Chapter 12

Kairi moaned and stiffened. "I love when you do that."

"I can tell." Carefully, gauging her response, he explored her. Her

hips lifted against him. He let her feel his breath first, then his

gentle nuzzling, and before she could really prepare for it, the

bold lash of his tongue.

"Oh my, oh my," she repeated over and over again.

He would have grinned at her words if he hadn't been nearly

incoherent with need. He was gentle, wanting to bring her slowly to

her climax. She moaned, her hips twisting. He locked his arms around

her hips and held her steady while he took his fill, while he

indulged every wild fantasy he'd ever concocted about her.

Sora felt so full, so ready to burst that he hurt. But he wouldn't

have stopped, wouldn't have cheated Kairi no matter what. He wanted

to devastate her, wanted her to remember this and him for the rest

of her life. He wanted her to accept him on every level.

Kairi kept arching against him, the hungry, raw sounds she made

urging him on and finally it was too much for him. He found her most

sensitive flesh and drew softly on her, treating her to acute,

nearly overwhelming sensations. And with a wild cry, she climaxed.

He felt the trembling of her body. It went on and on and he knew,

not only wouldn't she forget, but neither would he. She was better

than any fantasy.

She was his.

When Kairi finally quieted, Sora pressed one last, soft lingering

kiss on her flesh and moved up beside her. Her mouth was lax, her

lips open as she breathed deeply, tempting him. He bent and kissed

her. Her heavy, deep brown eyes barely opened. Her gaze was

slumberous, soft.

Sora kissed her again, harder this time, cupping her jaw and

thrusting his tongue in so that she tasted herself, so that she

understood his possession. Kairi gave a small, startled sound of

surprise, and lifted limp hands to his shoulders. "You're mine," he

said, sounding savage when he didn't mean to.

Her eyes opened a little wider, staring.

Sora knew he had to get a grip or he'd have her fighting him for no

reason at all. Kairi didn't take orders well and never had. She

tended to buck any type of authority. If he wanted her to marry him

— and he did — then he needed to ask her with all of the fanfare she

deserved.

That would require a modicum of normal intelligence, but until he

sated his own needs, he wouldn't be able to think at all, much less

intelligently.

He shoved himself up to sit at the side of the bed and jerked open

the nightstand drawer.

Hesitantly, Kairi asked, "What are you doing?"

"Getting a condom." He turned back to her with the condom in his

hand. "I'm staking a claim."

Kairi looked from his face to the small foil packet. An impish grin

spread across her face. "Well! It's about damn time, Sora!"

And then she had hold of him and was pulling him back into the bed

and all Sora could do was give her her way...