เข้าสู่ระบบSensing that must have been it, Kyla didn't bring up the topic until nighttime, while the atmosphere was calm as they watched a movie.“Carlos,” she called softly.He hummed in response, his gaze steady on the screen, but his attention was on her. She could tell as his fingers gently played with her hair.“This morning, you went quiet after I talked about… children.”His fingers stopped working for a fraction of a second before continuing. His eyes finally met hers. That teasing look had slightly dimmed and was replaced with a slight tension.“I wasn’t upset,” he explained. “I was just caught… off guard.”Kyla sat up, fully facing him. “Did I say something wrong?”“No.” He sat up as well, his voice quite hesitant as he reached to hold her hand. “Don’t get me wrong, baby. I do imagine that kind of world with you: the mini us running in the house, their soft laughter blessing our world. I do want that,” he said, and a smile crept onto her face. “But… having such a dream does not ease th
Kyla’s loud moan shook the wall, mixing with Carlos’s sexy groan.He pulled out almost completely and thrust back in, hard and deep.Kyla felt him everywhere.The sensation hit straight to her skull, driving her dizzy. He didn’t stop, and she didn’t want him to. She needed him inside her, like a human needing air.“You did well,” he said, hip rising and slamming back down. “You did well, my sweet little good girl.”Kyla's lips parted, her moan rose as his pace increased. She felt the tightness coiling in her belly. Her body shook.She floated to the sky until the violent snap happened.Catching her breath, Kyla watched as Carlos approached the toys, well set on the large table. His gaze raked over them, and she saw how his gaze shifted to something dangerous and dark.His hands brushed them, one after the other, before pausing at the butt vibrator.His eyes glinted as they found hers again.“You sure wanna do this?” He asked, but Kyla was staring at his hardness. “Eyes up here, baby.”
Carlos’s hands were tied behind a chair, a blindfold tied firmly around his eyes, plunging him into darkness.He would be lying if he said he wasn’t dying with anticipation of what his newlywed wife was about to do.It was driving him crazy.The bathroom door slammed shut somewhere; the scent of fresh rain mixed with florals filled the air.Her steps were quiet, but he could feel her coming. He heard the gentle drop of cloth to the floor, his senses twisted at the scent of her arousal.Just the image of her dripping wet slick pussy was enough to make him grow dizzy with want.She hadn’t started, and he was already so hard. His shaft poked his dark trousers, painfully wanting to be inside her.Finally, he felt her hand on his exposed muscular chest, her fingers so soft and gentle. They travelled to his back, forearm, then around to his chest, teasing and exciting.She yanked his head back with a firm but gentle tug, his head pressed in between the swell of her breast. He felt the lace
CARLOSHe had never been this nervous in his entire life. Years of fearing nothing, even death, had shaped him. But this woman tearing up in front of him changed everything.After Michael and Chelsea’s wedding, Carlos found himself imagining Kyla in a white gown, beautiful as she walked down the aisle. He caught himself wanting to call her his wife, wanting her to be his legally.So he bought the ring. The diamond ring, whose design he chose himself. It had been sitting in his pocket for a month as he waited for the right time to propose.By his calculation, this day turned out to be perfect. She experienced three wonders. An award, the meteor storm, and his proposal.Tears welled in the eyes of the woman he loved.“Yes, Carlos. Yes!” she cried, letting him slide the ring onto her finger.Carlos straightened, cupped her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, teeth and tongues tangling until they were both breathless.“Is this a dream?” she sniffled, holding his hands.
The drive was long. Kyla fell asleep in his arms.When she woke again, she realized the car had already stopped. She searched Carlos’s face and found him watching her.“How was your sleep?” he asked softly.“Nice,” she said. “Why didn’t you wake me?”“Didn’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep.”“Or you like to watch me sleep. How do you enjoy that, though? I look weird and, as you said, I snore sometimes.”“You believed that?”Kyla’s eyes went wide. “I knew it. I knew you were teasing me.”“Shit. Now I’ll have to find another thing to tease you about. For the snoring part, you do that once in a blue moon when you are tired down to the marrow of your bones and end up sleeping in a weird position.”She snickered. “Maybe. I like watching you sleep, too. You’re less bossy.”“You don’t like me being bossy?” His eyes darkened slightly.“Who said I don’t?” she smirked and leaned to bite his ear.They stepped out, and Kyla froze when she saw a helicopter waiting for them. They got in, and Ca
Carlos forgot to breathe. The world narrowed to her face, to the small smile on her lips, to the way her fingers were still tangled in his hair. “Kyla,” he called as he straightened and cupped her cheek. “Hey. Remember me?” She nodded. “Of course. I remember you, Mr. Redd.” Relief washed over him.“That’s my girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Welcome back. You did well.” She sniffled, caressing his hands. “How long was I unconscious?” “Two months.” Guilt flashed in her eyes, then happiness. “I heard you every day. This memory of you. It wasn’t mine. I fought it and…” “It’s okay.” Carlos kissed her cheek. “Thank you for coming back.” “And thank you for waiting.” “Always, Wildling. I’m never leaving.” She swallowed, as if wanting to say more. He knew that look, the kind that was afraid to let him leave again. “I love you,” he said without hesitation. Kyla released a breath as if she had been holding it in. Tears dropped from her eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve w
Kyla's breath quickened at his question. Definitely something was different about him tonight. The way he acts, talks, and stares at her with raw intention makes it seem like it was someone else standing in front of her. Not the man that does everything to resist her.Does he have a twin? Or this
After they both left, around the corner of the next table was Jayden. His fists clenched on his table until his knuckles turned white.Carlos really did touch Kyla? His girl? And she didn't flinch?Here he was waiting for Kyla's call or message after what happened yesterday. She should be finding
KYLACarlos was all over her head, grating her skull with an annoying persistency. She tried to control herself around him, but it was nearly impossible. His look, voice, poise, and those veiny arms she dreamt of holding her someday—they all drove her nuts.And last night. She knew.She knew Carlo
“What would you like to have for breakfast, sir?” “Cereals would do,” Carlos replied without glancing up from his screen. He cracked his neck, reaching for his morning black coffee, just the way he likes it.He’d decided to stay home today, so Taylan’s details were sent to his email, along with ho







