Chapter 125
Chapter 125
“Now can you plea-”
He didn’t let me finish.
Kaiden crushed the rest of my plea between our mouths, swallowing the last few words like they were never meant to be spoken but felt instead, the kiss wasn’t unexpected—I’d asked for it, after all–but the sheer force of it still sent me stumbling a step back. His arm shot out, steadying me before! could lose more than just balance.
The voices were still there–Barbara’s haunting, sharp and cold like shattered porcelain. Ross’s, cruel and condescending, slithered into the cracks of my confidence like venom. They echoed through my skull, screeching past the tremble of my heartbeat.
But then, Kaiden pulled back.
Not to retreat.
To remove the barrier.
He yanked off his boxing gloves with swift, impatient hands, letting them fall to the floor with a dull thud. And before I could draw another breath laced with fear, his warm, bare palms cradled my face.
Gentle. Certain.
Then his lips found mine again–this time slower, deeper, deliberate. And just like that, the voices stopped.
The silence was thunderous. Not the kind that deafens, but the kind that heals.
The only sound left was the fragile, fevered rhythm of our breaths mingling in the dim light of his room. Our own private music.
We’d kissed before–more times than I could count. Some slow and sweet, others desperate and scorching. Our embraces had always mirrored the storms inside us. But this… this kiss was nothing like the others.
His hands tangled in my hair, threading through the strands like he was afraid he’d lose me if he let go. His teeth scraped across my lower lip, pulling a gasp from my throat, and his body vibrated with a tension I could feel down to the soles of my feet.
It wasn’t just a kiss.
It was a reckoning.
Like he’d been holding back for months and now, suddenly, the dam had broken. Like he was drowning, and I–only 1–could pull him back to the surface.
He broke away just long enough to drag my trembling hands up to his shoulders, anchoring me there, grounding me. Then, slowly, he let his lips trail -along my jawline, to the hollow of my throat, and lower still, until his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just above my collarbone.
“Oh, Kaiden,” I shivered, breath catching.
His hands, once unsure, now moved with purpose–skimming down to my waist, fingers curling around the waistband of my jeans. He hesitated fraction of a second, his breath hot against my skin./
“Do you-”
“Yes. Please,” I cut in, the words tumbling out before he could finish. I barely recognized my own voice–so soft, so sure, so… terrified.
A lump rose in my throat, thick and real, and swallowed it down like poison. The truth was–I didn’t know if I was ready. Not fully. Not in the perfect, shiny, “this is how it’s supposed to go” kind of way.
But life wasn’t supposed to be perfect for anyone. Sometimes, you may never be ready, until you make yourself.
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And maybe, just maybe, this was my way of finding out if the pieces of ine had started to come back together. If the cracks had started to heal, avoiding the pain–but by facing it. By risking it.
Ripping the bandaid off, even if it stung.
Because only then would I know if the wound had closed.
Or if I was still bleeding.
Kaiden unbuttoned my jeans, his fingers deft but patient, guiding me backward until the edge of the gaming table pressed against the small of my back Standing flush against me, he reached around with one arm and swept the keyboard, headphones, and mouse aside in a swift motion. They clattered noisily to the floor. The sudden chaos of falling tech contrasted sharply with the careful way his hands settled on my waist.
He lifted me up like I weighed nothing, placing me gently atop the table. My back met the cool surface of the monitor behind me, sending a little shiver down my spine. Despite the urgency with which he cleared the space, his touch on me remained careful–anchored, controlled.
With a slow, steady motion, he peeled the denim down past my hips and thighs, the fabric catching slightly at my knees before it gave in and dropped to the floor. His eyes never left mine. It was like every movement said, You’re safe. I’m here. I’m not rushing you–even if I’m dying to.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing the corner of my cheek with a tenderness that sent a warm ache through me. “I’ll be gentle.”
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I reached for the hem of my T–shirt and pulled it over my head in one fluid motion. The air against my bare skin was cold and sharp–almost like a second breath, a second birth: I paused, heart pounding, then undid my undergarments, letting them fall like dead weight to the floor–as if they weren’t fabric, but fears I was finally willing to shed.
“Don’t be,” I said, my voice bold even as it trembled ever so slightly. “I want you, not my fears.”
His hand slid up my bare skin, fingers tracing the delicate curve of my breast, warm and possessive. A slow shiver rippled through me at his touch. His eyes flared, darkening as he caught my reaction.
“Damn it, Introvert,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I’m going to make you forget all those fears tonight.”
He rid himself of his grey sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion, and before another breath could escape me, he was inside–deep, all–consuming,
real.
Each thrust was a confession.
My body quaked, not in fear, but in surrender–to him, to this moment, to everything I’d tried so hard to lock away. He moved with an intensity that stole my breath, every motion erasing the past and muffling the noise of the future. In that moment, I didn’t exist in this world, and neither did he.
It was as if we were nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Infinity and singularity. A universe collapsing just to give us this moment–raw, boundless, and outside of time.
A symphony of grunts, moans, and skin slapping skin echoed around us. One hand tangled in his hair, the other clutched the edge of the table like it could tether me to the earth. But there was no gravity here–only the orbit of us.
We’d had rough sex before. We’d played with edges. But this wasn’t just sex.
It was catharsis.
A full–body scream in silence. And god, it was everything I didn’t know I needed.
One more thrust, and I shattered–my orgasm detonating like fireworks beneath my skin, sending aftershocks down every nerve ending. I cried out his name, and it didn’t feel like giving in–it felt like breaking free.
Kaiden followed moments later with a sharp, strangled “Fuck,” burying his face in my neck as he came, his grip tightening around my waist, holding me like I was something sacred.
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And then, silence.
Our bodies stilled, chests rising and falling against one another, as we remained wrapped in each other’s arms.
Breathless. Boneless. Bound.
To be continued…
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