“So, was it everything you hoped for, Rainbow?” he asks. The hint of nervousness in his voice freezes me.
That singular emotion shouldn’t be so hot and wholesome.
As I stare at him, it’smycontrol that snaps.
Straddling his thighs, I take his face between my palms and crush my mouth against his. I kiss him deeply, pouring every ounce of love I have for this beautiful man. “It’s better than my dreams. I love you so, so much, Kian.”
My declaration lights him ablaze.
Fisting my hair, he takes possession of my lips and tangles his tongue with mine. Dominating and worshipping me so ruthlessly that my toes curl and I moan wantonly.
Overpowering need slams into our bodies.
Months of yearning and seduction converge into molten lust.
“Own me, Kian,” I beg against his hungry lips. “Become my one and only.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Iris
Lurching to his feet, he keeps me flush against his front as I wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths don’t stop kissing, desperate and greedy for each other.
A normal for us.
Nothing is ever enough.
“Hurry, Kian,” I whine, as he starts moving and takes us inside the cabin. “You’ve made me wait long enough.”
“The wait is over, Rainbow,” he growls, biting and licking my lips. “You haven’t seen how insatiable and demanding I can be. You’ll be lucky if I let you crawl out of bed this week.”
“God! Yes!”
He climbs the stairs while I caress him everywhere I can reach with my tongue and hands. I tear open the buttons of his shirt to the middle of his ripped abdomen and part the placket until the beautiful ink is visible.
“I love my name on you,” I purr, running my fingertips over it. Goosebumps rise on his flesh. Inching down, I taste it with my lips, pressing soft kisses. A shudder rocks him when I trail my mouth to his flat nipple and flick it with my tongue.
“Goddamn it, Iris!” His grip on my ass is biting.
I don’t stop, tracing to the other nipple and sucking it lightly. He even tastes like dark chocolate. Just as I graze the tip with my teeth, he yanks my mouth away. Slamming me against the wall the second we step on the landing of the top floor, his angry mouth descends on mine.
I open mine wide to let his tongue invade. He kisses me so filthily and indecently that I create an embarrassing mess between my thighs. I futilely thrust against his erection, craving friction. But I’m held immobile.
Pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs until I whimper. Nipping it harshly before letting it go with a pop, he taunts, “Such a horny little virgin.”
“I am,” I cry out, trying to move my hips. “So much. Just take me. Right here. I don’t care.”
“I’ll make the ache go away,” he coos, licking a wet path down my throat and collarbone. “We have our entire lives for me to fuck you filthy and rough, Iris. But I will not rush tonight. I’ve been dying for this night where I fuck you for the first time. I’m not going to do it in a hallway. My girl deserves so much more.”
My bones liquefy hearing him say those words. Bringing him closer with a hand behind his head, I kiss him softly. “Okay.”
His eyes heat at my submissive tone. “Such a good girl, my Iris.”
A full-body shudder rocks me to my core at his praise.
Holding my trembling limbs, he pushes off the wall and walks down the hallway. Instead of going to the bedroom, he stops before the locked room. Dropping me to the floor and caging me against the door with my back to his front, I feel him reach inside his jeans pocket.
He fishes out a small key, which he puts inside the lock and twists. The click makes my pulse skip a beat, heighteningmy curiosity. Slowly, he pushes against the wooden frame and nudges me inside.
