My Beloved: A Thin Love Novella(16)

“What?” That girl might have been snobby and obnoxious and stupid for thinking she could have Kona, but she’d worked her butt off to give him everything he asked for. Without her, there might be some bumps in Kona’s well-planned schedule.

He shrugged, seeming unworried about what disaster might disrupt their wedding. “I left a message for her boss, told him what happened. I’m sure they’ll send someone else in.”

“Another Kona Hale fangirl?”

“Nope. I asked specifically for someone hideous who hates jocks and despises football.”

She nodded, laughing when he smiled at her, not needing to hear him say, “You know I’d never touch her,” but loving him for saying it. Kona pulled her close, kissing her collarbone, licking a slow, hot path up her neck. “You’re the only wildcat I want.”

His lips were full, that tongue so hot against her skin and Keira didn’t stop his attentions, even though they’d decided to stay hands off until after the wedding. “Kona, what are you doing?”

“Can’t you figure it out, baby?”

His voice vibrated against Keira’s neck and she closed her eyes, feeling her nipples harden when Kona pulled her earlobe between his teeth. “I thought… thought we were going to wait,” she said, unable to keep her eyes from fluttering. Kona moved his hand up her ribs, rested it just under her breast so his thumb could flick against her nipple. So he could pinch it between his fingers. “Oh God,” she moaned.

Kona didn’t remove his mouth from her neck as he picked Keira up and walked through the room to lay her on the bed. The look he gave her was primal, needy, his chest moving as he took in long, deep breaths. He looked down at Keira like he wanted to devour her. Just that look had her wet, had her laying back with her nails moving under the hem of her dress, showing Kona just a peek of her black thong. She smiled at his gruff growl. “The anticipation…”

“Fuck the anticipation.” He ripped off his jacket, popped the buttons on his shirt before he fell on top of her, threading his grip in her hair and pushing up her dress with his free hand. “Every time with you, Wildcat, every single time I taste you, feel you, is like the first time.” His fingers felt hot, left fire in their wake as Kona danced them up her thigh, right at the thin seam of her thong, releasing a breathy whine against her collarbone. “I don’t need anticipation. I’ve got plenty of it already. Every time, baby, I anticipate feeling how soft you are.” Kona’s fingernail slid under the black silk and he rubbed his knuckle against the soft skin between Keira’s legs. She stopped breathing, waiting for where he’d touch her next.

“I always need you. I always anticipate how you’ll feel around me, wanting your tight, warm * milking me dry.” One smooth movement and Kona had her thong off and his hand slid down, separating her wet lips. Kona pressed his thumb against her clit, rolling it until Keira’s back arched, then slipped two fingers inside of her, rubbing the walls of her core, kneading his knuckle right over that spot that never failed to leave Keira panting. Kona groaned, returned his mouth to her neck, moving his teeth, his tongue, over her pulse as he continued to move his fingers inside her. Keira let her head fall back, lost as the sensation Kona’s tongue and mouth and long, strong fingers shot through her body. Instinctively, Keira squeezed against his fingers, her hips moving in small circles as his movements increased. “Yes, baby, just like that. Squeeze me hard, stroke me with those tight muscles, love me from the inside. That’s what I always anticipate, Wildcat. That’s what you always give me.”

Keira’s sharp gasp surprised her, but not her purring when Kona went deeper. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down fully on top of her, her breath coming out in short pants against his lips. “Kona. Oh bebe, please f*ck me.”

His only response was a low, needy growl and the lightening quick speed of his hands on Keira’s body, desperate, eager as he pulled her dress off.

“Don’t… rip… rip it.”

“Fuck that dress. That dress can go straight to hell.” He leaned up, hurried to strip himself bare before he was on top of Keira again, opening her up to him with his hands pressing down on the inside of her thighs. “That dress was in my way.”

And then, with nothing barring him from her naked body, Kona thrust inside, no preamble, no warning and Keira cried out, loving how full she felt, how hard he took her.

They became a tumble of limbs and mouths, pulling, pushing, taking and Keira’s mind was too foggy, too full to care about anything but the way Kona felt inside of her, how deeply he touched her. She didn’t care that she was screaming, likely advertising their make-up sex to the entire resort, that she yanked on Kona’s hair, that he flipped their positions and moved her up and down, hard against his dick.

Keira only cared that Kona was hers, that the only thing that really mattered was the way their bodies fit together, the taste of sweat on their skin and the idea that this beautiful, frustrating, sweet, strong man would be hers… always.





He loved the smell of her body after he’d taken her. Kona loved how warm her skin felt, how soft her fingers were when she scratched her nails through his hair. He was threatening to drift off and nuzzled closer against her stomach. Her touch was too comfortable, fingers in his hair as she hummed, voice a raspy, melodic whisper that felt like a drug.