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Chapter twenty-three

Isabelle

Wordlessly, Kai lifts me up to sit on the counter. Stepping in between my legs, he cradles my face in his hands. “Good. I don’t want you to leave either.”

The added implication behind that phrase is clear in his voice, and it echoes the quiet thought in my head.

I thread my arms around his neck, tugging him closer. “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, laying his lips on mine in a possessive, consuming kiss. My eyes close and I give myself over to the sensations. I can lose myself in his embrace. It’s safe to let go.

Hands go to the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms without being asked.

Slowly, he peels it off, dipping his head to press kisses to every bit of skin that is bared.

When he returns to my face, he takes his time, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, my forehead before finally covering my lips again with a barely restrained groan.

I return the favour, but much less seductively, fumbling with his shirt, desperate to have him naked.

I can feel his lips turning up against mine as he takes over, stripping his shirt off, and then pushing his shorts down, leaving him in just his underwear.

His hands land on either side of me as he pushes me backward with his kiss, so firmly I have to lean back on my elbows.

Lips trail back down my neck and chest, pausing to tease my breasts before continuing south. His tongue circles my belly button, making me squirm. He makes quick work of removing my pants, with me being oh so helpful and lifting my hips so he can strip me bare.

“That’s better,” he rumbles against the skin of my inner thigh.

His hands start squeezing, massaging my legs.

When he travels up over my hips, something dark and uncomfortable twists inside of me.

I feel stripped bare in more ways than one.

It might not be our first time together since reuniting, but there’s more meaning to it this time, no matter how much we might want to deny that.

I start to cover my stomach in an unconscious move I don’t realize I’m making until his hands wrap around my wrists.

“Stop.”

My gaze flies to meet his at the commanding tone.

“Don’t ever cover yourself around me, baby.

Please. There’s not a single thing about you that I don’t find beautiful.

Don’t you know how sexy you are? Goddamn, woman.

These legs. Your ass. Your tits. Your curves.

You’re fucking perfect.” He leans in, gently pulling my hands away, before reverently kissing the very stomach rolls I was trying to hide.

“And this. This luscious part of you. This is all woman, all sexy softness. I fucking crave this softness.”

“Kai,” I murmur, my eyes feeling damp. This time when his hands slide all over my stomach, every roll and fold, I let him.

There’s nothing in his words, or his actions, that makes me doubt him.

And that dark, twisty piece of me that wants to hide from the emotions he’s bringing out fades away under his attention.

He resumes kissing my body, dropping onto his knees like a supplicant worshipping at a goddess’s feet. A perfect description of how I feel. Worshipped.

Even knowing what his intentions are, I’m still caught off guard when his tongue makes its first pass over my sex.

I gasp, arching my back. My hands scramble to find a grip, but the counter is too smooth, so all I can do is clench my fists and hope my arms hold me up under the onslaught of pleasure.

Kai doesn’t let up, his tongue swirling and dipping in and out of me. I can feel the crest of the wave coming, but no matter how much I squirm, or try to get closer, it feels just out of reach.

“Please. I need… Oh God, Kai, I need something.” I resort to pleading, my head falling forward.

“I know what you need, baby,” he rumbles against my skin. Then he lifts his fingers up to my face. I open my mouth eagerly, and he sticks them in for me to suck. I swirl my tongue around them, teasing him with what I plan to do when I get the chance.

Then he proves that he really does know exactly what I need.

Those same fingers slowly dip into my pussy. Shallow at first, teasing and tormenting me as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Kai,” I whimper.

His low chuckle reverberates against me as he finally plunges his fingers in, curling them upward and landing right where I desperately want him.

I curl forward around his head as my body tightens, then releases, then tightens again. Wave after wave of pleasure takes over. I could be strangling him for all I know, but I can’t stop keening out his name as he pulls every last drop of my orgasm from me.

He lifts his mouth from me, but keeps his hand down there, playing lightly with me as he rises to his feet, using his other hand to tangle in my hair and pull me to him for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, salty and musky.

We kiss for several minutes until I come back to myself. When he draws his fingers free of my body, he lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean, staring at me the entire time.

My legs feel like Jell-O, and I’m not entirely certain I’ll be able to stand quite yet, but I push on his chest until he steps back just far enough for me to slide off the counter. It’s sticky with my release, and I’m definitely going to need a shower after this.

But first…

Kai lets me move him, reversing our positions so that he’s leaning against the counter, a cocky yet affectionate grin on his face.

“My turn.” I lick my lips, then drop to my knees. The cold bite of the hardwood floor isn’t exactly comfortable, but I don’t care.

Not now that I’m face-to-face with his cock, trapped within the confines of his underwear but rigid and ready.

I slowly peel his boxer briefs down and it springs free, already shiny with pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Kai doesn’t say a word, but I see him slowly take a deep inhale and exhale, his powerful body shifting in front of me as he gathers my hair in one hand. I keep my gaze on his face. I want to see every single reaction he has.

We didn’t do this last time. I didn’t get to wrap my lips around him, to tease him and feel that piercing with my tongue.

But I will now. Slowly, I lick him from root to tip, along the underside.

When I hit the barbell, I take time to explore it, feeling the cool metal with my tongue.

Above me, Kai groans, his hand tightening in my hair. But his eyes stay open, focused on me.

I continue my exploration. Swirling around his thick mushroom head, feeling the pulse of him as I slowly take him in my mouth.

“Yes,” he says on a low hiss, his head falling back, eyes closing.

“God, I forgot how good you are at sucking my dick.” He lifts his head and returns to directing that penetrating stare on me.

“Can you still take it all?” Slowly, he shifts his hips forward.

I trust him implicitly in this. He won’t force me, but he will push me to the edge of what I can handle.

I open my mouth wider until I feel him bump the back of my throat.

“Fucking hell.” His praise comes out on another groan as he withdraws.

Then he pushes forward again. Over and over, we move together, me swallowing down as much of him as I can, my hand squeezing his base in rhythmic pulses.

He mutters praise and filthy, dirty words of affirmation at me, never looking away from me with those dark eyes.

All of a sudden, Kai lifts me up to stand, spins me around to face the counter, and presses me down to lay my chest across the cool stone.

“I need to fuck you. Tell me I can. Please.” Urgent, unrelenting need vibrates between us as I nod vigorously.

“Yes. Please.”

One hand tightens on the side of my hip as I feel his tip nudge at my opening, then he stills.

“Fuck. I need to grab a condom. Don’t. Move.”

He backs away and I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my racing heart.

I feel the warmth of his breath against my back before he says anything. And when he does speak, all he says is my name.

“Isabelle.”

Then Kai’s plunging his cock into me in one thrust. I cry out his name, the sensation of being filled with his cock, his piercing dragging against my walls with every movement he makes, lighting me on fire from the inside out.

“Why. Do. You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He grunts out each word, punctuated with a thrust of his hips. “Isabelle!” My name is half moan, half yell.

“I’m so close,” I gasp, trying to move one hand down so I can rub my clit. He senses my movement and intercepts me, using his hand to hold mine down.

“Let me,” he growls before nipping my ear.

With his other hand, he wraps around my waist, zeroing in on my clit with perfect accuracy. Instead of the light rubbing I thought I wanted, Kai pinches it, then rolls the bundle of nerves between his fingers, making my hips jolt up and back into him as I cry out some garbled noises of pleasure.

Seconds pass and then I detonate, my body a writhing mess of pleasure. Only the cold feeling of the counter under me and the heat of his body behind me keep me grounded in reality. If not for that, I’d think I’m floating somewhere in the stars.

“Oh my God,” I pant, my heart racing as he slowly releases my body and pulls back. I can’t bring myself to move quite yet, but I feel the gentle touch of his hands smoothing down my back.

“You okay?” he asks, amusement and satisfaction coming through clearly.

“Mm-hmm. Just don’t expect me to move quite yet.”

“Not a problem. Allow me.” Suddenly, his arms move into position, one at my back and one behind my knees.

“What are you doing?” I gasp as he sweeps me up into his arms. I know better than to challenge him on carrying me, but still, this whole bridal carry feels silly.

“I’m carrying you to my bedroom so we can do that all over again.”