m afraid,” Cate said so quietly he could barely hear her.
“Afraid?” Kian asked. “Of what?”
Cate couldn’t look at him. “You.”
Kian’s face darkened. “Me?”
Cate tried to explain, “it’s our wedding night.” She twirled her wedding ring around her finger. “You’ll expect things from me.”
“Is this about the night of Dad’s funeral, when we, when I…” Kian looked down at the bathroom floor. “I hurt you that night, didn’t I?”
Cate realised what he was trying to say. “No,” she said firmly. “Please Kian, please look at me. I wanted you that night.”
“Don’t lie to me. I heard you crying on the other side of the door.”
She grabbed his face in her hands and made him look at her. “I wasn’t crying because of what we’d done. I was crying because of the way you’d looked at me afterwards.”
“The way I…” Kian gritted his teeth. “Cate, I thought I’d violated you.”
“Stop saying that,” Cate felt tears well up in her eyes. “You didn’t violate me. I wanted to have sex with you that night. All that day, I’d watched you try to be strong for everybody else and you were so sad, I wanted to take some of that away from you. I wanted you to forget what had happened even if it was just for a little bit.”
“When I saw that stain on the bed sheet and then I heard you crying. I hated myself for what I’d done to you. I took your virginity like it was nothing.”
“You didn’t take anything from me. I gave it to you willingly.”
Cate kissed his lips but he could taste the salt of her tears. “Please,” she said, “please believe me Kian.”
“I wanted your first time to be perfect,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.
“That’s a lot of pressure,” Cate said softly. “I didn’t care about my first time being perfect; I just wanted it to be with you.”
They sat like that for a while, just holding each other. “Come on,” Kian said, lifting her out of the bathtub. “Let’s get changed.”
Kian led her into the dressing room, which had empty racks and shelves on both sides. Continuing the theme from the other rooms, the carpet was jet-black while the walls and furniture were white. At the far end of the room was an antique dressing table with a large mirror and in the centre of the room was a blood-red chaise longue.
Their suitcases were stood on either side of the chaise longue. “I asked them to move our things during the ceremony.”
Cate unzipped her suitcase and there on the top were the red, glittery pasties Lauren had bought her as a joke.
“Oh,” Cate laughed.
“What’s up?” Kian said. He’d kicked off his shoes and socks and removed his tie.
Cate’s tummy squirmed at the sight of him barefoot; he was just so freaking sexy. She almost couldn’t believe that he was her husband.
Cate handed the glittery pasties to him and when he realised what they were, Kian raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Cate blushed. “You’d have to get me very, very drunk to wear those.”
Kian laughed, “We’ll have to save them until after the baby’s born then.”
While Cate went back to rummaging through her suitcase, she heard Kian walk into the bathroom.
“What do you think?”
When she looked up, Kian had unbuttoned his shirt. Her eyes caught on that v, which disappeared inside his trousers. “Mm,” she had this sudden, desperate urge to lick him. With her cheeks flaming, she forced her eyes to continue upwards, over his washboard stomach. She could picture herself tracing those muscles with her tongue. No, she shook her head, trying to focus. He’d asked her a question. What was it? She forced her eyes upwards again to his taut pectorals and… the red, glittery pasties covering his nipples.
Cate couldn’t stop giggling. Kian did a little shimmy for her and the tassels bounced and swirled. “I can’t believe…” She clutched her chest, which hurt from laughing so much. “I can’t believe you’re wearing pasties.”
She grabbed her camera from the side of her suitcase. “Please let me take a photo.”
“As long as you don’t tweet it,” Kian grinned. He did various bodybuilder poses while Cate snapped away.
“Ooh,” Cate scrolled back through the photos she’d just taken. “This one’s going to be my new wallpaper.” She showed it to Kian, who smiled. “Yeah, yeah,” he kissed her forehead. “You just want to stare at my chest all day.”
Cate followed Kian into the bathroom, where he removed the glittery pasties from his nipples.
“Shit,” he winced, “that hurts like a bitch.”
He quickly removed the other one and dropped them both at the side of the sink.
Cate couldn’t resist. “Do you want me to kiss them better?”
She pressed her lips to his nipple, tasting it with the tip of her tongue.
His skin was so warm; she trailed her lips across to his other nipple. She felt his muscles tense underneath her lips, his breathing grew shallower and his fingers tightened on her shoulders.
“Cate,” Kian warned.
Cate wrapped her lips around his nipple and sucked gently. Kian let out a low growl.
“Better?” Cate grinned, looking up at him.
“Hm,” Kian frowned, running his fingers raggedly through his hair.
Cate looked down and she could see the hard ridge of his erection straining against the front of his trousers.
He seemed so big; Cate gulped and quickly turned back to the mirror. She tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs.
Her hands trembled as she began to carefully remove the pins Lauren had fixed her hair with earlier. “Ouch,” she whimpered as one of the pins stuck in her finger. She dropped it on the marble counter and sucked on her finger; she could taste the metallic tang of blood.
“Let me do it,” Kian said. He came and stood behind her, she could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. The throbbing between her legs intensified and she squeezed her thighs tightly together to try and relieve it.
Kian gently removed each of the remaining pins.
Afterwards, he ran his fingers through her hair in long, slow strokes, checking for any stray pins. It felt as though he was touching her somewhere far more intimate. Cate felt herself leaning into his hands.
“Cate?” She looked up at him through the mirror; his eyes were dark and fiery, burning her to the core.
“I want to,” she said softly.
“You want to what?” Kian raised an eyebrow.
Cate blushed. “Please don’t make me say it.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you to…” Cate couldn’t say the words.
“Yes?”
“I want you to make love to me.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
Kian brushed her hair to one side and gently kissed her neck. “I thought you didn’t want to?” he teased.
“I do.”
Kian reached for the zip at the back of her wedding dress. Cate started a little as his fingers grazed her bare skin. She felt her nipples stiffen inside her bra.
He was agonisingly slow in unzipping her dress. It slithered down her shoulders, over her waist and down her slender legs like the fabric was caressing her skin.
Cate was suddenly overcome with embarrassment; to be standing there in front of Kian in just the skimpy lingerie Lauren had insisted she buy.
Kian slid his hands from the small of her back to her hips and pulled her backwards so her body was pressed against his. She could feel the taut muscles of his chest. He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
“Look,” he instructed. He ran a single finger slowly, so slowly down the centre of her body from her throat to her navel.
“Look at your tits,” he said, drawing her attention to them. Even through the fabric of her bra, she could see how full they were; her nipples stood out like bullets. He kissed down her neck and along her shoulder; sliding her bra strap along and down her arm so it hung loosely by her elbow. Then he turned his attention to the other side and did the same. The cups of her bra were only just covering her nipples.
His hands drifted down her back, leaving a trail of goose bumps, to her bra strap.
“So beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back.
Immediately her hands sprung up to cover her breasts. Kian expertly unclasped her bra so that the only things holding the cups in place were her hands. He put his hands over hers and tried to prise away her fingers.
“Please don’t compare me,” Cate pleaded with him. “You’ll find me wanting.”
“You’ve got to trust me,” Kian said, stroking her fingers.
“I won’t be as beautiful as the other girls you’ve been with.”
“That’s true,” Kian said. “You’re a thousand times more beautiful than any of them. Please Cate, let me look at you.”
She allowed him to remove her hands and her bra dropped to the floor.
“My God, you’re gorgeous,” Kian gasped.
Kian traced her soft flesh with his fingers, making her skin come alive with goose bumps. Cate reached up and speared her fingers through his hair. She felt his stubble rasp deliciously against her neck. Although he’d touched them once before, he’d never seen Cate’s bare breasts before tonight. They were high and firm, her dusky-pink nipples contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. As she shifted restlessly against him, he brushed his thumbs over her peaked nipples.
Cate whimpered, tightening her grip on his hair. “Fuck,” Kian gritted his teeth, “when you make noises like that…”
He picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He opened the drapes surrounding the bed, pulled back the covers and laid her down in the centre of the mattress, her jet-black hair fanning out around her.
“Hold on to the pillow,” he commanded, straddling her.
Cate reached up and gripped the pillow beneath her head.
Kian leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She felt his large hands move from her waist. He palmed her breasts, trapping her aching nipples between his fingers. She arched her back, pressing them more firmly against his hands. She felt him smile against her lips and then he took control, sliding his tongue deep inside her mouth. He licked her tongue in long, delicious strokes which she felt right down in her belly.
Kian opened her legs with his knee and cradled his hard erection between her thighs.
He rolled his hips, pressing his erection against her core and Cate threw her head back. She felt feverish; burning hot but she couldn’t stop shivering, her nipples were hard and tingly, her belly was tight and she could feel a pool of wet heat between her legs.
Kian kissed down her exposed throat and licked the dip of her collarbone, savouring the taste of her skin. He could feel her gently trembling underneath him.
His mouth trailed down her sternum to her breasts. He slid a hand down her back and cupped her bottom.
With his free hand, Kian teased her nipple, tugging it between his thumb and forefinger. He could feel her frustration but he continued slowly rolling his hips against her, stroking her core.
He circled the puckered skin around her nipple with his tongue.
“Please,” Cate cried.
Kian slid his hand inside her panties and caressed her bottom. He took her nipple between his lips and sucked. It was everything she wanted and not enough. Cate squirmed beneath him. He pressed the palm of his hand against her bottom and held her firm against his erection. He could feel how hot she was, even through her panties and his trousers. While his tongue continued torturing her nipples, Kian rocked the hard ridge of his erection between her legs, dragging her to the brink of climax.
“Come for me,” Kian ordered.
“I’ve never… oh!” Cate broke apart for him. Kian watched in awe as his new wife had her 1st orgasm.
With Cate still trembling underneath him, Kian slid down her body. He kissed a trail down her stomach, dipping his tongue in her navel and then pressed his face against her panties. They were white lace and tied with black silk ribbons at the sides. The earthy musk of her arousal intoxicated him. He could see a strip of dark hair through the sheer fabric and fuck; it made his cock strain even harder against his zipper.
He quickly untied the ribbons and removed her panties. He pressed a chaste kiss at the top of her cleft and then opened her thighs. Holding her open with his shoulders, he parted her lips with his fingers and looked down at her glossy, pink sex.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath teasing her skin.
He lifted up her bottom and flattened his tongue, licking her slowly from her anus, over her perineum and up to her clit and then back again. He was completely intoxicated by her, the way she looked, smelled, tasted. He buried his face deep inside her, circling her throbbing clit with his nose. Kian circled her entrance with his tongue and then slowly slid it inside her. Cate dug her heels deep into the mattress, her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. She clenched around him and he pulled out, licking back up to her clit. He circled her clit again and then dove back down to her entrance, fucking her with his tongue.
Cate broke apart for him again. “Want you,” she moaned, barely coherent.
Kian looked up at her greedily, “one more.”
“I can’t…” Cate’s voice trailed off as he pressed a finger inside her. Her walls were still ripping from the 2nd climax.
“Angel, you’re so tight,” Kian said delightedly.
He kissed the top of her cleft and then slid his mouth down. He kissed her swollen, pink clit. Cate writhed underneath him, her bare bottom grinding down into the mattress. Kian sucked her clit, tasting the bundle of slippery, tender tissues between his lips.
Awash with sensation, Cate reached down and gripped his hair. “Please,” she murmured.
“Hold on to the pillow,” Kian demanded.
He was relentless; she could feel her muscles tightening as another climax started. He crooked his finger inside her and she broke apart again, shattering into a million tiny pieces.
Cate watched as Kian knelt up and quickly shucked off his shirt, trousers and boxer shorts. His cock stood thick and hard against his stomach.
He took a foil packet from the back pocket of his trousers and tore it open.
“Don’t,” Cate put her hand on his, stilling him.
“I’m clean,” Kian murmured. “I’ve always worn condoms, except for that night.”
Cate prised the packet out of his fingers and tossed it to the floor. “I want to feel you,” she whispered.
“Are you sure, angel?” Kian asked, stretching over her, his cock nestled between her slender thighs.
“Yes,” Cate nodded. “I trust you.”
Kian removed her hands from the pillow and held them in his own, locking their fingers together, he kissed each of her knuckles. “You’re fucking amazing,” he said softly.
Cate lifted up her hips and he slowly eased himself inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing the soles of her feet against his strong, muscular thighs. He stilled, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her. Cate felt so full.
“Are you OK?” Kian asked, cradling her face in his hand. He kissed her gently. “You’re so tight.”
“Mm,” Cate nodded. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue.
Their eyes locked together as he gently began to move against her. Cate savoured the chance to touch him, stroking her fingers through his silky, jet-black hair. She ran her hands over his strong shoulders and down the taut, rippling muscles of his back. She pressed her aching nipples against the hard planes of his chest.
She kissed his neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Kian groaned, she could feel the rumble against her lips.
His eyes darkened and he drove her deeper into the mattress. “I want you with me,” he murmured.
He slid a hand between them and stroked her clit, matching the rhythm of his cock inside her.
He tangled his other hand in her hair, tilting her head back so he could kiss her more deeply. Their tongues fought and tangled together. Cate swallowed his groans, feeling them flow through her body.
“Cate,” she loved the way he said her name, as if she was as important to him as breathing. Cate felt completely consumed by him. He was so deep inside her, with each thrust his heavy sac slapped against her bottom.
She felt the final climax tear through her and buried her face in his strong shoulder. Kian stilled, his body fused with hers and she felt him release in her very depths.
Afterwards, Kian pulled out and Cate fell back on the fluffy pillow, looking up at the white canopy above the bed. She felt weightless as though she was floating happily above the mattress, her whole body tingled.
Kian pulled the covers up over them and turned on his side to face Cate. When she turned to look at him, he was grinning.
Cate raised an eyebrow.
Kian leaned over and pressed his lips against her damp forehead. “You, Mrs Warner, are fucking incredible.”
He pulled her into his arms; she rested her head on his taut, muscled chest and basked in the warm glow of his words.
Kian wrapped his arm around his new wife and felt her slowly drift off to sleep. His hand drifted down to her stomach and he pressed the palm of his hand gently against her skin.