That's it… That's all he wanted. Every ounce of longing, every craving, is now focused entirely on her. He attacked her lips, hands gripping her face, pressing her closer, devouring her mouth with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Sara, wild and unyielding, not less than him, met him with blow for blow, her lips moving against his, teasing, claiming, refusing to let him dominate completely.
His lips slid down her jaw, trailing to her neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging, holding, pushing, even as his hands roamed with frantic need.
His fingers tore at the fabric of her top. Her top was gone, her chest bare beneath his desperate gaze. revealing smooth, trembling skin. His eyes fell on her chest, pupils dark, breath hitching.
He leaned down, lips pressing over her nipples, teasing, nibbling, eliciting sharp, involuntary arches from her back.
"Damn… they're so responsive," he groaned, voice rough and ragged. Sara's hands were in his hair, her nails dragging lightly over his scalp, testing him, as his tongue flicked and teased, pulling moans that were half hers, half his.
Back to her lips again, he captured her mouth, this time more possessively, more urgently. He pulled back, letting his eyes devour her form before slowly removing his own shirt, revealing taut muscles, tattoos winding across his arms. She couldn't stop her gaze from drinking him in.
"You've got nice curves, darling," he murmured, voice low and husky, tracing a finger along her side. She flushed, heart hammering, heat pooling between her thighs. He kissed her again, slow, deliberate, and then went lower, peeling off her pants as though worshiping every inch of her.
Sara gasped as his mouth traced her inner thighs, teasing, licking, exploring with sinful precision. Her back arched, pressing herself to him, and he laughed against her skin, hearing the pleasure he could evoke with mere touches. His lips returned to hers, tasting, claiming, whispering against them,
"I'm going in… feel me."
And then he did. Sliding inside her slowly, letting her adjust to his size, both gasping as the heat and tightness melded together.
"Fuck… so damn tight," he breathed, pressing into her. He looked at her, voice rough, "Am I your first?"
"Yes… fuckboy…" she gasped, voice trembling, body already quivering around him. Her words only fueled him. He grinned, feeling the shift as her initial tension melted into pleasure. He began to move with measured, teasing thrusts at first, allowing the pain to ease into ecstasy, both moaning, giggling, and groaning as waves of pleasure collided between them.
Hands gripped, nails scratched lightly, breath hitched, bodies slick with heat. Each movement became a rhythm of shared need, a push and pull of desire and tenderness. When they hit the climax, it was explosive, Kairo collapsing on top of her chest, shuddering against her, lips pressed to her skin as if memorizing her scent, her warmth.
"Oh… my god… that was…" he whispered, trembling beneath him. "that was… so fucking good"
Her hands still brushed along his back, trembling, slowly soothing him as he gasped for breath. He lifted his head slightly, eyes gleaming, and kissed the swell of her chest, whispering,
"Is this… what it feels like… when you fuck someone you love?"
Sara's playful slap on his back made him grin, turning to meet her gaze.
"Honestly… never… had something like this… with anyone. Never. I won't forget this… ever," he said, voice soft, awe-struck, yet still heavy with desire.
She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face, and kissed him slowly, tenderly, deeply, not a claim, but a promise.
"I love you, my love," he whispered, voice cracked with emotion and satisfaction.
"I love you more," she replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.
He giggled, teasing, his forehead resting against hers. "I know, you little Stalker."
She giggled back, shaking her head, playful. "Fuckboy…"
"Not anymore… Now? Only lover boy," he whispered, pecking her lips softly before snuggling into her embrace. She held him, tracing her hands along his back, feeling his heartbeat, the warmth of him, the soft hum of satisfaction vibrating between them.
He spoke softly, almost like he was afraid the words would break if they left his lips."When I was a kid, maybe eleven, twelve, my mother left me and my dad for another man."
Sara stilled, her chest tightening, as his voice carried a weight he had never let anyone hear before.
"Mom and dad… they used to always fight. I was used to being ignored between their wars, but at least I got a little attention back then.
Then one day, one man came into our lives, my father's own friend, his business partner. And soon after, he walked out with my mom, backstabbing my dad."
Kairo's throat bobbed, his jaw clenched, but he forced himself to go on."My dad was destroyed. Emotionally. Financially. Everything fell apart. But he didn't break, not completely. He worked hard, Sara. Day and night. For years. He gained back everything he had lost except Mom. The money, the house, the power. He got it all back. Everything… but in the process, he forgot me."
Sara's arms tightened around him, as if holding him could shield him from the years of loneliness that had already scarred him.
"I was there, but I wasn't," Kairo whispered.
"He forgot me. Or maybe… he chose to. He gave me a mansion, cars, a fat bank account, freedom to do whatever the hell I wanted, but? but he forgot to give me Love, which I craved ever since I was a child. he never gave me five minutes of his time. Not once to ask if I was okay." His laugh was hollow, broken.
"Maybe he hates me, Sara. Once, he told me I reminded him too much of her. My mother."
Sara felt her chest ache so hard it hurt to breathe.
"What's my fault in all this, Sara?" His voice cracked now, raw, desperate. "Was it my fault I was born? That she left? That he was betrayed? Is it my fault I look like her? Why am I the one punished for their sins?"
Her heart shattered at the question. She pulled him closer, cradling his head against her, kissing his hair, whispering as her own eyes burned."Nothing is your fault, Kairo. Not a single thing."
"Then why… why does it feel like it?" His voice broke completely, muffled against her neck.
She stroked the back of his head, holding him as tightly as she could."Not anymore," she promised, fierce and tender all at once.
"Not anymore, my love. From now on, you'll get every ounce of love you were denied. Everything you've ever craved. And I swear, I'll give you all of me. My love, my time, my heart, everything."
He sobbed in her arms then, not caring if he looked weak, not caring if he broke down entirely. He buried his face in her neck, letting years of suffocated pain bleed out into her embrace. And she held him, steady and unshakable, letting him finally, finally be seen.
As he drifted into sleep, exhausted and content, she held him close, her own breath slowing, a gentle smile curving her lips. For the first time, he was entirely hers, body, mind, and soul, and she was his, fully, completely, without hesitation.