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The bedroom was dimly lit, a faint golden glow spilling from a bedside lamp. The air felt heavier here, thick with the weight of everything unsaid and everything felt.
Kelvin closed the door behind them, his gaze never leaving hers. Chioma's heart raced as he reached for her again, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.
"You sure about this?" he murmured, his voice rough, but there was a tenderness in his eyes that made her chest tighten.
Chioma didn't answer with words. Instead, she rose onto her toes, pressing her mouth to his — soft at first, then deeper, pouring everything she'd buried for so long into the kiss.
Kelvin groaned low in his throat, his arms sliding around her, pulling her against him. The heat of his body, the strength in his grip, the way his lips moved over hers — it undid her in ways she hadn't expected.
Clothes became a blur of discarded fabric, the space between them disappearing until there was nothing but skin and heat. His hands roamed her body reverently, his mouth leaving trails of fire along her neck, her collarbone, the delicate slope of her shoulder.
"You're beautiful," Kelvin whispered against her skin, his voice raw, worshipful. "God, Chioma… you drive me mad."
She clung to him, gasping softly as his lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear. His touch was a heady mix of possession and care, as though he wanted to both claim her and cradle her at once.
When his hands slid lower, cupping the backs of her thighs to lift her onto the bed, Chioma followed willingly, her body aching with want, her pulse a frantic drumbeat.
Kelvin hovered over her, his gaze searching hers, and for a moment it wasn't lust but something far deeper passing between them.
His mouth found her breast, hot and wet, his tongue swirling around a hardened nipple before he drew it deep into his mouth. Chioma gasped, her back arching off the bed, fingers threading tightly into his hair as he sucked harder, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin, sending sharp, delicious jolts through her.
Kelvin switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his free hand trailing down her stomach, fingertips tracing lazy, possessive patterns that left goosebumps in their wake. When his palm finally cupped the aching heat between her thighs, Chioma moaned, her hips rising instinctively.
"Look at you," he rasped, his breath warm against her skin. "Already so wet for me."
He slid down her body, kissing a slow path over her stomach, her hips, then settling between her thighs like he belonged there. He spread her open with strong, sure hands and without warning, his tongue flicked out, tasting her.
Chioma cried out, a sharp, breathless sound, her body trembling as he sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing and relentless. His tongue moved in slow, torturous circles, alternating between soft flicks and deep, lingering strokes that made her thighs quake.
"Kelvin—" she gasped, but whatever she meant to say died in her throat when he sucked harder, his grip tightening on her hips to hold her still while he feasted on her like a man starved.
Every lick, every kiss, every rough scrape of his stubble against the tender flesh of her inner thighs sent her higher, drowning her in sensation. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, breath coming in ragged moans.
Kelvin lifted his head just long enough to murmur, voice thick and wrecked, "You taste like sin."
And then he dove back in, his mouth working her with merciless skill, one hand sliding up to knead her breast while the other held her open for him.
Chioma felt the orgasm build sharp and fast, spiraling out of control. Her vision blurred, her body tightening as a low, desperate moan tore from her lips.
"Oh God, Kelvin — I'm gonna—"
He groaned against her, the sound sending vibrations straight through her core, and she shattered with a cry, her body convulsing as wave after wave crashed over her. He kept licking, prolonging the pleasure until she had to tug his hair, breathless and trembling.
Kelvin crawled up her body, his mouth glistening with her, his eyes dark, pupils blown with lust.
"I need to be inside you," he growled against her ear, and Chioma's pulse stuttered at the raw need in his voice. No reaching for protection. No pause. He wanted nothing between them, wanted to feel all of her — skin to skin, heart to heart.
But as he settled between her thighs, his cock thick and hard, poised at her entrance, Chioma felt that spark of hesitation flare in her chest.
She pressed a hand to his chest, her breath still coming in shaky pants. "Kelvin… wait."
His entire body stilled, his gaze snapping to hers, and for a heartbeat, the hunger warred with concern.
"I… I'm not ready for this part yet," she whispered, her voice trembling but steady enough.
Kelvin let out a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to hers, and when he spoke, his voice was raw, hoarse. "Chioma… fuck… okay."
He didn't pull away though. Instead, he shifted to lie beside her, gathering her into his arms, both of them still hot and breathless, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.
"I'm sorry," she murmured.
"Don't," he cut in firmly, tilting her chin so she had to meet his gaze. "You don't ever apologize for your boundaries. I would rather wait than have you give me half of yourself tonight, I meant what I said — you're mine. But I'll wait for you, however long it takes." i will earn every part of you chioma,I promise.
Chioma felt her chest tighten at the fierce tenderness in his eyes. He cupped her face, kissed her slow, deep, and sweet — a silent promise.
And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, claimed but not taken, she felt safer than she had in years.