"He would."
"He also told me what he did."
"Did he now? The twins?"
"Yes, he did. And why. And I'm so sorry he hurt you like that."
"So am I. Kind of."
"Kind of?"
"Yeah." Again, he waited for her to continue. "He was right."
"He was?" Kian asked.
"He is right."
"You still have the wildflowers from Scotland."
"I do."
"Dari, where are you right now?"
"Atlanta. I'll be leaving first thing in the morning." She yawned.
"For where?"
"Key, please, wait."
"Sweetness..."
"Please."
"Alright." He sighed. "I'll wait."
Two weeks later, he was asleep in another lifeless hotel room. Nick had gone back to the ranch a week ago and Kian was still going strong without his guidance and support. A warm body slid against his waking him with a start.
"Who the...?"
"It's just me." Her voice rose in the darkness. His arms slid around her, yanking her to him, holding onto her for dear life. He breathed her in, her shampoo, her lavender scented skin, the warm musk rising between them.
"Dari? What are..." was as far as he got. She attacked his mouth voraciously, nipping and kissing. Her hands slid over his skin, over his chest and around his shoulders, clutching herself tighter around him. Her leg slid over his hip, pressing her blazing heat to his thigh, her damp snatch slick on his skin.
His hand slid down over her smooth, silken ass cheek, finding her slickness easily, stroking along her thickening lips. His cock was instantly hard and aching to sink into her, aching to feel her cunt clamping down on his shaft. He growled into her mouth and she pulled his hair, bit his lip. His hand on her back stroked firmly up her spine, palming her shoulder holding her tight against him as he slid his other fingers into her wet pussy.
She groaned into his mouth, hummed as she gently sucked his tongue. His cock throbbed, jealous of the treatment his tongue was receiving and pulsed forcefully against her lower belly. Her fingers slid down his chest, stroking through his fur as she followed it down his belly and down to his cock, where they wrapped around the base of his shaft, lightly stroking to his head. She shifted her hip and he slid inside her silken slippery hole.
"Dari." He groaned, burying his face into her neck, holding her still, holding himself still, letting these waves of pleasure roll over him. He could feel a deep healing with every second. He rolled her over, settling deeper into the cradle of her hips. He felt her fingertips clutching at his shoulder, his hip, felt her long legs entwining in his. He felt her cunt quivering along every inch of his shaft, felt that greedy little button wake and start mooching at his dick tip. "God, I've missed you."
"Show me." She whispered, rubbing her cheek against his, threading her fingers into his hair. Her hips rose, fell, ground against his in a rhythm he could follow easily. Slow. In. Grind. Out. His hands caressed her from her strong shoulders, over her amazing breasts and down her ribcage and back up. His mouth tasted and nuzzled her neck, her shoulders, sating a hunger that has been buried deep. He felt her slithering against him, with him, felt her rising heat, felt her wetness grow slick and juicy with every steady stroke. A hum, a moan came from her as his hips sped up, as his hands grew firm, then rough.
"Mine. Mine. Always, mine." He snarled as his hips flexed and slammed, as his hands lifted and held. Kneaded. Stroked. Her fingers in his hair dragged his mouth to hers, he knew to shut him up. He devoured her, thrusting maniacally, feeling the ripples, the clamping up and down his shaft, feeling her bow up beneath him as she rode this first wave.
He gazed down at her face, seeing her eyes open but hazed with pleasure, seeing the rose blush rising in her cheeks, seeing her mouth forming his name, hearing her say it over and over, husky and soft, with every thrust. Her fingers tugged and gripped, stroked slowly over his back, clutched tight at his ass cheek when another rolling wave crashed through her. He felt a power growing in her, saw the change in her eyes, in her snarling lips, bared teeth.
Her body erupted beneath his, her arms tightened around him, much stronger than her slight frame should have, her fist in his hair pulled tight enough to bring tears to his eyes. He felt her push to roll them and let it carry him onto his back, her legs shifting swiftly. Her mouth went on a rampage, nipping and licking at his ear, his cheek, her hips pistoning steadily, angrily. Her teeth dragging along his jaw, sinking deep into his neck muscle, sharp, instantaneous, before her lips closed over it, sucked, swirled her tongue over it. He let a soft groan loose.
Her head snapped up, her hips stilled. Her eyes blazed, hazel and hazed over, flashing. Her wild smile made him wonder if he could withstand her. He knew this primal woman, but now, she was angry. Fury personified. He hoped he could survive her. Her hand slid up his ribs, soft, smooth, over his chest, coming to cup his jaw, her fingertips swirling over his cheek.
Her hand drew back, slapped him with enough force to rock his head. So did the second. The third was a fist that had him tasting blood. His eyes flashed to hers, seeing the swirling anger, the battle raging inside her. His hands slid gently over her hips, holding lightly, didn't think she even noticed. A tear spilled down her cheek to plop warmly on his chest. Her closed hand rose again, hovered, shook.
"Key." She whispered hoarsely before she crumpled down to his chest, tears falling like rain, her arms holding onto him as the sobs tore through her. His heart twisted inside him, hearing her wails, hearing her purging all the pain he'd caused. His hands slid up her back, held her as her heaving chest slowed, as her tears cooled on his skin. "I can't hurt you. I really wanted to... but if I started I wouldn't have been able to stop."
"You would've..."
"No, I don't think I could've. Not even if I drew blood."
"You did. In a couple of spots." He admitted, his voice gentle, soft. Slowly, she raised her face to meet his eyes, to see the small trails down his cheek, the thicker one along his throat.
"Key..."
"At least she didn't break any bones this time." He tried a smile, his fingers gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Her hazel eyes a little sad, a little worried, and for the first time since he saw her, he saw fear. His fingertips traced the line of her jaw, around her still trembling mouth. "Sweetness..."
"But I'm not." She whispered, her voice ragged and soft. "Key, I'm so very broken.
She's
proof."
"She is not all of you."
"She scares me now."
"She scares me too. She is how you're handling everything I did to you."
"Not just you."
"We'll leave him out of this, for now. You came to me. Tell me why and I know it wasn't to whack the shit out of me."
She sighed heavily, her chest hiccupping.
"I needed to be with you. I wanted to be with you. I ached to be with you." She admitted, her eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. He lifted her chin with a gentle fingertip until she met his eyes. She sighed again. "You heal me, make me whole." A shudder rippled through her.
"You love me." She continued. "And I...I...I still love you."
"We'll..."
"Key, just love me."
"Always, my sweetness. Always." He pulled her down to him, snuggling her warm and tight to him. Within minutes she was sound asleep and he lay beneath her wondering about his primal woman. Her fury made him realize just how much he, and Phelan, had damaged her and how long would it be to have her open and joyful self back again. Castigating himself and cursing Phelan, he dozed off.
He woke to feel her mouth trailing soft, moist kisses down his chest. Licks. Gentle, tender nibbles that traveled lower still. A swirl of her tongue. Her soft fingers wrapping around his stiffening shaft, stroking slow and steady. Her mouth, wet and warm surrounding the head of his cock, sliding down his shaft. Her amazing and talented tongue lapped around his head, making him even hotter, harder. When her throat closed around his shaft, he bit back a gasp, a groan. He didn't make a noise, he didn't dare.
Slowly, his fingers threaded through her hair, subtly guiding her, fucking her mouth. He could feel her purrs through his shaft as she voraciously devoured him. Her fingers rolling and massaging his balls as she swallowed him as deeply as she could.
"Dari, stop. Stop, love." He groaned harshly, using his palm to stop her before he came. Her mouth still made out with his dick tip, her tongue lapping along his ridge, driving him mad. "Dear woman, I love what you do to me but, let me show you something. Come up here."
Gently, he pulled her up his body, feeling her silken skin sliding warmly along his, feeling her body fitting to his, feeling a warm dribble as her hips settled above his. Her curves filled his hollows. He gazed up into her face, trailing his fingertips lightly over her eyebrows, along her cheekbones and around her full, succulent mouth.
In the scant moonlight, he could see her smile, soft and peaceful as his fingertips traced lower, seeing her shiver as he traced over her breasts.
"My amazing wife. I've missed you." He said softly, gently taking her mouth. Her body sank, relaxed onto him as she gave in to him, his kiss. His hands stroking leisurely down her back as his mouth traveled over her face, down her neck. Cradling her in his arms, he rolled over her, feeling her arms around his shoulders, her face in his neck. Slow, tortoise like slow, he licked and kissed his way down to her breasts, his hand stroking steadily over her shoulders, her ribcage, feeling those shivers continue with every motion.
"Kian." She breathed, her fingers sliding over his shoulders, through his hair again.
"Shhh, my love. Let me." He mumbled, his mouth closing over her nipple. Tasting its rosiness, he sucked hard, hearing her moan. His fingers found her other breast, palming its full weight, feeling her hard nipple rubbing his palm. His thumb rolled over it as his tongue swirled around its twin, another purring moan, a flare of heat against his belly. Her fingers in his hair cradled his skull as she gazed dazedly down at him.
He made her squirm, made her purring moans deepen into groans, almost snarls, made her gasp with every rub of his teeth, every squeeze of his fingertips. He could feel her, her legs wrapped in his, her hips wide and swiveling, rubbing hotly against his lower belly. He glanced up to her face, watching her mouth form the word 'please' over and over again.
He slid his hand beneath him, finding her fiery heat easily, finding her hole slick and sloppy and didn't hold back this groan.
