Page 24 of A Kingpin’s Weakness

That was all he needed. He started with slow kisses.

My lips. My collarbone. My stomach. My thighs.

My body was on fire before he even reached my panties.

When he finally got there, he kissed me through the lace, then grabbed my thong with his teeth and pulled it down with one bite.

I gasped, my hips arching off the bed. When his tongue met my lady, I damn near forgot how to breathe.

He opened me wide, licking and sucking with this hunger I’d never felt before.

His mouth moved with purpose like he was on a mission to memorize every inch of me.

My hands clutched the sheets, my moans echoing off the walls, and I could hear him slurping me up like he wasn’t leaving a single drop behind.

I couldn’t stop shaking. Not from fear, not from cold, but from him.

From the way Seth was touching me like I was something sacred something fragile, but his.

The deeper he went, the more I felt like he wasn’t just tasting my body, he was learning me.

Claiming me. And God help me, I let him.

My thighs were trembling around his face, my hands gripping the headboard like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.

Seth's tongue was relentless, skilled, hungry. He didn’t just kiss me down there, he worshiped me.

And in that moment, I wasn’t Stormi with the broken past, the messed-up family, the pain I never talked about…

I was his. He made me feel like more than a body. He made me feel wanted.

My climax hit like a wave crashing over me, so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs. I cried out, my voice trembling from more than just pleasure. It was release, relief, and fear tangled together.

But Seth didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause.

He kept feasting on me like he needed my pleasure to survive.

The sounds his tongue, his breathing, the wetness it was all so raw.

So real. And when I felt his hands grip my waist and lift me up like I weighed nothing, I almost panicked. Because I knew what was coming.

He laid down, flat on the bed, and guided me onto his face like he’d been waiting to be smothered by me.

And baby, I gave him everything. I rode his tongue with every emotion I had bottled up inside me.

The anger at Ronnie, the fear of losing Seth, the sadness I never let myself feel when life got heavy…

all of it poured out of me as my hips moved on their own chasing release like it would fix something in me.

His hands roamed my body, finding every soft part of me every scar every secret spot that made me come undone.

And when I exploded again, loud, and shaking, I collapsed into him.

He held me still, gently this time like I’d break if he let go too soon, and maybe I would’ve.

When he finally pulled me off him, laying me down with that same careful strength he always used, my chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with breathlessness.

I looked at his face, glistening, and felt like I was seeing him for the first time all over again.

And it hit me I’d never been this vulnerable with anyone before and I didn’t know what scared me more how good it felt to be seen or the fact that he was about to walk away

The silence in the room hit me harder than the door closing behind him. Seth was gone. And I was still lying here tasting him on my lips, my skin still buzzing from his touch, but my heart… It was drowning.

I stared at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, trying to hold it together but the second I blinked, the tears started to fall.

Not the quiet kind either. Not the soft kind you wipe away quick before anybody sees.

These were the kind that come from deep down where pain lives.

The kind you feel in your chest, in your gut, in your soul.

Because I finally had someone who saw me. Protected me.

Chose me. And now he was walking into something that might mean I never see him again. And I hated that feeling. That helplessness.

I’ve been through shit in my life. I watched my mama break herself for men who didn’t stay. Watched Noah run into the streets ‘cause he thought loyalty lived there. Watched myself shrink just to survive.

So love. Love wasn’t something I ever trusted.

But here Seth was, making me believe it could be real.

That it could feel like safety instead of suffocation.

That it could taste like freedom instead of fear.

And I hated how badly I needed him to come back.

Not because I was weak, but because I’d finally tasted something real And I wasn’t ready to lose it.

I buried my face in his pillow. Inhaling him. That smell that cologne mixed with the hint of gunpowder and skin. I held onto it like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

My body felt used, but not in a bad way.

I felt opened. Like he didn’t just taste me he studied me.

He read every inch of my body like it told him secrets.

And maybe it did. He had me. All of me. And that’s what scared me the most. Because giving yourself to someone like Seth didn’t come with guarantees.

It came with silence… With missed calls. With blood on hands and enemies in the shadows. Loving a man like him meant praying before every goodbye and wondering if the last kiss really was the last kiss.

My fingers ran across my lips, remembering the way he looked at me when he said, “Tell me you’re mine.” God, I was already his. I didn’t need to say it. My body screamed it. My heart whispered it when I wasn't brave enough to speak.

But what scared me most? I knew he was mine, too.

And if something happened to him… If Ronnie got the upper hand…

If Seth didn’t come back… I didn’t know what would be left of me.

Not just my heart. But my peace because somewhere in all of this chaos, he had become my calm.

And now I was sitting in his bed, wrapped in his sheets, wearing the ghost of his hands like a second skin and all I could do was wait.