“Or maybe like this?” I kissed down her stomach, stopping at her navel as she arched her back into my kisses.
“Daddy can touch and kiss me any way he likes.”
“And that’s why you drive me crazy. You let me give you pleasure, let me mix pain into it, and then you allow me the privilege of taking care of you after. You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever been with.”
“How so?” she asked, her little voice full of hope.
“It’s hard to put into words. Somewhere in the process of trying to help you heal, I ended up healing parts of myself too. It’s deeper with you, the connection I feel, knowing you’re my responsibility. Every moment of aftercare with you bonds me to you. I think about those moments before I even think about doing anything else with you. It’s—damn, I don’t have words for it.”
“Soul tie. The words you’re looking for are soul tie,” she whispered sweetly.
“Soul tie,” I repeated. It felt foreign and familiar at the same time. I stroked her clit softly, watching her hips move to the rhythm I created.
“There are four kinds, Crow. Physical, emotional, social, and spiritual. We have all of them, you and me. Maybe that’s why it’s different.”
“I’d love to hear more about this thing you say we have, but if I don’t sink my cock into your sweet little body, I’ll go mad. I can’t wait any longer. I need you,” I groaned, sinking my finger into her depths.
Removing it a second later, I climbed on top of her, lying my body flush against hers. “Do you feel that?” I asked, thrusting my hips into hers, letting her feel how hard I was.
“Yes,” she whispered as I rocked my body into hers. The gentle prod of my hard cock at her opening had her begging me sweetly.
The moment I sank into her depths, her mouth fell open. The most beautiful gasp and shudder followed, making me soar.
“Damn, I love the feel of you,” I groaned.
“Don’t move,” she begged. Her voice hitched, and a small sob left her.
I stilled over her, wondering if she was still too sore. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked, tucking her hair back from her forehead.
“Yes, I’m memorizing how you feel inside me. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of my life. It’s so incredible. I’m crazy in love with you, Nikolai King.” She cried as her pussy squeezed my throbbing cock.
“And I’m absolutely batshit crazy for you,” I whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek.
The intense heat and pressure of being inside her became overwhelming. Her nipples brushed against my chest, and I groaned. I withdrew from her and then pushed in again.
“I needed this so bad,” I moaned, despite feeling confused and unsure of myself.
She gripped the sheets tighter, and my mouth slammed down on hers in an overwhelming desire to utterly devour her.
Chapter 38
Nikolai
Soul Ties
Something truly magical wastranspiring between Kinsley and me tonight. It was completely unexpected, and it pulled at the deepest recesses of my heart. I made slow, sweet love to her in a way I’d never done with any other woman. I drew out each stroke of my cock, savoring the feel of our bodies merging and becoming one.
“Do you feel that, Crow? Our bodies are intertwining, and our souls are binding each time you—” She moaned as I continued my gentle, deep thrusts. “—move within me. Can you feel the ties wrapping around every part of you as I do?”
I groaned at her words. “Yes, god yes, bind me, tie me. My soul is forever a part of yours. What have you done to me?” I asked in wonder, my voice pained and broken.
Right on cue, her body stiffened, and she shivered. She was going to come soon; I loved knowing her body so well.
“Damn, baby girl.” I pulled out partially and then slammed inside, rendering her speechless.
If she could see my eyes, she’d see how filled with lust they were. How hard I was concentrating as my cock stroked her. Hearing her cry out my name had me gasping and pushing deeper into her perfect cunt. Leaning down, I nipped the delicate flesh of her collarbones.
“Daddy,” she shouted as every nerve ending in my body danced; the sensation was too much.Shewas too much.
