Chapter 308: From boyfriend to Husband
Rhys
Kayden screamed out in pure, overwhelming ecstasy, his fingers instantly clawing desperately at the bedsheets before ripping them away to find my bare back. His fingernails dug fiercely and deeply into my skin, dragging down my spine in sharp, painful lines that only fueled me to pound into him with an even more unhinged, merciless, animalistic rhythm.
Desperate for an even tighter, deeper angle, I flipped him roughly onto his hands and knees. I reached forward without hesitation, wrapping one strong hand firmly around the front of his throat, pulling his back flush and tight against my sweaty chest as I began to fuck him relentlessly from behind like I was in rut.
The loud, skin-on-skin slapping contact was absolutely deafening in the room.
"Look at how fucking wet and sloppy your hole is for me, Kayden," I growled hotly in his ear, my voice dripping with dark, filthy, possessive praise. "You’re taking every single thick inch of my cock so perfectly, like you were made for it, you perfect softie.’’
To punctuate the filthy words, I brought my open palm down in a sharp, stinging slap right against his flushed ass cheek.
The loud crack echoed through the room, and Kayden let out a high, broken, slutty moan that vibrated directly against my chest.
I slapped his other cheek hard, his skin turning a beautiful, bruised, glowing pink under my hands while I continued to slam into him from behind with savage force, driving him wild until his entire body began to shudder and convulse violently against my pelvis.
"I love you so much, Kayden," I muttered fiercely against his skin, my teeth sinking into the sensitive shell of his ear, nibbling and biting down on the soft flesh with possessive hunger.
He whined loudly, leaning his head back into my shoulder, twisting his face around until his lips crashed into mine.
Even with my hand still wrapped firmly around his throat, holding him helplessly to me, he initiated a devastating, messy, unhinged kiss.
The kiss was pure filth. our tongues were slurring and fucking together sloppily, exchanging thick strings of saliva and hot, desperate breath while he bit down hard on my lower lip, his broken moans vibrating directly into my mouth.
The overwhelming sensation of his mouth consuming mine while my lower half tore through his tight, dripping hole made me feel completely invincible.
"I love you more. Always and forever, Rhys," Kayden sobbed out shakily against my lips, his voice wrecked.
The words had barely left his mouth before his internal walls experienced a massive, violent, crushing convulsion. He screamed aloud in ecstasy as his climax hit him like a freight train, thick ropes of his hot cum squirting aggressively across the ruined bedsheets and painting his own stomach.
The intense, crushing friction and rhythmic squeezing of his orgasm instantly pushed me violently over the edge. I laid him flat on his stomach, burying myself inside him to the absolute root, and began to thrust with blinding speed.
I drove in all at once, pulled out to the very tip, and slammed back in with brutal force, repeating the punishing motion over and over until my own release tore through me like fire. I groaned loudly and deeply, filling his deep, pulsing hole with load after thick load of my seed, pulsing and pumping inside him again and again until I was entirely spent and drained.
Completely breathless and wrecked, I flopped forward against his back, burying my face into the crook of his neck. I inhaled deeply and greedily, taking in the heavy, intoxicating, sweet scent of orchids that he must have released in massive waves during the height of our passion.
"You smell fucking amazing," I managed to pant out, my chest still heaving hard against his shoulder blades. "Always."
Kayden didn’t say a single word, still entirely paralyzed and trembling as he tried to catch his frantic breath, but he slowly reached back with damp arms, wrapping them around my neck to pull me even closer.
I let the comfortable silence linger warmly for a long moment before I cleared my throat, my voice settling into a serious determined tone. "I want us to get married before you start showing."
Kayden froze completely. Slowly, he lifted his head from the mattress, turning his body until our eyes met in the dim light of the bedroom. I watched as his expression instantly lit up with a genuine, overwhelming happiness that completely eliminated every trace of exhaustion from his features.
"Really?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. "This doesn’t have to do with the family belief or because of the media,’’ I shook my head without a shred of hesitation or doubt. "I want to marry you as quickly as possible because I am entirely tired of calling you my boyfriend. I want to start calling you my husband."
Kayden suddenly burst into a bright, breathless, joyful laughter at my blunt, honest delivery. "Oh, Rhys... you and your words. Who knew the ice-cold Captain actually knew how to flirt so well?"
"I wouldn’t have been able to pull a main character like you if I didn’t have my way with words," I responded with a small, rare, genuine smile, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against the mating mark on his neck. "Let’s start planning the ceremony before Leo and Miller get back from the couple treaty. I know for a fact Leo will have my head on a spike if we don’t involve him.’’
Kayden chuckled warmly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "He really would. He’d probably look at you with that completely blank expression and say something entirely clinical."
"Exactly," I agreed, mimicking Leo’s exact medical, pragmatist tone perfectly. "He’d say: ’Rhys, from a purely biological and administrative standpoint, if you exclude me from the structural planning of this union, I highly anticipate you will choke on your next meal. It would be a statistically sound outcome.’"
We both burst into shared laughter, the sound light and easy and full of affection against the lingering heat of the room, because the impression sounded exactly like the stubborn doctor.
"I love you," I murmured again softly, shifting my weight carefully off his back to slide down onto the mattress beside him, resting my head securely against his chest.
I listened to the steady, rapid beating of his heart, closing my eyes in complete contentment. "I really can’t wait to call you my husband."