Chapter 123: He Said Forever Like It Was Easy
Kayden
Have you ever wished something had happened earlier in your life, before you became a mess?
That was exactly how I felt with Rhys. I had hoped I had met him when I turned eighteen, or even twenty.
Having him this close now didn’t seem late, but I wished I had had him all along.
"Are you alright?" Rhys asked as he positioned himself in front of me, his huge frame making the tub feel small, even though it was big enough for both of us.
I shook my head.
"Come on, Kayden, tell me what’s bothering you. Let me get into your mind," he said, placing his hand on my left cheek. "Remember, we are not keeping any secrets from each other anymore, so if anything is bothering you..." He splashed water on my face. "You’ll tell me."
I rose and wrapped my arms around his neck. "There is nothing you have to worry about," I told him. "I am just thinking about how blessed I am to have someone like you in my life." I chuckled and cupped his face, noticing the frown on it, as if he didn’t trust my words. "I love you so much."
Rhys blinked, his blue eyes shifting from confusion to happiness. "I love you too," he responded, gripping the back of my head and pulling me closer before kissing me on the lips.
I moaned into his mouth as he leaned back against the edge of the tub. Rhys’s touch was everything.
It sent electric waves of pleasure through me every time his hand brushed my skin, even when he was just in close proximity.
He positioned his cock at my hole and thrust in slowly, the friction slick against the resistance of the water.
I rolled my head back, my fingers gripping the cool marble of the tub as a broken moan escaped me. Every nerve in my body was on fire, screaming for the one thing that could settle the ache.
I needed more. I wanted every bit of him buried inside me, so I raised my legs, the water cascading down my thighs, and wrapped them tightly around Rhys’s waist to lock him in.
He didn’t hesitate.
A dark, possessive smile tugged at his lips as his eyes met mine, and then he began to pound into me.
With each heavy thrust, he sent ripples through the water, crushing the orchid petals between our chests until their scent grew bruisingly thick in the steam.
I screamed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles as he drove in deeper than I thought possible.
It wasn’t just sex; it felt like he was trying to reach my very soul. Maybe it was because this time our bond was different, but it felt more intimate instead of just a fuck-buddy moment.
"Rhys," I moaned as he reached a spot that sent my world spinning into a hazy white blur.
With every punishing slam of his hips, I let out a wrecked sob, my breath hitching as he hit that one spot over and over again.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and all I could do was cling to the edge of the tub and let him wreck me.
Rhys drove so deep inside me that I could feel it in my chest, and then I felt it—felt the knot inside me.
A sudden, terrifyingly thick pressure began to build at the base of him.
I shut my eyes as a strangled sound caught in my throat, his cock starting to widen inside me. The condom stretched to its absolute limit, and I could feel the rubber strain against my skin as his knot began to swell, expanding until I felt like I was being split open from the inside.
"Rhys..." I cried out, my eyes still shut, my fingers gripping the tub tighter.
Rhys let out a growl that resounded through the room. I felt his hands holding my waist in place, then he buried his face in my neck as he thrust one last time.
Then I felt him lock himself inside me, the knot fully blooming and plugging me so tightly that not a single drop of water could slip between us.
The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that was always better than the last time.
I felt the pulse of Rhys, the sheer size of the knot stretching my walls until I thought I would break—and then the dam snapped.
We came at the same time. I felt mine first.
I screamed his name, my entire body locking up in a shuddering, messy release. I came in heavy bursts and finally opened my eyes to meet Rhys’s blue eyes, widening as his body shuddered against mine while he filled the condom.
"That was crazy," he muttered as he collapsed into my arms, smiling at me. Then he kissed the side of my neck. "I always want to do this with you," he whispered into my skin.
I said nothing, and there was a quiet silence between us for a moment.
But Rhys wasn’t done.
He raised his face from my chest, his eyes meeting mine, then he cupped my face. "No matter what happens—whether now or in the future—I don’t want anything to come between us. Kayden, if I ever do anything that makes you stop loving me, I need you not to give up on me."
Still, I said nothing, trying to understand the weight of his words.
What the hell was he trying to say? Were there more secrets he was keeping from me and not telling me? I was nosy and desperate to find out, but there had to be another reason he had said that.
Maybe he was just scared to lose me, just as I was too. But instead of saying anything, I simply wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled his pine scent.
I was too exhausted to speak and just wanted to enjoy the moment with him and not care about anything else.
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