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Chapter

Twenty

A ZALEA

Kyson chuckles, pushing my leg higher and forcing his tongue inside me before trailing it back up and flicking over my clit, making me moan.

I roll my hips against his face, and he growls, pinning my legs to the bed while his tongue swirls around my clit and my stomach tenses.

My back arches as he continues his assault, sucking it hard into his mouth and shoving me into bliss as I peak and fall blindly.

My vision goes white as I ride out my orgasm, my stomach fluttering and my inner walls clenching.

I fall against the bed in a breathless heap.

But he doesn’t stop, intent on torturing me further. I squirm as he laps at my oversensitive clit; the sensations are becoming too much when I realize I told him not to stop . My eyes widen, and I push up the bed, only for him to grip my hips and drag me back.

“Kyson!” I hiss before moaning when he sucks on my lower lips. He laughs yet doesn’t stop because he can’t.

“Kyson!” I moan, my hips jerking away from him, only for him to drag me back.

“Stop. Stop. Stop,” I plead, unable to take anymore. I want to go back to sleep. “Kyson, Stop!” I moan, clenching my eyes shut, and he does, and I let out a breath.

“That is why I said be careful with your words, though I would have happily stayed down there forever,” he snickers, kissing my sensitive skin.

I lie back on the bed, and Kyson crawls up the bed towards me. He hovers above me for a second, dipping his head and kissing me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself on his lips.

My skin comes alive, and I want more. Those kisses move to trail down towards my breasts, his tongue circling around my nipples.

My breasts have never felt so sensitive before.

The flick of his tongue against my nipple makes me shudder.

His teasing kisses then move higher to my collarbone and neck.

Kyson sucks on my mark, making tingles spread all over as he settles his weight between my legs.

I see the burning desire that is flaring up in them. I see how much Kyson wants me and wonder if he can see how much I want him in return. The soft way that his lips touch me makes me shudder and long for more. Yet fear also lingers, although I know I have nothing to fear with Kyson.

It starts with a kiss. Then another, leaving me breathless, when he pulls back and looks down at me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“Nothing.” It’s silly, yet the last time we had sex, it led to a baby. A baby we lost.

Kyson kisses me gently, and I watch him sit up on his elbows and he sighs. “Azalea?” he murmurs, and I know he can feel my indecision through the bond, and my hands tremble as I try to push his shorts down, knowing he wants this, which only makes me feel guilty that I even thought to deny him.

I can feel the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric. I know what to expect, yet his hand grips mine, stopping me.

“No. Not unless you tell me why your mood changed?” he says.

“It’s fine,” I reply, hearing how small my voice sounds.

“I want you to be sure,” he says, cupping my face in his hand.

“I’m sure,” I lie.

“And I don’t believe you,” he growls, leaning down and nipping at my lips and making me hiss.

He looms over and stares at me, concern etched into his face.

He watches me and then looks down his body to where his cock is inches away from my core.

My core flutters with need for him as the bond flares wildly, feeling his body pressing against mine.

It is frightening to have my body control me like this, but there is something very freeing about it, too.

He kisses my cheek, though now he is far more attentive to how I am feeling.

“We don’t have to, Azzy,” he whispers softly, feeling my worry, but he has it wrong. I am not worried about having sex with him. I am concerned about getting pregnant. I know I am not ready for that again.

“No, I want to,” I tell him, pulling my lip between my teeth. Not knowing how to say to him I don’t want to risk falling pregnant again.

“You don’t want me to knot you?” he says. My face heats, and I glance away but also nod. However, Kyson doesn’t seem mad. The feeling through the bond is understanding.

“We can use protection, or we can wait. It’s up to you,” Kyson says, kissing my cheek.

I nod, surprised a little by how gentle and understanding he is being. He rocks his hips against me, and I gasp. Gosh, how I want him, and I can feel he needs this, needs some connection.

My hand moves to his hip, and I push down on the waistband of his pants.

“Azzy?” he purrs.

“We can use protection,” I tell him, and he smiles playfully, his eyes flashing black with excitement.

“Really?”

I nod, biting my lip. He pecks my lips before moving them and reaching into the drawer beside the bed. I watch as he tears the condom between his teeth before pushing his pants down. He slips it on and then settles back between my legs.

I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer so I can kiss him, and he obliges, smiling against my lips as he kisses me back.

When the tip of his cock first touches my entrance, I feel a shudder of pleasure return through my body, removing the tension I felt moments ago.

His thick cock slips inside me, inch after inch, moving inside and filling me, stretching me around his girth. Every little movement that he makes sends shudders of pleasure through me. My body has never felt that sensitive before, and it is overwhelming.

I relax and let my body take the lead, kissing his chest; Kyson lets his calling slip out, knowing what I want. Euphoria washes over me, and a calmness at his tenderness.

He rocks his hips back and forth. He starts out so slowly and so gently at first, but every time he picks up the pace and goes a little harder, I start to moan louder and cry out. Which must make him realize I’m okay because he picks up his pace and fucks me harder.

With every little increase in pace, my body shudders with pleasure as I give myself over to my senses, giving myself over to him.

Before I know it, my inner walls clench tight as an almost violent orgasm rips through me.

I see stars and moan as the waves continue to ebb and flow through me.

Still, he keeps thrusting in and out of me while kissing me, his lips devouring mine.

His thrusts become harder, brutal as he pounds into me, chasing his own orgasm.

Leaning up, I kiss him harder, moaning into his mouth while my walls grip him.

He groans into my mouth, and I feel him losing control, his eyes darkening impossibly more.

His entire body trembles as he thrusts deeper into me a few more times with a jagged and desperate rhythm when I feel his cock twitch inside, and the base of his cock swells as he comes.

I moan as his knot forces its way inside me before becoming lodged, and he stills, falling heavily on me.

I shudder with aftershocks, trying to catch my breath when he rolls, pulling me on top of him.

My body is alive in a way it hadn’t been before.

“I love you,” Kyson whispers, kissing my temple as his fingers trail up my side.

“I love you too,” I tell him while turning my face and kissing his chest. For once, it seems we are in the same place, not separated by command or tension or either of us fighting our bond. We are both present and enjoying each other’s embrace instead of being at war and ruled by angered emotion.