by Louise Hall
She squeezed him so hard it was almost painful. “Is that what you wanted, angel?”
“Yes,” Cate croaked. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” She was wriggling her hips underneath him, trying to get him to move again but he wanted to savour the feeling of being buried inside his wife.
Right now, he’d tell her anything she fucking wanted.
“You’re mine,” she rasped.
“I’m yours.” He didn’t even have to think about it. “Of course, I’m fucking yours.”
“Every single part of you is mine,” she said possessively.
Kian recognised the beautiful gift she was giving him. She was showing him that even after everything he’d told her in the last couple of days, she still wanted him. He couldn’t wait any longer. His free hand slid down to her breast, he squeezed her soft flesh, his thumb strumming her plump nipple.
“Mine,” he grunted.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Yours.”
“Yours,” he thrust again, the headboard crashing against the wall.
“Mine.”
He closed his eyes, trying really hard not to climax but then he suddenly felt like he was falling. “Oof,” she giggled beneath him and when he looked down, they’d rolled off the bed and were lying on the carpet.
“Are you OK, angel?”
“I think so,” she giggled.
He bent his head and suckled on her tightly-budded nipple. He could tell that she was close so he reached between them and stroked her clit.
“Kian!” Cate cried, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her joints locked and then she trembled and shook in his arms, squeezing him from root to tip, demanding that he give her everything he had.
As she came down from the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, Kian grunted out her name. The sound was so raw and primal. His hard, muscular body strained above her. He thrust twice more, embedding his cock so deeply inside of her, it was just on the right side of pleasure/pain. Sweat poured off him, splashing onto her skin. She watched in awe as erotic pleasure twisted up his handsome features and then he came, filling up every inch of her.
Afterwards, he rested his heavy head between her soft breasts. It was all he could do just to brace himself on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her slender body.
“What was that?” Cate whispered. He’d released her wrists and she ran her fingers through his damp hair. “That was the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“You see me,” he grunted. “You’ve seen every part of me now and yet you still want me.”
“I will always want you, Kian.” Cate tugged his head up from between her breasts, looking at her amazing husband. “You’re mine.”
He’d made her tell him that she was his so many times but the fact that she was claiming him so possessively made warmth spread out across his chest.
“I’m yours.” He brushed his lips against hers. He was so fucking exhausted but he needed one more taste.
“I’m sorry, angel,” he sighed. “I should probably pull out and put us back on the bed.”
Cate pushed at his shoulder, rolling them over so he was lying on his back and she was on top of him. “I’m OK here. You can be my pillow.”
She reached up and tugged the sheet off the bed so they were covered.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he scowled.
She winked at him, “the best kind of sore.”
“Mommy, why are you and Daddy lying on the floor?”
Still half-asleep, Cate quickly checked that both she and Kian were covered by the duvet. “We’re…”
Lola appeared behind her sister. “Sierra, Mats wants to use one of your dolls for an experiment. I think he said something about a guillotine. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Mateo Warner” Sierra turned and ran down the hallway towards her bedroom. “You are not allowed in my bedroom!”
“Thanks,” Cate mouthed at Lola.
Lola smirked, “why don’t the two of you get washed and dressed and we’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.”
The End
Dear Reader,
Wow, I definitely would not have believed when I first started thinking about these two characters all those years ago and the unlikely love story between a superstar footballer and a shy, book nerd that I’d write seven books about them.
It felt bittersweet typing those last two words but I think I’ve put them through enough for now, I’m going to let them enjoy a little bit of time of “unicorns and rainbows.”
Although I’m not leaving the Klein-Warner world completely behind because my new series, Ohana Girls features the next generation: Lola, Amelie, Sofia and Sierra and I’m really excited to write about their adventures all across America.
One thing that remains true from the very first book to now though is that I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you who have either bought my books or read them through Kindle Unlimited. Thank you so much!
Finally, I want to take this opportunity to thank two of the people in my life who’ve always supported me and encouraged my lifelong love of reading and creating stories.
To Nana, who sadly is no longer with us but read my early attempts and reminded me to think not just about what my characters are doing but also what they’re feeling. I will always be thankful for our trips to the library and our kitchen counter chats and I miss you each and every day.
To my mum and number one supporter, I can’t even begin to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve read everything I’ve ever written and given me useful feedback and you’re a legend for keeping me stocked with Amazon gift cards (thank you!). I’m really sorry for making you watch that hip dermal piercing video on YouTube. I definitely love you more than mushrooms.
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All the best,
Louise
