Inheritance

Chapter 37

"What did you wish for?" Kendall asked, his lips lowly hovering over mine.

"I can't tell you that. Kind of defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" I whispered, going in to kiss him but not before he moved his lips back.

"Mmm. Touché. Didn't peg you as the type to be superstitious." He remarked, one of his hands traveling to the back of my knee and loosely hooking it around his waist.

"I'm not. But let's just say, I still don't like to test certain things." I croaked, while his hand began to rub small circles against my clothed leg.

"Well, that I can understand." He said absently, his hips swaying forward to brush against my center.

"Kendall-I-" I began, but he continued the magnetic swing of his hips. His pelvis fatefully met mine with each sweeping motion of his groin.

"Shh. Just enjoy the moment, Sasha." He cemented, his alluring mouth clasping onto mine and engulfing me whole.

His poultry lips were fragranced with a cherry scent. But, I could also detect the slightest bitterness of cigar residue on the pillowy texture, suggesting what he'd likely been up to before I arrived. I didn't mind the faint tartness, as I was too distracted by his tongue that immediately traveled inside my mouth in search of a much more receptive target. 

Our tongues danced with one another, swirling and curling until one of us eventually seceded. When that didn't occur, Kendall released a low grunt into my mouth, his unoccupied hand tethering onto my other leg and leading it towards the opposite end of his torso.

Needing to catch my breath, I momentarily pulled away from his addictive kisses. Staring at his beautiful form, my heart became overfilled with lust and desire. I wanted him in the most intimate way possible. But, was I ready to go that far? 

My hands grazed his hair, tugging at the edgy strands, while he uniformly littered kisses down my nose and cheeks. I wished I could snapshot the fluttering moment and remain frozen in it for a little while longer.

"Sasha, do you trust me?" He asked, his inky eyes searching my hazel ones and seemed to probe for a decodable response.

"Yes." I said, knowing that in this moment I did trust him. More than anyone. At the sound of my validation, his hand that was locked around my hip trailed up my waist to grip my midsection gratingly.

For what felt like the first time in forever, the dawn of a slithery smile marked his darkly handsome features. He peered down at me like I was the most beautiful treasure in the world. His smoldering eyes swept across my face, pinning me until I succumbed to his dominating lens.

"Then...tell me you're mine." He asked without warning, his lips temporarily resuming their tortuous journey across my skin as he waited for my reply.

Mine? Had I actually heard him correctly? Did he mean girlfriend? If so, of course my response was bound to be none other than—

"I'm yours. I always have been, Kendall. Since the very first time I saw you laying on that couch." I all but squealed, as he lowered himself down onto the bed to hug my collapsed figure underneath him. 

His secure embrace made me feel safe and cherished, but, most importantly, loved. I giggled, when he held me tighter. Eventually, he maneuvered our bodies so that I was fully straddled on top of his lap. My arms fell to his bare chest, tracing the silhouette of his enchanting tattoo. Kendall watched me intently, the rate of his breathing capsizing each time my fingers drew nearer to his nipples.

"What?" I gasped, feeling squandered by his inescapable gaze.

"I don't deserve you. You make me happy." He admitted, while I moved one of my hands to follow the outline of his galvanizing lips.