Chapter 4 🔞

~ Judy ~

The kiss is not gentle.

It is a collision of tongues and teeth. A storm of desire filled with years of denied passion now crashing down between us and exploding all over me. He tastes like whiskey and wildfire, sweet and burning, his lips devouring mine with an insatiable hunger that is making me breathless for more.

“Kieran,” I moan, and the instant the sound parts my lips, his tongue invades my mouth, tangling with my tongue in a dance of dominance exploring every corner of my mouth. He is devouring me as if he is staking his claim.

Even though he has another woman back home by his side.

The thought quickly dies when I feel his hand threading through my hair and tugging just hard enough to send a thrill of pain mixed with pleasure shooting down my spine. Next, he angles my head and deepens the kiss, his other hand roaming possessively over my curves and squeezing my breast through my top.

I moan into his mouth, the sound muffled but raw as he swallows it greedily, his body pressing harder against me, his hips grinding in a rhythm that matches the frantic pulse of our kiss. My nails rake down his back as I moan again, my grip pulling him impossibly closer.

He is grinding against me, building the ache inside me to unbearable levels and drowning me deeper into this whirlwind of obsession.

I want more.

I want more of the scrape of his stubble against my skin.

I want more of the way his body molds to mine.

I want every touch erasing the boundaries between us.

I want HIM.

But deep down, I know I can’t have any of that.

I break away, ending the kiss, panting with my lips swollen and tingling, my chest heaving as I struggle for air.

“Kieran,” I breathe hard. “This is wrong. Eliza—”

“Fuck Eliza,” he growls, nipping my earlobe sharply. The sting blooms into another heat that instantly races straight to my core.

“Please…” I whimper, not even knowing if I am begging for more or pleading for him to stop.

“Judy, for two years, I have felt empty. And now, with you... I feel like I am finally alive.” His fingers dip under my shirt, tracing the scars on my back.

The same scars he didn’t prevent, all thanks to Eliza.

His touch lingers there on my skin with a gentleness that makes me melt.

Also, I see regret flashing in his eyes.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispers against my skin and starts trailing kisses down my neck, sucking lightly at my collarbone and leaving faint marks on my skin. His hands explore further, slipping under my top to caress my bare skin, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples through my bra and pinching just enough to make me whimper.

“Kieran,” I bite my bottom lip, arching into him. The air grows heavier with the scent of our joint arousal. This is wrong.

But it also feels so right.

I can’t resist him.

I don’t want to.

Tears prick my eyes, mixing my heartbreak with the lust raging through me.

“Kieran, you have no idea how much I have suffered all these years,” I confess breathlessly, feeling a tear sliding down my cheek.

“Then let me make it right.” He murmurs and kisses my tear-stained cheek.

Next, he drops to his knees, his hands gripping my hips as he looks up at me with raw hunger.

His eyes are like dark pools of desire pinning me in place, and I can’t look away.

I shouldn’t let him do this.

But God, I don’t want him to ever stop.

My fingers tangle in his hair, guiding him as he unzips my jeans with agonizing slowness. His breath is hot against my skin, teasing the exposed flesh of my body inch by inch as he peels the denim down my thighs.

Next, his mouth follows the path of my stripped jeans, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs and nipping gently at the sensitive skin until I am trembling. The night air is cold and so different from the heat of his mouth.

“Kieran,” I whimper when he hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them aside, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that is making my heart pound faster.

“I am going to make you feel so good. Do you want that Judy?” He asks, his low voice dripping with sin.

“Y-yes,” I stutter with a nod. I can’t believe I just agreed to whatever he wants to do to me right now, but I did.

I just—

“Kieran!” I gasp loudly at the first touch of his tongue dragging along my slit. My hands quickly sink into his hair, tugging hard at the roots.

Fuck.

His tongue is electric, stroking along my folds like a starved man with a rhythm that has me riding his mouth for more. This is fucking better than my fantasies of him.

And now, I want more.

My back arches off the wall as he keeps devouring me, his tongue delving deeper before circling my clit in fast circles. The friction has jolts of pleasure surging through my veins, making me moan shamelessly.

“Please, don’t stop,” I beg, my fingers still buried in his hair. I don’t care that we are doing this outside where anyone can see us. I don’t care that I am letting my foster sister’s husband fuck me with his sinful mouth and tongue.

I don’t care.

All I care about is the forbidden truth. The forbidden truth that my mate is the one kneeling right in front of me now and sucking me to heaven.

He keeps alternating between firm licks and gentle sucks, his mouth building the pressure of my impending release. As if not getting enough, he growls against my core.

“Fuck,” I moan, the vibration of his growl amplifying every sensation that is rippling through my body. His hands spread my thighs wider for better access, his fingers digging into my flesh with bruising force as I keep bucking against his mouth, lost in the ecstasy and the forbidden thrill of being pleasured by him.

This is a dream come true.

His stubble keeps scraping my thighs deliciously, heightening every wave of the pleasure rocking through my veins. Deep in my guts, I can feel it, that same knot of pleasure tightening harder and faster.

“Kieran–I–”

“Come for me,” he growls, his pace quickening as he senses my approaching release. Right then, one of his hands slides up, two fingers teasing my entrance before plunging into me.

That’s it.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out in pleasure, my body instantly convulsing with the waves of my climax crashing all over me. His fingers keep thrusting in and out of my pussy, combined with the sinful rhythm of his tongue as I continue riding his mouth with faster speed, my walls clenching around his fingers. The sparks of pleasure keep exploding like fireworks behind my eyelids, and his tongue continues lapping up every drop from my pussy, prolonging the bliss until I am a quivering mess and barely able to stand.

Moments later, my body relaxes. My senses come back.

And he rises up to his feet, wiping his mouth and licking his fingers.

“This isn’t over, Judy,” he whispers darkly. “Whatever this is... it is just the beginning.”