He falls to the ground.
I run to Kai and wrap my arms around him.
He pulls away, his hands resting on both of my arms as he stares down at me. “Are you hurt, love?” he asks and there’s something in the way his eyes look more clear. Almost gentle. Something in the way his voice sounded when he asked that just now.
Is that Kai’s own twisted way of saying he cares? Is he capable of feeling love?
I nod shakily.
He wraps his arms around me once more and I hear his heart thundering against his chest.
“Are you hurt?” I murmur against him.
“Nah, I’m fine, love.”
But then I remember the stab wound and I gasp, pulling away.
My hands immediately seek out his side and come away bloody. “You’re not fine,” I say, on the verge of tears.
“Gotta take care of things first,” he says, then surprises me by cradling my face in his hands as if I’m some exquisite gem.
“Take care of what?” I ask. “Seems like you have a guy for everything. Can’t someone else clean this up?”
I look around to see if there’s any help, but all I see is Killian and Ava. Killian is looking at her as if she’s the most precious thing in the world. There’s so much longing in his eyes that I can barely stand to look at him.
“This can wait,” I tell Kai before he can reply. “You need to see a doctor or something.”
“No doctors,” he grunts, but he lets me take his hand and lead him away from the carnage.
We get to one of the bathrooms on the first floor and I make him sit on the edge of the tub. I inspect the wound first, even though I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never taken care of a stab wound before. I start checking the drawers and behind the mirror for a first-aid kit.
“It’s not that bad,” Kai mumbles. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Why does it feel like I have to?” I whisper. “Why do I feel like you need to be taken care of?”
I don’t look at him, but I feel his intense eyes on me.
“Why do I want you to be the one to take care of me?” he asks just as quietly.
We stay silent for a moment.
Then I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. I glance up at him in the mirror and he rests his chin on my head, softly running his fingertips up and down my arms. I break out in goosebumps.
“Take care of me then.” He says huskily in my ear.
He fists my hair, tugging my head back so he can lean down and kiss me. I suck on his tongue and a shudder goes through his body. He bites my lip, pulling the bottom one into his mouth before swiping his tongue across it.
I whimper and sag into him. My breasts feel achy, my nipples pebble into sharp points.
As if he’s a mind reader, Kai splays his hands across my tits. Our breathing quickens as he brings his middle finger in soft, slow circles around my nipple through my shirt. I arch my back more, needing more friction. Needing his hands on my body.
He breaks the kiss to take my shirt off.
“Wait,” I say, and a look crosses his face, but I wave him off. “Won’t this hurt you?” I ask, nodding at his wound.
He grins. “Did you forget, love? I like pain.” And with that my bra is off next.
I watch our reflections in the mirror as he plays with my breasts and we both watch. Next, his deft fingers go to the button at my waist and he’s pulling my pants off.
My breath hitches while his hands travel across my body while we watch in the mirror. I cry out, my head falling back against his chest when his fingers reach my clit. He spreads my pussy lips wide while his hands work me. He tweaks at my nipples and I buck my hips.
“Watch me finger fuck you, Desiree,” he says.
My eyes zero in on his hands caressing my body. He groans in my ear when he feels how wet I am. I can see my juices glistening off his hand.
“I fucking do this to you,” he growls. “Only me.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me, Desiree. Let me hear you.”
“Yes, Kai. Only you. No one else. Just you.” My voice is high and breathy. Needy. Filled with lust.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Kai rasps.
His fingers speed up and I moan. My eyes close, falling into the incredible sensations.
“Eyes on me. I want you to watch yourself,” Kai says. He’s like a wild untamable beast again where all he cares about is making me come.
But I watch, just like he asks.
“Fuck my fingers, love. Move against me. Use me, baby. Let me see your body while you fuck.”
“God Kai,” I say through heavy breaths. “That feels so good.”
My skin jiggles as I gyrate my hips against his palm. My movements become more frantic and crazy as I arch my breast out more for Kai’s other hand. My arms come up behind me, snaking around his neck. My fingernails dig into the back of his head as sensation takes over and I watch Kai make me come in the mirror.
When my breathing evens, I swivel around and crash my lips into his. I kiss him with all my might. Then I decide to return the favor. I pull down his pants and get on my knees.
“Oh fuck,” he says, hissing through clenched teeth.
There's droplets of pre-cum already spitting from the tip of his long, thick cock.
I lick it off and Kai curses. I take him inside me all the way and then release him with a loud pop. I take him in again and this time swirl my tongue over the tip a few times.
Kai bucks against
