Emotion and words are choking me. I’ve never been the type of man who could quote poetry and shit. There’s so much I want to say to Kayla, but I can’t seem to find the words.
“White?” she whispers. My eyes are drawn to the way her lips move, how that one word falls softly from them and her breath feels like feathers against my chin. I still don’t have the words, but maybe that doesn’t matter as much. Maybe the key in expressing to Kayla just how much I need her is by just showing her.
I pull her up and it’s not my imagination that her breath is coming harder now. Her breasts move with the raggedness of it, as if she knows exactly what’s on my mind. Maybe she does. I whip my shirt over my head and throw it on the ground, bending down to stretch it out as much as I can on the leaves below. Next, I kick off my shoes and continue on until I’m standing before her naked.
“What are you doing?” she asks. I almost don’t answer, because I’m pretty sure it’s self-explanatory, but change my mind at the last minute.
“I’m claiming you.”
My voice is dark, strained, and hoarse, but those three words express everything she needs to know.
CHAPTER 40
KAYLA
My stomach flutters nervously. Claiming me. I feel like Alice and I’ve definitely fallen through the rabbit hole. White is claiming me. My throat goes dry as I travel the length of his body. The man really is living, breathing perfection.
“Take your clothes off, Kayla.”
“White…” I look around nervously. Even though it feels like we’re the only two people in the world at the moment, I know we’re not. We’re out in the open here.
“Now, honey. Either you do, or I will, but if I do it there’s no guarantee there will be anything left for you to wear home,” he warns, and the delectable promise in that causes my body to heat even more.
I undress slowly. I wish I could say I was doing it to entice White further, to tease him, to just play it cool. That’s not the truth, however. I’m doing it because I’m too nervous to move faster. Undressing and showing my body isn’t easy—despite us having had sex before. Or maybe it’s just harder now because it feels different. It feels more exposed. I feel more exposed.
I unbutton my shirt, my eyes going to my fumbling fingers because I know if I look at him, I’ll lose my courage. When it’s open, I pull it from my shoulders. White grunts and then takes the shirt from my hands before I can use it to shield myself. I look up at him in surprise and get lost in the heated blue depths of his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he growls in a voice so dark, it sends chills of need through me. Like I am a puppet and he, the master, I undress until I’m standing before him in nothing but my underwear. I jump when I feel his rough hand move over my shoulder, sliding further down to my arm. I swallow as his hand moves down over my bra, squeezing my breast in his palm lightly before following the curve of my hip.
“I’ve gained weight,” I whisper self-consciously.
He squeezes my hip hard. I look down and watch as the skin turns pink against his hold. The extra flesh and weight I have there somehow looks more feminine in his hold.
“You’re perfect,” he groans, and it’s then that I feel his lips in the valley between my neck and shoulder, kissing first, then raking his teeth against my skin. I don’t even try to stop the gasp that leaves my lips. Instead, I hold my head back to give him better access. He tastes up the side of my neck in small bites that cause my body to quiver with need. I hold onto him, because I feel like my legs are going to give out. “So responsive,” White whispers right before his teeth sink together against the vein along the side of my neck. My body jerks as he sucks against my neck, his tongue stroking the tender flesh.
“White,” I whimper when I feel his hand move down my stomach.
“Mine,” he says. “You’re mine, Kayla. You’ve always been mine.”
Every single time he says the word “mine”, chills move down my spine. He’s whispered these words before, but never with this intensity. His hand moves further down my body. His fingers hook into my panties and with one single pull, the fabric gives, and he tears them from my body. My eyes go down and I watch the worthless fabric fall to the ground. Cool air hits my body as he takes a step back. I’m afraid he’s going to leave me like this—a bundled mess of nerves and need. I look up to beg him not to leave, beg him to keep touching me, for anything, but the words stall when I see the way his cock is standing and stretching towards me. The head is dark in hue and glossy with his own desire. I bite into my lip, wondering how he would react if I drop to my knees right now. I don’t get the chance to find out before he gives me another order.