Chapter 79 Fire and Ice
\[Lilia\]
His warm and welcoming lips against my lips. When I felt the familiar sensation of heat going down between my legs, my lower belly began to twist up into knots from the excitement that I was feeling. I couldn't care less about my swollen foot or that he was injured. Neither of those things bothers me. My thoughts had pretty much stopped working altogether at that precise instant. Kael had a pleasant taste in his mouth that was manly, minty, and tinged with the scent of shampoo from the most recent showers he had taken.
This evening seemed like both a whirlwind and a rollercoaster ride all wrapped into one. I had almost died, twice, and there was nothing more than I wanted at this moment but to make me feel alive. That I wasn’t dreaming and that I am definitely alive.
The blazingly hot touch of Kael, which lit fire to my body and set my spirit ablaze, was in stark contrast to the blasts of icy water that were sprayed on us. In spite of the falling temperature, his body appeared to emanate a warmth that permeated through the layers of my drenched clothes. While cautiously pressing me further closer against the freezing tiled wall, his hold on my hips became increasingly tight. My nipples became stiff and pebbled in reaction to the pressure that was being applied to my upper abdomen by his fully erect member as it strained against his towel.
His body was like a well-oiled machine, comprised of powerful muscle and taut sinew, and it functioned without a hitch.
Kael brought his hands all the way down to my thighs, grabbed hold of them, and lifted me as though I weighed no more than air. I had started to become concerned about his wounds, but then he intensified our kisses, and I found myself involuntarily wrapping my arms around his waist, attempting to secure myself, and getting as near to him as I could so that no water could get in between us.
One massive hand looped under my butt, allowing me to be held comfortably. I could feel the pressure of his enormous shaft pressing against my heated core.
My voice moaned inside his mouth as our tongues struggled against each other, sucking and pushing for control, which I had obviously lost. Kael groaned, biting down gently on my lower lips before he pulled away from the kiss and started his journey downwards, following the line of my jaw.
I lifted my head in response, welcoming the torrent beads of water raining down on us as his lips kissed the path down to the column of my neck. He inhaled deeply my scent and nibbled the delicate flesh of my skin. Though not hard enough to break the skin, certainly enough to give me a shoot of jolt and make every cell of my body thrummed and take notice of every single thing he’ll do. In reaction, I lifted my head and welcomed the torrent droplets of water that were pouring down on us.
“Don't you think you could be a tad overdressed, kukla?” Kael mused, whispering into my ears with his teeth delicately brushing his teeth on my earlobes. I felt a chill run down my spine as I dug my fingers deeper into his wet hair.
“Undress me, Kael…” What I said elicited a loud grunt accompanied by his release of vibrations from his chest, teasing my nipples to stand erect against the fabric of my clothes.
A wide grin appeared on his face as he mirthfully nodded. I paused for a moment, staring at him as fear struck me when I remembered his face earlier, killing those people. Kael noticed my trembling and he immediately stopped kissing me.
Concern etched his eyes and lifted both his large hands to cup my face so tenderly. “Kukla? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?”
I blinked out from my daze. Even his voice when he was talking to me sounded too soft like velvet, touching my soul in places that somehow made me feel secure.
Is this really the same Kael that killed those men? Were these the same hands touching me who had taken away countless lives?
Is what I am doing right? Is what I am feeling even real?
While I was looking deeply into his eyes, inhibitions began to engulf me, and a tightness developed in my chest.
“Kukla?” He called me again, and I felt the towel that clung around his waist fall down. It had absorbed too much water and turned heavy to hold on in place. His enormous size sprang hard as a rod, poking my skirt-covered entrance. Yet I refused my eyes to wander below.
I swallowed the dread, inhaling a sharp breath, and asked him one question that had been lodging down my chest. “You won’t hurt me, right?”
Kael took my hand, spread my palm open, and began kissing each of my fingers as he spoke on between. “I would be the last person that wanted to hurt you kukla, and before I do that, I’ll kill myself first. That I promised you.”
Sincerity flowed in his mossy eyes as he pressed my palm into his face. I stared into those orbs, finding faults and pretenses that he wasn’t telling the truth, but I couldn’t find any. One thing I noticed about Kael, is that he holds on to his words.
“Kiss, me…” I sigh and bend in closer to him as I say, “Make love to me.”
Kael did not waste any time in recapturing my lips before proceeding to unzip my skirt and roll it up around my waist. His fingers deftly worked below my crop top, stripping the damp clothing off over my head and dropping them on the floor alongside his abandoned towel. His enormous hands moved to knead my breast and squeezed with such force that it caused an arch to form in the small of my back. I found this really pleasurable.
Anticipation was humming inside me.