Chapter 251 Held Together
Genesis sat on Kieran’s lap at the edge of the bed, thighs straddling his hips, she looked up at him through wet lashes, tears still clinging to her cheeks from the courtroom breakdown earlier.
“Make love to me, Kieran,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Please.”
His hands flexed on her hips hard enough to bruise if he wasn’t careful.
“Baby… are you sure? The…the baby…”
She cut him off with a soft, desperate shake of her head.
“I’m sure. Please. I need you. I need you inside me.” Fresh tears slipped free down her cheeks. “I need to feel you. Just you. After everything… I need this.”
Kieran bit down hard on his lower lip, eyes still dark with hunger. He’d been hard since the second he walked through the door, the sight of her alone enough to make his cock throb painfully against his sweatpants.
Two weeks, no, almost a month without her had been torture. Genesis deficiency syndrome, he’d joked once in the hospital when the pain meds made him loopy. But it wasn’t a joke. He was starving for her. Aching. Dying to bury himself so deep she’d never feel alone again.
He exhaled roughly, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her neck.
“If it hurts even a little, you tell me. Immediately. No brave girl bullshit.”
She nodded frantically. “Promise.”
He searched her face another second, then leaned in and kissed her. She melted against him, fingers threading into his hair, small needy sounds spilling into his mouth.
He broke the kiss long enough to pull her sweater over her head. The fabric dropped to the floor, accompanied by her pants. She was bare underneath, soft curves, small round belly, nipples already tight and flushed. He groaned low in his throat, palms sliding reverently over her breasts, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks.
“Fuck… look at you,” he rasped. “So beautiful carrying my baby.”
Genesis whimpered, arching into his touch.
He lifted her slightly, shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang up,thick, hard, leaking at the tip. She stared, eyes wide and glassy with want.
“Slow,” he reminded himself more than her. “Gotta go slow.”
He guided her down carefully. The head of him parted her, wet, hot, swollen from earlier need. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Easy, princess,” he murmured, voice strained. “Breathe for me.”
She did, shaky inhale, exhale and he sank in another inch. Then another. Deep, carefully, stretching her open after weeks apart. Her walls fluttered around him, greedy, pulling him deeper.
Genesis’s head fell back, tears slipping down her temples.
“Kieran…”
“I’ve got you,” he growled, hands gripping her hips to control the pace. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He bottomed out, slow, torturously slow and held there, letting her feel every thick inch filling her completely. She trembled, thighs shaking around him, small broken moans falling from her lips.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, forehead pressed to hers. “So tight… so wet…you were made for me, my Genesis.”
She clenched around him involuntarily. He hissed.
“Fuck…don’t do that or I’ll lose it.”
She laughed through tears, soft, and breathless. “I can’t help it… you’re so deep…”
He started moving, slow at first, rolling thrusts, dragging out every inch before sliding back in. Deep strokes. Hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp and arch.
“Yes…right there,” she cried, nails raking down his back. “Oh God, Kieran…”
He kept the rhythm steady, controlled, even though every instinct screamed to rail her until she screamed his name. He couldn’t. Not today. Not with the scare still fresh, not with her fragile and teary and needing tenderness as much as pleasure.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against her throat, kissing the tears that fell. “So strong. So fucking beautiful. I’m so proud of you, princess. So fucking proud.”
She sobbed, pleasure and emotion tangling together.
“I love you,” she gasped, rolling her hips to meet every slow thrust. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” he growled, voice wrecked. “More than anything. More than life.”
He angled his hips just right, deep, grinding circles that rubbed her clit against his pelvis every time he bottomed out.
Genesis cried out, head falling back, tears streaming freely now.
“I’m…oh God…I’m gonna…”
“Come for me,” he commanded softly, one hand sliding between them to circle her clit with gentle, perfect pressure. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Always got you.”
She shattered, her back arching, walls pulsing hard around him, a broken cry of his name tearing from her throat. Kieran groaned, a low, feral sound, fighting his own release as she milked him, trembling and sobbing in his arms.
He kept moving through it, slow, deep, drawing it out until she was limp and shaking against him.
Only then did he let go.
One last deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt and he came with a guttural sound, spilling inside her, hips jerking, arms locked around her because he’d never let go.
They stayed like that,sweaty, trembling, wrapped around each other.
Genesis buried her face in his neck, still crying softly.
“I needed that,” she whispered. “I needed you.”
Kieran kissed her temple, voice hoarse.
“You’ve got me. Always.”
He eased them both down onto the bed carefully, pulling her into his side, hand splaying protectively over her bump.
“Rest now,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”
She nodded against his chest, tears still slipping free, but she felt better with him there.