Chapter 39: Chapter 39

ESTRELA

I wake up drenched in sweat. My chest rises and falls at heavy intervals and my breathing comes in heavy gasps. Panicked, my gaze slides through the dark room. "Estrela?" This trustworthy voice makes me pause and I finally notice the gentle touch on my shoulder. "Estrela, everything is fine. You are here, with me." Kian's voice lets me take a deep breath and my body relaxes more and more. I'm safe with Kian.

"Can you turn on the light, please," I mumble. Not a second later, the bedroom is flooded with soft light. I turn to Kian. His eyes are worried on me. He reaches out to wipe the corner of my eye. I didn't even realize I was crying. "Sorry to wake you up," I say.

"No, don't apologize for that, baby." His hand keeps running gently down my back. I turn to him, placing my arms on his chest to hold him down before leaning over him and placing my lips gently but firmly on his. I can feel Kian being much gentler on me, like I'm a china doll ready to break at any moment. "Kian, kiss me. Right," I sigh as I pull away from him briefly. I need his dominance now. It can help me forget and think less about what happened. His gray eyes scan every detail of my face. I realize once again how much I missed him. His striking face, his lips that feel so good on mine, those eyes like liquid silver and that body, who drove me insane more than once. But his looks aren't the only reason I fell in love with this man so much. Kian fights for what is his with such passion. He's loyal and he can be so incredibly cute when he wants to. But his constant dominance also attracts me. And that's exactly what I want to feel in order to be able to forget. I press my lips to his again and run my hands over his bare chest. Trace the muscles that twitch under my touch. But his constant dominance also attracts me. And that's exactly what I want to feel in order to be able to forget. I press my lips to his again and run my hands over his bare chest. Trace the muscles that twitch under my touch. But his constant dominance also attracts me. And that's exactly what I want to feel in order to be able to forget. I press my lips to his again and run my hands over his bare chest. Trace the muscles that twitch under my touch.

"Estrela..." Kian gasps. He looks at me and grabs my neck to pull me back against him before kissing back the previously fierce kiss. His tongue parts my lips and enters my mouth. Our lips move together in unison. Sighing, my hand moves further down. I trace the V line and hear Kian moan into the kiss. It gives me courage and my hand slowly wanders into his shorts and the boxer shorts underneath. My hand gets hold of his penis. Its hardness is already throbbing heavily in my hand. "Fuck," Kian moans softly. Putting his neck back and his eyes closed, he enjoys my touch. With constant up and down movements, I bring to regular moaning. But Kian pulls my hand out of his shorts again and turns me over with a jerk so that I am now lying on my back. His eyes shimmer with lust and love. "Your touch is driving me insane, baby," he moans, his hand slipping under the shirt I'm wearing. Waves of pleasure surge through my body as his hands continue to push the shirt up, exposing a piece of my skin at a time.

"I want you, Kian," I gasp. He looks at me - full of love and trust that it almost tears my heart. Loving someone the way I love Kian should scare me. But exactly the opposite is the case. For the first time in my life I feel loved like never before by a man.

"I love you." Hearing those words out of his mouth will never lose their impact on me. It's beautiful to hear and always with a conscience I'm the first he loves so much to utter the words.

"I love..." I falter as he pulls the shirt all the way down my torso and his hot breath brushes my nipples. "...you too!" I moan as he sucks the nipple into his mouth. Oh my god! I bury my hands in his dark hair and close my eyes. Drop me and just focus on one thing; Kian's touches that can take me to another universe.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. Another dexterous hand has hooked the waistband of the shorts I'm wearing and is slowly pushing them down. Panting, I watch as Kian's fingers approach my pleasure center. But he wouldn't be Kian Warren if he didn't keep me in suspense until I lose my mind.

"Kian..." I'll go crazy if he doesn't do anything soon. He gives me a mischievous smile and puts his lips on mine for a deep kiss, then finally runs his fingers down my middle. I groan and arch my back. I try to keep my eyes open, but I can't. Kian keeps simulating me. Penetrates me with another finger and spoils my clitoris. I'm so close My nails digging into Kian's shoulders, I moan aloud his name. Then, when he replaced his mouth with his fingers, I nearly exploded. However, this slows Kian's touch. And it's driving me insane. So crazy how his tongue first spoils my clitoris, licks through my crack and then penetrates me again with two fingers.

"Oh. My. God!" I moan loudly. It's so good what Kian is doing to me.

"You're so hot!", Kian gasps. His glowing gray eyes meet mine and I explode. If there's one thing that makes me weak, it's definitely his eyes. Kian also strips off his boxers and his erect member is already so hard that he can penetrate me without any problems. But here, too, Kian takes his time. With dirty words leaving his mouth, he kisses every part of my body until he gets to my lips and kisses them. Now my hands wander over his divine body.

"I want you!" Taking his member in hand, Kian throws his head back and enjoys my touch on his cock for a moment. But Kian has other plans again and turns us both around so that I'm sitting with my body on top of him and he's underneath me.

"You take control," says Kian, noticing my surprised look. His hands run down my sides until he takes my breasts in both hands. I gasp and look into his eyes. His veiled gaze slides up and down my body. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now. You on me, with that innocent look that almost makes me cum.... And how much I love to feel your soft body on me. Those breasts, the perfect fit in my hands and then this pussy that's so ready for me." Every single word makes me incredibly hot. Kian has a knack for making me embarrassed and hot at the same time. "Take him in," he whispers, leaning against the headboard of the bed. with his hands on my body, I move my pelvis forward to his lap and then position myself over his cock to slowly lower myself onto him. We both moan as he penetrates me bit by bit and I feel him filling me more and more. Oh God! "Fuck!" Kian moans as he's inside me full length. I hold still, adjusting to his size before moving my hips. "Oh yes baby!" Kian's lust turns me on to increase my moves. Again and again I realize how difficult it is for him to give me complete control. He presses his lips together, his eyes close again and again and the sweat slowly makes its way over his hot body. I'm no different. I, too, get the overwhelming feeling of how it feels inside me. When Kian slides a hand between our bodies, simulating me as well, I'm so close again. His muscles are tense whenever I sink onto him. Kian straightens up, approaches me to steal a hot and wet kiss I let out a surprised tone, which is immediately overtaken by the wave of lust. Burying his head in the hollow of my neck, panting, I feel his cock begin to twitch inside me. He pumps into me with quick and regular thrusts.

"I... will be... shortly," I blurt out. Five seconds later, the intense orgasm overtakes me. Also with Kian the orgasm is imminent and it comes in me. Kian pushes out of me, pulls me in for a deep kiss, then lifts me out of the bed with him and carries me into the shower with him. Where he dedicates himself extensively to my body and spoils me with a massage.

"I love you," Kian whispers in my ear. I kiss his shoulder with a smile and hug him tighter.

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The next morning I wake up alone in bed and look straight at the message I left from Kian on the pillow next to me. The note says he's in the Dark Palace. I immediately get a bad feeling. I don't like that Costello is still around. He's a prisoner now, but he's still Domenico Costello—an unpredictable person. And then there's his daughter Heaven Costello. It also certainly causes some problems that I don't even want to imagine.

The night with Kian made me forget what happened for a few hours. But forgetting is difficult and a long process. I sigh, get off the bed and slip back into Kian's clothes. I love wearing his clothes. Its scent envelops me like a blanket. With mixed feelings all day and the constant concern that Kian is close to this dangerous man, I call my father, who, downright relieved that I'm fine, starts to cry and makes me shed tears too.