She lifted her hips to meet mine, and I watched as she breathed out and arched against me. I began to move slowly. With each stroke, I went deeper into the tightest cunt I’d ever had. It was like she was clamped around me with a soft, wet vise, and I was sure if I died right now, it would be fine. I’d had the best there was in life. This was it. Nothing got better.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked, wanting to move harder, faster.

“No,” she said, panting. “It feels good.”

I rocked my hips and buried myself as deep as I could go inside her. She met my thrust and cried out. It was the sexiest sound in the world.

“You’re so fucking tight. God, angel, do you even know how much you’ve destroyed me?” I asked, as I began to fuck her.

She lifted her knees to press against my hips, and I had to fight back the need to come. I couldn’t come inside her, and she wasn’t there yet. I wanted her pleasure before I took mine.

Lowering my head, I kissed her ear. “I want to hear you come. I want to know what that sweet pussy feels like when you orgasm. Because this is my pussy now, Emily. My fucking pussy. I’ll be the one to make it feel good. I’ll kiss it whenever you want. I’ll be so good to my pussy,” I whispered, as I kissed her ear and pulled her earlobe into my mouth.

“Oh, God, Kiro,” she panted. “Oh, God.”

She was so close. I licked her neck, then licked under her chin. “Not just your pussy, that sweet taste, it’s all over your body. I want to eat you up. Can’t keep my mouth off you, Emily.”

“Kiro, aaaaaah!” She screamed my name, and her orgasm shook her body. I trembled as I fought to follow her there. Jerking back my hips, I pulled out of her and cried out her name as my release covered her stomach.

I hadn’t come inside her, but I’d marked her body. The desire to rub it in and keep my seed on her was strong. But she was innocent, and she wasn’t ready for that kind of dirty.

Emily

The warmth from the cloth startled me. I was tender there, and it quickly soothed the ache. Kiro was on his knees between my legs, gently cleaning me as if I could break if handled wrong. He was using such care that my eyes watered.

I wanted to pull him to me and hold him. Each layer of the guy underneath the rock god that he showed to me melted my heart a little more. He wasn’t the same man I’d watched at that party six months ago. He was different now. He was different with me.

When he was satisfied that I was cleaned up properly, he tossed the used cloth to the floor, and I made a mental note to dispose of it. There was blood and come on it, and I didn’t want a housecleaner having to deal with that.

Kiro lay down beside me and pulled me against his side. He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Emily. I shouldn’t have told you for the first time when I was about to sink inside of you, but I couldn’t keep it in. I’m so fucking in love with you it scares me. I’ve never been in love. I may suck at this. Right now, I just want to keep you attached to me at all times. The idea of another man looking at you makes me feel rage. This shit might make me crazy.”

I slipped a hand over his chest and propped myself up to look down at him. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now. My weeks revolved around when you would call me. Hearing your voice always made everything else better. And you telling me you love me before you . . . well, you know.” I felt my cheeks burn. Talking about sex made me blush. Didn’t matter that I had done it. “That was special.”

He reached up and cupped my face as he stared at me in awe. “You love me?”

I nodded, wondering if this man realized just how lovable he was. The world loved him. No, that was wrong. The world didn’t know him. They thought they loved him, but the man underneath was so much more. They had no idea.

“I want inside you again,” he said, sliding his other hand down between my legs. “But you’re sore. I can kiss it. Make it better.”

“I’m not that sore,” I told him, which was a lie, but I figured if it meant I got Kiro inside me again, I would do anything.

I opened my eyes to see the sunrise coming through the windows. Kiro and I hadn’t left the room yesterday. We slept and then played all day long. After he had taken me in the shower, I didn’t remember much. I wondered if I had passed out. Reaching up, I felt the rat’s nest that my hair had become and cringed. I needed to get up and fix this. I was a mess.

I eased slowly out of Kiro’s arms, tiptoed into the bathroom, and slipped back into the shower. I washed my hair, since that would be the only way to tame it after going to bed with it wet last night. Once I was finished, I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs.

Kiro had hired me to manage the house. I wasn’t sure what all that entailed, but I was ready to start learning. He had mentioned that there was a cook when he told me about the job, and then three times yesterday, food had magically appeared outside our bedroom door. It wasn’t just any food, either. It was good stuff. Fancy stuff. I never saw anyone bring it, though.

“Hi,” a little voice said when I came to the bottom of the stairs.

I looked up to see Rush standing there in a pair of Batman pajamas. He was the cutest little boy I’d ever seen. But then, I’d never seen Kiro’s little boy. Would he be this adorable?

“Good morning,” I replied, pushing thoughts of Kiro’s son to the side. We were going to have to talk about that. I needed to know more. I knew Kiro enough to know that if he had a son, he’d want to know him. So why didn’t he?

“Come eat,” Rush announced. He motioned with his little hand for me to follow him before he turned and padded off back down the hallway.

I followed him, walking down a path I hadn’t taken yet. But he seemed to know where he was going. How often did he visit? Dean was a good dad. That much was obvious. This kid loved his dad. I wanted that for Kiro, too.

“Rush, where did you run off to?” an older lady called out, and Rush giggled and slid across the floor on his socks through the double doors.

“Gettin’ Emmy,” he replied, pointing at me.

A short, round lady with a warm smile walked to the door and put her hands on her hips as she studied me. “I see you found another early bird. Well, come on in, then. I’ve made Rush his favorite chocolate chip waffles. I expect you’re hungry after the day you had yesterday. And I’m Margarette Fuller, but just call me Margie like the rest of them,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes, as she shuffled back to the stove. “Rush likes to wake up with the sun, but his daddy don’t like it much. He tends to sleep right through Rush’s escapades in the mornings. When he’s here, I keep my ear out for the sound of little feet so I can catch him before he gets into mischief.” She stopped and glanced back at me. “He’s been talking about you. He’s taken a liking to you, I guess. Dean says you faced off with his momma and won. Good for you.”

I might have missed an entire day in Kiro’s room, but apparently, the rest of the house knew all about my short time here already.

“Sit,” Rush demanded, patting the stool beside him at the bar.

I walked over and did as I was told, trying not to laugh at his very bossy manner.

“You’re good with him. He don’t take to people real easily. But he likes you. Makes me think maybe you might be just what our Kiro needs. There’s another little boy I’d like to see running these halls and eating my waffles.” She closed her mouth and turned away quickly, as if she’d said something she shouldn’t have.