𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

67

Salvatore stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his powerful muscles flexing with every move as he worked. Kailani sat on the edge of the counter, her legs dangling, her long hair tumbling around her shoulders. She shyly watched him, her doe eyes tracing over the tattoos etched into his huge arms, the sheer strength beneath his skin, and the way his dark hair fell forward whenever he leaned down to grab something.

He paused, lifting his head, his gaze locking onto hers with a heat that felt almost predatory. She felt her tummy do a flip as he stepped forward, sliding between her spread thighs, his hands finding their place firmly on her hips. He squeezed her, his fingers digging in just enough to make her feel owned, his touch radiating possessiveness.

Bringing one hand up, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek, his fingers lingering as he traced along her jaw. She let out a soft, almost nervous laugh, and he stared at her in aw, leaning in closer until his breath mingled with hers.

"If it tastes half as good as you," he murmured, his voice low and rumbling with that familiar, possessive edge, "will you let me suck on your little pussy tonight? Hmh, baby?"

Her face went red, and she bit her lip, looking away shyly, but he just tightened his grip on her hips, guiding her to look back at him. He took her hand and guided it to rest against his chest, letting her feel the rapid, steady beat beneath her palm. Her fingers lingered, tracing over his muscles, mesmerized by the heat of his skin under her fingertips.

Slowly, his hands glided down to cup her ass, lifting her just enough to bring her closer, holding her there with an unbreakable grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers finding his hair, brushing through it and pushing the stray strands back. He watched her every movement, his lips curving into a faint smirk as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to trace over the corner of her mouth, tasting the hint of sweetness there.

"Good?" he murmured, his voice a deep, low hum as he watched her, his gaze never leaving her lips.

Her heart raced, but she nodded, her fingers trembling slightly as she played with the ends of his hair. She let out a soft laugh, bringing a hand up to his cheek and gently patting it, her shyness clear but her touch unafraid. He took her other hand, guiding it to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her fingers, letting his lips linger as he closed his eyes for a moment, savoring her touch.

"Here," he said, pulling back slightly as he held a spoon up to her lips, coaxing her to taste the food he had been cooking. She took a small bite, her lips wrapping around the spoon as she looked up at him, his dark gaze fixated on her, watching every reaction.

"It's... really good," she whispered, meeting his eyes as she spoke.

He chuckled, low and throaty, leaning in to lick a stray bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth, savoring the taste as he met her gaze. His thumb brushed over her lips, his voice a murmur against her ear. "Not as good as you, though."

She blushed, wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled him close, burying her face against his chest. Her shy fingers slid down, pressing into his abs, feeling the taut lines beneath her touch as her head rested just beneath his chin.

One of her hands drifted back to his hair, and, with a soft touch, she gathered the stray locks that had fallen again, smoothing them back as she held him. His gaze darkened, a small growl escaping his lips as he watched her, his hands squeezing her thighs as he slowly settled them around his hips.

"You have no idea, Kailani," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, "how much I need you."

Her breath caught, her fingers tightening in his hair as she glanced up at him. He held her gaze, one hand lifting to cradle the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair. He leaned in, breathing in her scent, his lips brushing along her jaw with slow, lingering kisses as his other hand continued to grip her thigh possessively.