Burned by Passion(41)
Why was she so scared of being hurt, of not being worth it? Blake had shown her time and again that he wanted to make things work. Getting pregnant certainly hadn’t been on the top of her priorities at her age and Kira could choose to blame Blake all she wanted for the situation she was in, but as time wore on she wondered if it wasn’t time to forget the blame. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been a willing partner. No; Kira realized that the problems were mostly all on her side, if not all on her side.
Blake had been right to ask her why it was so hard to believe she was truly loved. Even with Terry, she’d never ever given him a piece of her heart. She’d never let him through her smokescreen. She’d been a confident, grown woman who didn’t really believe in love though in her heart, she’d longed for the taste and feel of it. And here was Blake, offering her the world – his world, his heart, on a platter. What he said was all true and now it was time for Kira to face her fears.
Chapter Sixteen
She must’ve fallen asleep and had a really weird dream.
She was in the hospital and there she was lying on the bed when not one, but two little babies were placed in her arms. The cutest little boy and girl she’d ever seen. She loved them so much already. And as she kissed their downy heads tenderly, she sighed thinking, Blake would be so proud.
Kira almost cried out when she woke from her happy dream but then all thought of the dream faded into the distance at the feel of Blake’s soft lips on the back of her neck.
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since her eyes had drifted closed. Kira found herself lying on her side, her back to Blake whose kisses now made a moist foray across her bare back. His body was spooned up against hers and she suddenly realized his hand had strayed to cup her breast. He lightly rubbed circles around her nipples and instinctively, her hips wanted to buck and grind into the nudging hardness of his cock nestled against her ass. She couldn’t repress a shudder and a soft, lengthy moan. Damn, that felt delicious...
“At last, Sleeping Beauty awakes,” Blake murmured into her ear, chuckling softly. Kira stiffened almost immediately, blushing to the roots. “Oh no you don’t; you’re not shutting me out, not now,” commanded Blake, turning her gently on her back. Kira was compelled to meet his eyes in the now softly lit bedroom. His freshly washed body smelled wonderfully sexy and felt warm and vibrant beside hers. The look on his face spelled an intent that sent the coil of need tightening within her belly.
“This isn’t going to be like the last time, Kira. I promise; it’s not going to be a mere slaking of lust between strangers in a passionate rush. Instead it’ll be all about a man and his wife sharing the best gift their bodies can experience together. You’ll be left with no doubt how it feels to be taken by a man who adores every inch of your beautiful, irresistible body and wants you to remember, to treasure every memory we make tonight.”
Kira had absolutely no words to respond to that. For the first time there were completely no barriers between them; skin to skin, breaths mingling as his lips hovered over hers. She felt his gaze and it seared more than ever before.
She asked herself a million times over, why him? Why did every little thing about him turn on every switch inside her until she seemed no longer in control of any part of her body or soul?
Maybe there was no answer. Maybe she would never know.
Not that it even mattered.
As always with Blake, details became faded in the background. Everything between them, however, became magnified; the sound of their hearts, beating loudly in sync. One touch; suddenly as fiery as a branding iron. Kira knew then that nothing she could possibly say or do could stop this colossal tide.
Blake nuzzled the hollow behind her ear and a violent tremble shook through her. His cock was very stiff against her soft lower flesh; the thickness of him powerful.
He bit down on her earlobe and Kira’s lips parted in a soft cry. Her body was pressed up against his in a reflexive arch, her hands gripping his lean hips in the way she remembered made him groan. He let out a growl of approval and dropped a hand to caress her breasts, squeezing their plump globes. Shards of pleasure plastered all over her like goose bumps and her head flung back as his stroking fingers grew bolder, pinching on her sensitive nipples until she moaned his name. In turn, he murmured hot words to her, right into her ear, telling her how beautiful she was and how he’d craved just one more taste of her until it almost drove him mad.
“All these months,” he whispered. “You made me need you so bad I thought I’d go insane.”
Kira knew exactly what he meant because she’d suffered the same agony. The deprivation had cost her plenty. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. He’d been like a drug in her system that had her craving her next big hit.
He taught her body all over again to want, to need. Kira knew this was how it should’ve been, that first time. This baring heat. This fervency. This...oneness. Built up slow over time and made to last forever.
One large hand splayed across her waist, pinning her down to the bed. Kira let out a gasp, eyes flying open as Blake suddenly turned rougher, more dominant. He seized her lips, and plunged deep with his tongue, making her dizzy. He broke the kiss and left her panting, inching his lips over her arched neck to her pleasure spot right beneath her jaw. She quivered right to the tips of her toes.
His hand on her belly shifted up to her breasts, kneading them with unmistakable entitlement. He touched her like he owned her and she liked it. She liked it very much. She liked that when she arched against him and rubbed herself into his cock, his breath caught in a hiss. He burned for her as hotly as ever before, maybe even more than the first time. Definitely more. His desire was palpable, sending electric charges from his body to hers in a magnetizing transmission of pure lust. Kira’s fingers grappled for fistfuls of the sheets and held on tight, her spine bent back almost in half as Blake’s attention focused on her breasts. This time it was his mouth, tonguing her nipples until they beaded and tingled.