Bound By Blood: (The Betrayed Series Book 2) (37 page)

“Only for you, Goddess. Only for you.” I kiss the top of her head and listen as her breaths even out.

As she falls asleep in my arms, worry starts to creep in once more. Thought after thought continues to plague me over and over about how things are going to turn out. One question still remains the most important of all: How am I going to leave her when the time comes?

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IS BREATHS ARE STEADY AND
even as I stare at him lying gloriously naked on the bed. Orange and pink hues of early morning light stream in through the window, illuminating every dip and curve of sinewy muscle. Greedily licking my lips, my eyes drift lower. Exhaling a nervous breath, I run my fingers deftly along the inside of his thighs. My hands still as he stirs, tossing an arm over his eyes, a low groan rumbling from his chest. Alex’s body relaxes into the mattress, a serene expression washing over his face.

Resuming my exploration, I lower my face to his thigh, placing a warm open-mouthed kiss along the inside. His intoxicating aroma fills my senses, igniting the carnal hunger deep inside of me. Inhaling deeply, I drag in lungfuls of Alex’s smell. Large pulls of lavender, sandalwood, and raw masculinity. With every deep breath I take, my center of gravity returns, that connection that was broken over our time apart. Crawling my way up his body, I continue drawing in deep breaths like a junkie needing her fix.

And truth be told, I am addicted . . . addicted to him. Reaching the chiseled V where his abdominals meet his groin, I resume laving his body with my tongue. Another groan then he settles back into the sheets. Smiling, I trace little circles into the open V with my fingers. His cock jumps with each faint pass. Lowering my mouth once more, my tongue follows the trail my fingers started, leading to his cock.

Slowly inching my way down, I settle myself between his legs and peer wide-eyed at the massive erection before me. His length is swollen with need, pre-cum already glistening on the tip. An astounding desire to take him into my mouth, and explore every inch of his glorious cock storms me. Taking my lower lip into my mouth, I nibble on it nervously. I peer up through my lashes at my lover, my heart, my hero, my soul mate, the man who rescued me from the darkness.

He’s my saving grace, the light that took away the sadness. A tingling sensation starts at the base of my spine and branches out, spiraling wickedly throughout my body. Arousal surges through me, the primal need to devour Alex overriding all of my senses. Unsure of what to do, I allow my instincts to guide me. Darting my tongue out, I sweep it across the tip, the creamy liquid hitting my taste buds and exploding. Alex’s unique essence turns up the dial on the carnal fire, increasing it from a burning desire to a raging inferno in a matter of seconds.

Groaning, I swirl my tongue around the tip, laving him with my affection. Alex’s breath hitches, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Feeling bold, I take him into my mouth slowly, inching my way down his massive length. His wide girth stretches me as I continue to take him further. Frustration builds, assailing my senses when I realize he’s too big, that I can’t take him all the way. Alex groans and reaches down, threading his large hands into my hair.

“Shhh, baby, it’s okay. Take as much as you can. Fuck, Kai. It feels so damn good.” His hips thrust up gently, pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth.

A delicious tingle strikes my core as heat pools in my center with each upward thrust he takes. Moaning around his cock, I press my tongue to the thick vein on the underside while caressing his balls.

“Ahhhh. Fuck!”

Encouraged by his wild moans, I slide up onto my knees, bringing myself in closer. Using both of my palms, I place them flat on his bulging, muscular thighs and press them down into the mattress so he can’t move. Glancing up, our eyes meet, his lustful gaze boring into mine. His rich irises morph, changing, from violet to a deep shade of plum. The passionate heat is so intense it’s likely to incinerate me from his look alone. Keeping his passion-drunk gaze held to mine, I thrust myself down as far as I can go.

His hips jolt, trying to thrust violently upward. Pressing my palms firmer into his thighs, I work faster, humming as I go, the vibrations and moans driving us both to another level of insatiable need.

“Fuck, baby. You’ve got to stop. I-I can’t hold back if you don’t.”

Fighting a smile, I work harder, removing a hand from his thigh, adding it into the mix. Vigorously pumping his cock, I hollow my cheeks and suck Alex to the back of my throat.

“Fuck!”

He screams, grabs the back of my head, and vigorously thrusts into my mouth. Holding me securely, Alex’s body trembles, shaking violently as he comes. Thick, hot jets stream down the back of my throat for long moments. Alex loosens his grip on my hair, his cock falling from my mouth with an audible pop.

Peering down at me, he winces. “I’m sorry. I lost control.” His voice is laden with concern.

“I know.” I wink and slink up his body.

“What am I going to do with you?” He gives me a smile that sends the air tumbling from my lungs.

My response comes immediately; it wasn’t one I had planned on giving. It just kind of happened. “Love me?” My voice is unsure as I put myself out there, all of my vulnerabilities on display. Flipping me onto my back, he hovers above me, staring deeply into my eyes.

“Always and forever.”

Warm, wet tears drizzle like a summer shower from the corners of my eyes.

“Why are you crying, Goddess?” he questions.

How do I explain it? How do I tell this man the depth of my feelings? That in this short amount of time, he has broken through every barrier I’ve ever erected and taught me how to feel, how to love unconditionally. Yes, I love my father with all my heart. Yes, I love Emma. But, that’s a different kind of love. Alex . . . Alex is something else entirely. Something I can’t quite explain. And if I ever lost him, I don’t know if I would survive. I didn’t want to survive when I thought he’d left me for Sabrina. It practically ripped my heart to shreds. My world came crashing down around me. I had no desire to go on any longer. The warmth of Alex’s thumb brushing away my tears draws me out of my mind.

“It’s all right. You can tell me, baby.”

Releasing a sigh, the vise around my lungs loosens just a bit. “I-I don’t know how to explain it.” My voice is barely audible, just a breath between us.

“Take your time,” he encourages with a smile.

“It’s just that . . . I feel so deeply for you. I’m explaining it wrong. It’s like this need. I have to be with you. Be around you. I love you so much, it hurts to breathe. The thought of not being with you physically pains me. When I thought . . .” My voice hitches on a sob, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

“Go on. When you thought what?” he asks softly.

“When I thought you’d chosen her, that you had gone back to her . . . I-I didn’t have the will to go on anymore. It felt like my heart had literally been ripped from my chest.”

Alex makes a pained sound as he cups my face. “Kylee Ann Parker, I will never choose anyone over you. I cannot ever tell you how sorry I am about that. There is nothing I can do that will ever make up for the pain that caused you. Fuck, but I will be damned if I won’t spend the rest of my life trying.”

He places his head to mine as silent tears stream from his eyes. “Baby, I was so broken when you were gone. A shell of a man. I didn’t want to go on without you. I couldn’t bear the thought of living in a world that didn’t have you by my side. I love you so fucking much; I never want to spend another moment apart. So what do you say we don’t?”

Blinking, I look up at him with confusion. “Huh? I don’t understand.”

“Oh, I think you do.” He smirks.

“Actually, I really don’t,” I reply with honesty.

Alex leans over, reaching into the side drawer of the nightstand and retrieving a little box. All of the air rushes from my lungs as I stare at him with shock. Coming back to me, he hovers in place, his violet irises full of emotion. Clearing his throat several times, he peers down at me from his fused lashes.

“Kylee, I know we haven’t known each other very long, and it’s been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, but I don’t want to spend another moment of my life without you by my side. You make me want to be a better man, stronger, fiercer, someone worthy of your love. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Leaning back just a touch, he opens the box for me to see.

My breath catches. Nestled in the velvety lining is a two-carat, princess cut diamond ring. The stunning diamond is accented along both sides with five sparkling princess cut, channel-set diamonds. A matching wedding band adorned with the same style of diamonds is cozied up to the engagement ring. Raising my eyes from the small, black velvet box, I peer into his hooded gaze, uncertainty in my eyes.

“Kylee?” he questions.

“A-Alex, W-What about Sabrina?” I nervously, ask.

He blows out a frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair. “Seriously? I ask you to marry me, and you ask me about Sabrina?” Anger edges its way into his voice. A tiny sob slips past my defenses. Alex narrows his eyes at me briefly before blowing out a deep breath.

“I-I’m sorry. I just . . . wasn’t sure if we could. A-Aren’t you two still married?” I stammer between little sobs.

Alex groans. “Fuck, Kai. That’s what this is about? I’m such an asshole.”

Placing the box beside my head, he gently cups my face. Crushing his lips to mine, he sensually delves his tongue deeply into the crevice of my mouth. Searching, seeking that connection that had been broken a moment ago. Passion flares brightly with each thrust, each languorous sweep, every caress of his tongue against mine. Reluctantly, he pulls back, our breaths mingling as we each breathe the other’s air.

“Baby, that’s over. The divorce was finalized while you were . . .” His voice breaks, unable to finish his sentence.

“While I was away,” I say.

He nods.

“So that means you and her are no longer . . .” I don’t finish my thought. Instead, I glance up into his deep violet eyes, desperate for our connection again.

He shakes his head as he mumbles, “No.”

Placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, he gently teases, “Goddess, you never answered my question.”

“Mmmm. I suppose I didn’t, did I?”

Alex growls into my neck where he’d begun kissing. “Kylee . . .”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t make me spank you.”

Gasping, my hips thrust upward in response to his taunt. Alex chuckles into the crook of my neck. He sucks on my skin, pulling it into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth before letting it go and laving it with his tongue.

“It appears my kinky Goddess would prefer a spanking.” The deep sensual tenor of his voice sends a bolt of lightning right to my core. Heat pools as warmth floods my insides.

“Alex?”

“Yes, Goddess?”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“I need you.”

“Unh unh. Not until you give me an answer,” he says, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking it softly and then biting down.

My back arches as the sharp pressure from his teeth sends ripples of pleasure to my core. Squirming, I wiggle, trying to relieve the ache, but he places a firm grip on my hip, stilling my efforts.