Chapter 93

Chapter 93
Lila's POV

For a moment, Garrett couldn’t speak. He just held me, his forehead pressed against mine. He let out a deep sight, like a storm from earlier had been swept aside by the warmth of my words.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that,” he finally whispered. “You’ve given me peace tonight, Lila. You and our baby.”

I felt joy wash over me, my hand rose and rested against his cheek, my thumb brushing gently. “I told you we’d be okay. You didn't listen to me.”

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, it was alive. Filled with unsaid feelings, with the shared relief of knowing that the future wasn’t slipping through our fingers.

Then, like fire catching onto dry wood, the moment shifted. We leaned closer, our breaths mingling, eyes holding longer than before.

Garrett’s lips brushed against mine lightly, as though asking permission. I answered by leaning in, closing the space fully.

The kiss soon got heated, raw with relief and longing. His hands moved to my waist too quickly but I didn't mind, I let him pull me closer, and I responded eagerly, my fingers curling against his shirt.

The world outside didn't matter right now, my worries about Mara, my family, betrayals, names getting in my way.

All that mattered was this, this moment.

We stumbled back, Garrett guiding me gently toward the room, and then the bed, our lips pressing against each other's, this growing need shifting.

I pulled back and laughed softly, the sound breaking the heat for a moment. “What are we doing?” I asked, but Garrett didn't want to answer, his lips trailed down my jaw snd found my neck.

“Garrett...” I leaned to the side and let him kiss my neck more, my hand tangling in his hair.

“You are interrupting me...” he pulled back shortly to answer, his eyes locking on mine.

“Ohh, really?” I asked, my voice cracked from laughing. “Alright then. Please continue.”

He pushed me back, making sure I was resting on the bed before continuing. We were soon tangled together, as if nothing else in the world could reach us.

The taste of his lips on mine was hot and almost burning, like it was going to stay there forever. His mouth moved against mine with this kind of hunger that needed to be satisfied quickly.

His hand slid from the small of my back down to my hip, holding me like he wanted to own me, but still soft, like he was careful not to break me.

It wasn’t just my body he was holding, it was like he was holding all of me, every single part.

I gasped into his kiss when his other hand went up into my hair, holding me close.

“Lila…” he growled low in between our kisses, voice all rough. “You're driving me crazy.”

The words went through me like fire. I tilted my head back, just a little, enough for him to leave my mouth and move lower. His lips brushed along my jaw again, then my neck, and I swear heat pooled down in my stomach with every second.

His hands slid lower, one holding my waist, the other running down over my hips. Then he pressed his whole body against mine, and I felt him, hard through his trousers, pressing exactly where I needed him.

“You feel that?” he muttered against my ear, his breath hot, his lips brushing the shell.

A whimper came out of me before I could stop it. My hips moved on their own, grinding back against him, desperate for more. The friction was too much but also not enough at the same time, and it made me dizzy.

“Fuck...” He cursed low, his forehead dropping against mine, breath harsh.

“You’re killing me, Garrett. ” I whispered, my voice cracked.

His hands roamed, not rushed but not slow either, just like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. He traced my sides, cupped my breast through my dress, and I swore I was going to lose my mind.

When his thumb brushed over my nipple, even through the thin fabric, a loud moan escaped me before I could stop it. His eyes snapped to mine, darker now, stormy and dangerous.

“I want to touch every inch of you,” he said hoarse, lips brushing mine as he spoke. “Every sound you make, every shiver. Let me, Lila. Please.”

I stared at him for a while, my eyes wet with unshed tears. I could only nod, breath gone, words lost somewhere in my chest.

His hands slipped under my dress, pushing it up to my waist, his fingers grazing my bare thighs. His touch shook a little, like even he couldn’t believe I was letting him this close, but God, I wanted it.

When his palms slid up and down my skin, I shuddered, legs parting without me even thinking about it.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered, kissing me softer now, almost sweet.

Garrett knelt down between my legs, no hesitation, no shame, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. Then he leaned in, lips trailing open kisses down my thighs, slower and slower, climbing higher with each one.

My breathing was harsh, anticipation making me shake. When he finally reached the edge of my underwear, his warm breath brushed over me, and I nearly cried out from just that.

“Garrett…” my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

He chuckled low, almost wicked but still tender. “Patience. I’m going to savor every minute of this.”

Then his mouth pressed over the fabric, hot and firm, making me squirm instantly. The thin material only teased me more, every nerve on fire. He sucked lightly at first, then harder, his tongue working through the barrier, and I gasped, my body jerking.

I ground against his mouth, needing more, but he held my thighs apart, steadying me as he groaned deep.

“Look at you,” he muttered rough, mouth still pressed against me. “Fucking perfect. Needy.”

His words hit me almost as hard as his touch. When his tongue traced the damp outline of me, I didn't care, I just cried out loud, my thighs trembling.

I tried to close them around his head, but he wouldn’t let me, keeping me open for him, relentless in the way he worshipped me.

“Garrett, please…” I begged, voice shaking.

“Not yet, let me enjoy this a bit more...” he breathed against my skin.

The mix of his words and his tongue was too much. My body snapped up to meet him, and just like that, I broke hard, pleasure crashing through me.

I shook hard, pulling his head closer as wave after wave ran through me. He held me tight,
kissing me through my orgasm, whispering things I couldn’t even understand through the haze.