Khan
“Excuse me?” Eden demanded. I watched her cycle through surprise, to joy, to annoyance, and back again. She looked more beautiful than I’d ever seen her, bare-faced, swathed in my robe. The thought that she was naked beneath made me hard in an instant.
“I said, good morning, buttercup,” I repeated. After an uncomfortable night in a guest room, hard, aching and painfully aware of Eden sleeping so sweetly just down the hall, I was more than ready to get this confrontation over. Time was up for running and hiding from the heat between us. She had made sure of it by quitting so abruptly. Now, there was nothing to stop me from having her except her own stubbornness, which, to be fair, shouldn’t be underestimated.
“Good morning. Is that all you have to say? You live here,” she stated. I nodded.
“I do. If not, we probably shouldn’t have slept here,” I confirmed.
“You live in the same building as my new apartment,” she continued.
“So it seems,” I said. The fire spitting from her eyes warmed me through. Fuck, I loved to tangle with this woman. I wanted to do it every single day, as long as we both should live.
“Do you own my new apartment?” she asked flat out.
“I do.”
“Do you own this entire building?” she pressed, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. I nodded.
“Guilty as charged.”
She let out a choked laugh.
“How can this be? What kind of coincidence is this? How is it possible? Wait- my old place, the one you didn’t like–do you own that one?”
“Let me explain,” I started, and stopped as she held out a hand.
“Just tell me why. Why would you do this?”
“You know why.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
I stood up slowly, so as not to spook her.
“Because that building wasn’t safe. It was dangerous for you to live there,” I started. “I told you it was keeping me up at night.”
“And you value your sleep so much that you buy an entire building because of it?”
“No, that’s not why, and you know it. Besides, it was hardly expensive. It’s an investment.”
“Khan! Cut the crap. Why?” she demanded, folding her arms across her chest and glaring at me.
“You know why. From the second we met, I knew we were meant to be together. I want you like I’ve never wanted anything. A foster family, freedom from poverty, safety, success… I’ve wanted none of them like I want you.” Eden swallowed, her long throat bobbing with the motion. I closed the gap between us and slowly reached for her. She leaned toward me, her body ready to admit to what was between us before her mind allowed her.
I took her waist in my grip and pulled her close. I pressed my hips against her, leaving her in no doubt that I had been hard and ready for her all morning. Hell, all month, if I was being honest.
“You’ve taken up all the space in my head. You’ve driven me mad. My body isn’t my own anymore. I’ve been in this state permanently around you. It’s becoming a problem.” I told her. A faint grin ghosted across her lips.
“Good. Suffer. Go on,” she prompted quietly.
“Fine. I want to give you a life that others would envy. I want you to do whatever you want with your time, on the condition that you give some of it to me,” I told her, smoothing her hair back. I brought my hand to her neck, and that rapid pulse beating under the tender skin. I rested my palm there, savouring the evidence of her excitement.
“I can’t believe you’re standing here telling me you made me move, put me in your apartment, kept me close… with no shame at all,” she muttered.
“I have no shame when it comes to you. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed to let you know how much I’m fucking gone for you. If I was telling anyone else this, I know it could be a deal-breaker. I’m not coming off well. I’m more than a little across the line, and yet, I know that you’ll forgive me.” My hand had wrapped around her neck now, not squeezing, just holding, and she was tilting her head back, staring at me with mesmerised eyes. She was closer now too, her tight little body pressed snugly against mine. Her hand had risen to my chest, and now, she wrapped her small fist in the material of my t-shirt, and tugged me closer still.
“And why should I forgive you?” she murmured, her eyes running across my features like water. She moved her hips against me, reminding me of our interlude in my office, and making me harder than ever. “Why aren’t you scared that I’ll run away from you and never look back?”
“Because, I know, you feel it too. I see you. I know you. You want me like I want you, and you can’t hide it from me,” I told her, almost a whisper now. She considered my words for a moment, her breathing rapid, her pupils dilating, and just when my heart began to twinge in my chest, she grinned.
“This doesn’t happen in the real world,” she muttered.
“I told you before, Eden Davis. I make my own world and the rules in it,” I told her, leaning down and dragging my lips lightly against hers. The feeling of the petal smoothness of her mouth sent heat billowing down my spine.
“And there’s really room there for me?” she asked.
“Buttercup, it’s yours. Every single piece–yours.”
“And you?” she asked, and I could see her past there in her eyes. The feeling of not being enough. Of not being chosen. I wanted to take all that pain and erase it forever.
“I’m yours, plain and simple, down to the bone. Marry me tomorrow, and end my agony, Eden. Don’t push me away anymore.”
“Is that a request or a command?” Eden murmured, turning her head so that my lips trailed along her jaw, toward her ear.
“Whichever you want it to be.”
“You’re so bossy,” she teased, her hand moving across my chest, sliding lower.
“You love it when I’m bossy,” I told her. She bit her lip and nodded slightly.
“I do,” she confessed. “I don’t know why.”
“The same reason I love it when you drive me crazy… because we are made for each other, Eden Davis, fated to fit–let me show you,” I breathed against her lips, and then leaned in and captured them. She froze for a moment and then melted into my embrace. Her surrender was the sweetest triumph of my life.
I cupped her face and stormed her mouth, taking possession of her body, as she gripped my forearm hard and clung to me. My hand went to the robe, tugging the tie off and yanking it open as fast as I could.
“Khan!” she breathed, as I guided her back against the bed, leaving her to flop against the covers, her robe spreading wide and revealing her body to my hungry eyes. A feast for a starving man. I knelt between her legs, and tugged her right to the edge, until her pussy was close enough to taste.
“Now, where were we before? Right, I was just about to make you come,” I muttered, and before she could close her legs or get shy, I leaned in, and licked a hot stripe up her centre. She stilled, her face tilted down to watch me, her expression shocked and rapt. I settled there between her legs and slowly explored her with my tongue. She was delicious, juicy and perfect. I found the places that made her toes twitch and her fingers sink into my hair with abandon and concentrated on them. My tongue lathed her clit as my fingers sank inside her, stretching her perfect, tight hole. I didn’t stop when she cried out, or when she made my hand wet down to my wrist with her pleasure. Nor when her fingers were tugging madly at my hair.
“Khan, please. I want more. I want all of you,” she panted, raising her hips and pulling me upwards. I stood, shedding my t-shirt and boxers, more than ready to oblige.
“Protectio-,”
“Khan! I don’t care. Now!” she demanded, and I would have laughed, if the maddening lust had left me any room for thought, as I prowled across her.
“As you wish,” I promised her, and she laughed, as I started to press inside her. Then, as I got deeper and her muscles fought to keep me out, her breath stuttered, and she was quiet.
“Does it hurt?” I asked her, kissing her neck, going as slowly as I could.
“I can handle it,” she gasped, as I pushed a little further. I didn’t want to hurt her, but fuck, going slow was taking all the strength and discipline I had. Slowly, she started to relax, as I let her get used to the size of me. Instead of moving, I kissed her neck and ear, bending myself nearly double to reach her beautiful nipples again, and sucking them into my mouth. Gradually, I slid all the way home, and felt her gripping my entire length. She let out a long, satisfied sigh as I started to move, buried in her to the hilt.
“That doesn’t hurt anymore,” she muttered, arching her back and pushing closer, as I picked up my pace, thrusting steadily into her. Her nails sank into my shoulders and she held me close as I kissed her tenderly.
“Tell me you want me again,” she urged in my ear. “I’m going to have to hear it a lot to believe it,” she added.
“Baby, believe. I don’t just want you… I’m obsessed with you. I love you. I’d remake my world and yours to keep you with me,” I told her, fucking into her steadily as I spoke. She groaned, rising now. I could see the way her skin flushed and her hips wiggled against me.
“I’m going to spoil you and give you the life you deserve. As many kids as you want, homes wherever you want to live, your own gallery to manage… whatever life you want, this is our world now, buttercup, and you can have it all,” I groaned. I was getting close now and so was she. I could feel her getting tighter and tighter, her breath puffing out faster and faster. I reached between us to find her clit again, and she contracted hard around me, clamping down on my length and milking me. I followed her with a rough shout, and buried myself deep inside her, filling her up with my spend. We hadn’t used protection, and I had no idea if Eden was on anything. I didn’t care if she wasn’t. I wanted a family with this woman as soon as possible. I wanted a house filled with laughter, and as many kids as Eden wanted to spoil and take care of. I wanted to make Eden my wife and keep her happy and satisfied for the rest of her days, as long as she spent them with me.
What felt like forever later,I pulled carefully from her, and tucked her into my side, cuddling her close. She put her head on my chest, and I felt a sense of home I’d never had before.
“What happens now?” Eden asked into the post-release glow. My girl could never be quiet for too long.
“You take me to hospital to get my ripped stitches fixed,” I teased her. She sat up in alarm, and I pulled her back against my chest. “I’m joking. It really wasn’t deep. As to what happens now, well, you may well be pregnant, that means, Eden, buttercup… you’re mine now. Marry me and forget that other apartment.”
“You don’t get pregnant from one time sex,” she argued.
“Tell that to rom-com writers around the world,” I disagreed and then turned to loom over her, caging her with my arms as she squealed with surprise. “But if that is the case, let’s get started on round two.”
“Round two?” she squeaked. I nodded solemnly.
“Round two, and then three… however many it takes to make sure you don’t leave this bed until you’re pregnant,” I said, lowering my mouth to her neck and kissing up it. She gasped, arching her back.
“You’re such a caveman,” she teased, but the sparkle in her eyes told me how excited she was.
“I’m just a cutthroat businessman, looking to tie you to me with whatever methods I have. I can’t risk losing you, buttercup. I couldn’t survive it.”
“You won’t. You’re stuck with me. You say you’re obsessed with me, but honestly, I might have been a bit obsessed with you too,” she confessed quietly. I laughed, a booming sound born straight from joy.
“Of course you were. No one can feel this fucked up over another person, and have it not be mutual. It can’t happen,” I told her, and then I kissed her. “Now, let’s see about that round two.”