Chapter 107 Chapter 107
I pulled her into me, and she shivered. I cupped her face, and she moaned. “Should I stop beauty?”
“No,” she replied, kissing me.
I grabbed her and took her straight to our room. The minute the door was locked, I had her on the bed naked.
Tessa
He looked at me. "I love you," he said, taking my mouth again and kissing me deeper. This was different from previous times.
He moved down my body, kissing his way over my skin, his lips touching every spot that drove me wild. No one knew my body like he did. His tongue danced around my nipple as he sucked it into his mouth, gently nibbling on it before sliding down my body. He pushed my legs apart and wrapped his arms around my thighs. He kissed my inner thighs, letting his breath blow over my throbbing clit. My hands gripped his shoulders; I closed my eyes and waited for it. I gasped when the tip of his tongue touched my outer lips and licked up to my clit, his tongue beginning to flick across it.
A moan escaped my lips, and I couldn't help pressing my pussy up against his mouth. He devoured me, making me moan. I fisted his hair, he pushed my legs farther apart, and he ran a finger down my slit and slid his finger into me, causing my back to arch as I thrust my hips against his hand. He added a second finger, then a third sliding in and out of me slowly, his mouth nibbling on my clit, sucking on it. He picked up speed fucking me hard as his tongue continued to toy with my clit.
My fingers tightened in his hair as my back arched and I let out a loud, deep groan. He sucked my clit into his mouth hard, making me moan louder. He pressed against her g-spot as he moved his fingers in and out. I screamed out loud as my juice covered his hand.
“So beautiful," he murmured.
My body was shaking as I lay there moaning, grabbing at his arms and pulling him up my body. I reached down and wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock, feeling how hard he was. I moaned and rubbed the tip of him over my pussy.
“I need you now.”
He grabbed my hand and pinned it down beside my head and then took my mouth, kissing me hard as his tongue filled my mouth. I moaned as I tasted my juices on his tongue, and I spread my legs wider.
"Please, Kai, fuck me."
I lifted my mouth up to meet his; he kissed me back. With one swift motion, he thrust into me, making me moan.
She could feel how hard he was through her whole body. He groaned as my pussy clenched around his cock.
He began thrusting into me hard and deep. I wrapped my legs around him, moaning.
He let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around my neck as he fucked me, his cock sliding out of me to the tip and then slamming into me deep and hard.
I wrapped my arms around his back, my nails scratching along his skin as my hips rose and fell to meet his thrusts. He began thrusting into me harder and deeper, causing me to scream as my pussy gushed its juices. I dug my nails into his back as my body trembled, my clit exploding and my pussy squeezing his cock as I came.
There were no words spoken between us; I could feel my orgasm throughout my whole body as he pumped in and out of me.
His eyes were on my face as I moaned. His cock began jerking violently as he came deep inside me, and my pussy clenched tightly around him, milking him of every last drop.
His body was shaking as he finally stopped moving and rested his body on top of me. His arms wrapped around me, his cock still buried deep inside me as we lay there in each other's arms, resting. My eyes closed as he rested his head against mine.
“You aren’t scared of marriage.”
“No,” he said, and the conviction in his voice was enough.
“Not even a little.” I asked.
“I chose this; I choose you,” he said.
Kai
Two days before the wedding, the house reached full readiness. Installations finished. Guest wings staged. Garden lighting tested. Arthur’s planting beds are already sprouting green lines like proof of belonging. I walked the perimeter alone at dusk.
Security distance felt right. Sight lines are clear. Entry control is solid. Still, instinct kept scanning. Big happiness always attracted disruption. Pattern history proved that.
My phone buzzed.
Tessa: Where were you?
Me: Outside
Tessa: Come back in.
Me: On my way, beauty.
Tonight was the engagement dinner; the venue sat on the top floor of an old restored river hall. It had marble floors, tall gold windows, and chandeliers that looked like they cost more than most cars. It had that mix of old power and new money, the kind of place where sound traveled soft and every laugh felt expensive. The planners handled everything, which meant nobody stressed, and everyone had opinions anyway.
When I walked in with Tessa on my arm, the room shifted in that quiet way rooms do when attention chooses a direction. She wore dark blue, a simple cut, nothing loud, nothing that screamed she was trying, and she still outshined half the crystal in the place. She didn’t perform status. She just stood in it naturally. That always hits people harder.
My mother spotted her from across the room and made a direct line over like a heat-seeking missile. My mother didn’t do fake affection; when she loved you, you knew it immediately.
“There you are,” she said, holding Tessa’s hands and looking her over like she’d personally ordered her from the universe. “You look beautiful. And calm. I don’t know how you’re calm with this family,” she said, looking around the room.
Tessa laughed and said she was getting used to the noise. That earned her instant approval points from three nearby aunts.
Arthur was already deep in conversation with two of my uncles about soil quality and irrigation layouts like they’d been neighbors for years. That was something I appreciated about my family; when they accepted someone, they didn’t half-do it. They integrated; there were no tests, no cold shoulders. Just inclusion.
The cousins pulled Tessa away within minutes. Shea and Michelle on each side, Andrew already talking too much, and Daliah scrolling venue photos like she was running a board meeting. I let her go easy. She glanced back once, smiling, and I answered with a small nod. We didn’t need constant contact; we checked in without words now.
Dinner rolled out in courses and noise. Toasts came early. My father stood first, glass raised, voice steady, not dramatic, just grounded. He spoke about partnership, about choosing right instead of easy, and about strength being quiet when it mattered. He welcomed Tessa without performance, and that meant more than any speech could.