Chapter 96 Desire
Calhoun's POV
Things are blurry when I open my eyes at first, and I realize I have my body on the tiled cold floor.
A deadbeat groan leaves my mouth due to pain, and I blink away the haziness until my vision becomes clear and the first thing my eyes see are small feminine feet standing right in front of me.
I rub my hand over my face to search for the ring with my eyes, but I cannot find it.
I raise my head to the owner of the feet, suddenly knowing who it is.
She's standing right in front of me, completely healed like she wasn't paralyzed before.
Not only that but she's also naked with her gown on the floor next to her.
I pause and blink, wondering if I am seeing things or if it's a naked Kristen in front of me.
She doesn't even bother to hide her bare body away from me. Maybe because she's starting to not feel ashamed around me anymore.
But she doesn't know what she's doing to me right now. Or maybe she's like this on purpose. Because she was supposed to put on her dress back even though it mistakenly got torn during the process of her shifting into her wolf. Which I doubt happened because
whenever we shift our clothes disappear and when we shift back to our human form, the clothes reappear.
For a moment, I am breathless because she looks magnificent this way. With her short black hair getting blown by the gust of wind from the window.
As I stare at her lips, I fight against the urge to think about the way she had used them on my cock
Though it's been three weeks since we got intimate, all because of one problem stirring up after the other. Fighting against us not getting intimate, because even the universe knew there was a deep connection of attraction between me and my mate
Letting out another ragged breath, I curl my fingers into a fist.
Kristen's big busts round busts with rosy mammary glands.
Flat stomach with a pushed outward belly button.
Waist so tiny that my palm can cover all of it.
And the pubic hair covering her private area is faded red.
Her skinny thighs, God. They are enough to send a man on his feet.
96: Desire
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I've seen her bare body a lot of times, but I am still mesmerized each time she stands naked in front of me.
Her skin is soft and delicate like an infant's, and I can tell if she gets handled roughly, it would seethe in red. And it's why I was always gentle with her whenever we got intimate.
I rise to my feet and my height towers hers. She's so small.
"Kristen.." I call out, then suck harshly in my breath when she looks at me innocently with those beautiful hazel eyes.
"I can't believe I was paralyzed for eleven days. And had amnesia." She lets this statement out quietly as if she were talking about something else. The calmness in her voice, her bare magnificent body, I haven't seen anything as breath-taking as this moment right
now.
And she's mine.
She's all mine to keep.
So many men would kill to be in my position right now.
And I am starting to understand Ben a little, although he always lets his emotions get the best of him, I've found out why he's crazy over my mate who he thinks I snatched from him.
Because Kristen is too good to be true.
But on the contrary, she has suffered a lot.
I couldn't face her after I was told she had woken up because I couldn't help feeling guilty. Even when Bruce brought her to my office claiming she wanted to see me. I could not face her. And then Natalie returned, begging me to accept her back after she signed the divorce papers over a week ago.
Thankfully Kristen is well now. Even looks like one who didn't suffer paralysis and was bedridden for eleven days. And right now, she needs everything good in the world. Something I am willing to give to her. But I need to ensure she is safe, so she can walk around without being scared.
My mate.
I need to take her away from here, to pamper her and make her know what it feels like to be the girl that I love.
Kristen deserves all the happiness in the world because she almost died, after being tortured and traumatized by Jack.
"Come," I order quietly, yet authoritatively. Because there's this sudden need to hold her and make her feel safe in my arms. She needs to be babied.
Kristen takes steps towards me until she's standing in front of me.
"I'm glad you're okay," I confess, placing my big hand on her cheek.
Kristen nods, with her eyes never leaving mine. And she presses a kiss to my hand on her cheek.
Stunning the hell out of me, that I have to suck in my breath to stop myself from trembling from this little but adorable act of hers.
She's so adorable and her body is mesmerizing.
"Thank you." She says and then takes my hand away from her cheek before covering it with hers. "Thank you for helping me."
And I look at my mate. Wondering if she is confused or something when it's supposed to be me thanking her for not dying.
"I don't deserve it, Kristen. And words aren't enough to express how
I felt when you were like that." I confess.
She lets out a low seductive breathy sigh in response.
And I had to restrain myself from getting hard because the sigh
makes me crave for her. And the way her bare body is next to me,
wolf reaching out to connect with mine.
Kristen.
She has no idea what she does to me. Every innocent act of hers is becoming pure torture to me. Because I want to do more than look at her or hear the sound of her breathy sighs.
Maybe because the smooching has created this bond between us. And
I think I am starting to get obsessed with her. With everything inside
and about her.
She's carrying my baby after all. And I'm glad it's safe.
"You've been nothing but an angel, Kristen," I tell her, then release
my hand from her hold and raise it to run it through her soft hair.
While she closes her eyes and lets me do as I please. She seems to be enjoying it though because she suddenly tips her head up to me as if wordlessly asking to be kissed.
Then she opens her eyes and throws me a smile. A genuine one and for a moment there is affection in the way she looks at me.
Maybe I'm just imagining things because no one has ever looked at me like that, except my mother when I was a child.
Her throat works which gives out that she's swallowing her spittle, and I lose all sanity and pull her close to me.
"I'm going to kiss you now." Shit, my voice comes out rough because
all I can think of right now is pinning her against the wall and kissing
every inch of her body. To make her feel like a woman with my mouth and hands.
Kriste lips part and tremble, as she looks back at me with wide
eyes.
And when I grab hold of her head to kiss those heart-shaped lips of
hers, she stops me.
"What?"
"You do know there's a reason I am naked?"
"You need all the rest in the world."
"I was in bed for eleven days, Calhoun. I don't need any rest." She
shoots me an uncertain look, acting as though she has no idea of
what I mean.
Before I can speak up, she cups my cheek and then tips her head up to
kiss my chin. Something electrifying sparks through me, and I can feel my breath getting hitched up in my throat.