24. Aiyana

Chapter twenty-four

Aiyana

I 'm fighting to control my breathing, my heart racing so fast I think it might burst. Kas slides himself down my body, lifting my leg, fingers wrapped around my ankle as he kisses up the inside of my calf, splaying me open for him. My body is trembling under him, and I don't know what's worse—him stopping or never letting go of this hold he has on me.

When he gets to the apex of my thighs, he turns his head, rubbing his stubble along the skin, breathing me in as his eyes fill with hunger. He swipes a finger through my slickness, holding it up to my mouth, and says, "Suck, little viper."

For what feels like the first time in my life, I do as I'm told, and the salty flavor of my arousal sends a shudder through me.

Kas groans, eyes cast downward toward my dripping heat. He trails his hand back down, tugging on my nipples. I whimper, and he takes it as his cue to absolutely ravish my body.

His tongue flattens against me, swiping through the wetness and making my toes curl with need. I twine my fingers in his hair, urging him on, and he laughs. Laughs .

"So goddamn greedy," he chastises before he continues his onslaught, my core tightening, and the walls of my pussy spasm.

"More," I moan. "I need more."

Finally, he inserts two fingers, curling them toward my G-spot as he pumps them in and out of me at a rhythmic pace, flicking and sucking his tongue over my clit, his face buried between my thighs.

My eyes are practically rolling in my head, my back arching as my core clenches, heat unfurling within me. Kas urges me on as I reach the precipice, my body alight, fire searing through me while I ride his fingers.

It takes a moment for the fog to clear, but when I look down, Kas removes his fingers, sucking them gingerly into his mouth and moaning with pleasure. "Fuck baby, I've missed every piece of you." He drags his finger through my overly sensitive folds, sucking the remains of my orgasm from his finger again. "But especially this."

My eyes are wide at his candidness, and a jolt of desire zaps through me again. I've missed him too, though I know I can't say that. I don't deserve to tell him how badly I've needed him when it's my fault that we can't be together in the first place.

"Hey, where'd you go?" he asks me, eyes soft, and clearly, he's aware that my mind was elsewhere for a moment.

I smile back. "Nowhere, just here with you." I pull him down on top of me so his weight crushes me, and he works my arms over my head, securing my wrists so I'm unable to take control.

He nips a trail of small bites up my neck and jaw, placing a gentle kiss on my temple before moving onto my lips. His lips are soft and gentle as he pecks at the edges of my mouth before deepening the kiss. Kas swipes his tongue along my lower lip, and when I reciprocate, he pulls my lip into his mouth, sucking and biting down hard enough to draw blood.

He laps it up, tilting his head into me, and his loose, dark waves cascade over his forehead, and I find myself lost in him… again. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I moan, struggling to loosen his grip on my wrists so I can scrape my hands down his back.

He pulls away from me, just far enough so he's able to tsk at me, shaking his head before going back to work, lavishing me, body and soul.

He's devouring me in every sense of the word. Pulling, sucking, and nipping at my tongue and lips, all while grinding his erection into my thigh, just an inch over from where I need him most.

Kas groans. Pulling back and gripping the base of his cock, he slides it through my wetness, pressing firmly on my clit before backing off to ask me, "Can I fill this pretty pussy with my cum, or do I need a condom? I tested negative at my last physical."

I eagerly nod. "I did too, and I have an IUD. Fill me," I tell him, moaning.

He smirks and pushes in, not going slow but sinking right into me. My walls spasm around him, stretching as he fills me with every delicious inch of his thick length.

"Oh fuck," he groans, his forehead pressed to mine as he thrusts into me relentlessly. I claw my nails up his back, holding onto him as he takes me, seemingly punishing me for the last few years spent without him.

"God," I moan. His dick curves slightly upward, reaching a part of me no one else ever has. I lean into him, my teeth digging into his shoulder, and he pulls my hips closer to him, slamming into me.

My muscles are coiling tightly, heat searing through me as my pleasure builds. My clit is aching for attention, so I flatten out on the mattress and reach between us, drawing lazy circles against it.

He smirks down at me, grabbing my hand. He pulls it to his mouth, sucking in long draws as he continues his steady pace. "I'm in control tonight, little viper. This pussy is mine. You'd do well to remember that, yeah?" he asks me, and a whine slips past my lips.

He pulls out of me abruptly and slides off the bed, but before I can protest, he reaches down to grab his pants, pulling his belt from the loops. Kas looks at me, eyes gleaming wickedly, and reveals a grin that sends a tremble of equal parts desire and fear down my spine.

He cracks the belt, a sharp sound reverberating off the walls as he walks to the end of the bed. Leaning over, he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge before flipping me over onto my stomach. Reaching for my arms, he draws my wrists together behind me, using his belt to bind them tightly before he finally releases me. He rakes a hand between my thighs and parts me, trailing his warm fingers along my sensitive inner thighs before sinking them into me.

He surprises me—pulling his fingers out, he grips my thighs, widening my stance and opening me to almost an uncomfortably exposed position before he smacks my pussy with the same force as he would my ass cheek. The sting goes straight to my clit, and he rubs it away quickly before slapping my swollen pussy lips one more time.

"Such a pretty cunt. I could stay here all day," he tells me, his voice rough.

I haven't had time to recover yet as I feel him enter me, and pleasure jolts through me again.

Kas's lips part on a sharp inhale, and I feel him harden even further inside me.

I'm moaning, unable to contain the sounds as he buries himself into me, his leather belt digging into my wrists with every thrust, and the pain nearly undoes me, but I'm hanging on, refusing to come until he does. I'm just afraid he's doing the same.

I work to meet his thrusts, even in my precarious position, my abs on fire with the movement. I need to come so badly, but I won't give in.

He smacks the side of my ass. "Always trying to take control, little viper; you think I don't see what you're doing?" he asks, his voice sounding smooth like smoke. He leans further into me, hand wrapping around my throat as he pulls me into his chest. The new angle has me seeing stars, and my walls clamp down on him. "I know your body better than anyone, Aiyana. Come for me, baby." And it undoes me.

The reminder that I'm all his, even when I've tried so hard not to be, absolutely wrecks me.

My pussy walls clench around him, milking him as he slams into me, his body going stiff as his grip on my throat tightens, his lips still hovering over the shell of my ear. "Fuck," he grunts as he fills me with his cum, "such a good girl for me." I ride the wave of euphoria, nearly beaming at his words.

My racing heart begins to calm as does the layer of fog enveloping us in our desires. He releases the belt and gently turns me over. I rest my hands on his shoulders, dragging them down to feel him under my fingertips, finally taking the time to really inspect his body.

Kas is still the sexiest man on the planet, not much could ever change that, but there are some subtle differences about his appearance. Namely, new tattoos.

He has some new ones trailing from his shoulders to his jaw, not covering the front of his neck though.

My eyes scan downward, taking in the smaller tattoos filling in spaces between the older, less crisp ones.

But none of those are what makes my stomach drop to my toes.

I run my palm over the near-black, anatomical heart he has tattooed on his left pectoral, just over his own heart. But it isn't the organ itself etched into his tan skin that turns my world on its axis.

It's the purple-eyed, black viper winding throughout the heart that causes me to suck in a quick inhale of breath.

I can feel his eyes on me, boring into my soul as he awaits my response.

"It's to represent how you, my little viper , have effectively woven yourself into my heart, mind, body, and soul. And I still can't seem to get enough."

I clench my eyes shut, but not quickly enough because a single tear still manages to slip through. I feel the rough pad of his thumb wipe it from my cheek before he wraps me in his warm embrace, maneuvers me under the covers, and tucks me safely to his side.

I knew better. I always know better when I make these kinds of decisions based on my own desires instead of the reality of a situation. It's selfish and disgusting, and I'm not sure I'll ever truly recover from the damage I've just caused myself.

But pulling back now will only hurt him more, so I stay, indulging in this fantasy. Us.