Her Rebirth.

NSFW

The wedding had soon come to an end. The wedding after-party was still ongoing, but Kai and I had chosen to leave because we had other things to do... alone.

The door shut behind me with a soft click, and for a moment, neither of us moved. A wide smile was etched on both our lips, and I could see his eyes wide in disbelief that we were, in actuality, married.

I stood still, my back to the door. My breath caught somewhere between anticipation and awe. Kai was in front of me in seconds, undoing his tie with one hand as his other gently cupped my face.

"We are really married, Butterfly," he whispered, voice low and reverent. "Even now... it still doesn’t feel real."

I smiled, my fingers skimming the edge of his jaw. "Then remind yourself."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Kai’s lips met mine, it was filled with hunger, but it didn’t stay for long on my lips. His lips trailed down my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to give him more access, elongating my throat so he could kiss down the expanse of it and suck my skin in that way that had me shaking, hot waves of pleasure throbbing between my legs.

His hands, usually so precise and cold, trembled slightly as they found the zipper of my gown, sliding it down with excruciating care. The fabric slipped off my shoulders, and I let it fall, standing before him. I could feel his heated gaze on me, like I was the goddess he never believed he could worship.

He captured my mouth with a searing kiss again, then he broke away, and I was breathless as he pressed his forehead to mine.

"Let’s take a shower," he said in a husky voice that left me mildly disappointed.

Why start if you knew we were going to stop midway? I protested inwardly, and as if reading my thoughts, he chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, Butterfly. We have the whole night to ourselves."

I felt heat move across my cheek.

I still couldn’t believe I turned into a blushing mess anytime he said things like this. I should be used to it by now.

I quickly rushed into the bathroom, and Kai didn’t follow me, probably because he knew that if he did, we might not end up showering but rather get busy with something else.

Fifteen minutes passed, and I was already out, a towel tied around my bust. I felt his heated gaze on me again and I gulped; without touching me, I could feel my fluids dripping down my thighs.

As if sensing my arousal, he chuckled but said nothing. He just walked past me and went to the bathroom.

I sighed.

I walked to a particular drawer and pulled it open. Lying in there was a box. I picked up the box and placed it on the table, then opened it.

In the box was a red lace lingerie set—one that Sera had teasingly sent months ago.

Kai had hidden it after I’d threatened to throw it away, but he didn’t know that I knew he hid it. I just pretended not to.

I picked up the lingerie and put it on, while also thinking if I was really going to subject myself to whatever I was doing.

Once I was done putting it on, I turned to the floor-length mirror—

And I gasped.

In pride, actually.

I was truly sexy. Kai was right—Sera’s got good eyes.

The bathroom door opened, and I turned towards it. I saw Kai, his eyes dilated in obvious desire, like he wanted to eat me up that very moment.

He raked his hand through his wet hair.

"At this point, you’re going to make me skip foreplay and ram into you, Butterfly," he muttered, his voice laced with pure hunger.

I swallowed hard, and my thighs pressed together instinctively.

His gaze raked over me from the delicate red lace barely covering my breasts to the matching panties clinging to my hips. His jaw clenched, and he exhaled sharply through his nose like he was barely restraining himself.

But then he smiled, it was lazy and wicked, and I knew he wasn’t going to make it easy for me.

Kai walked toward me with slow steps, like a predator playing with his prey. I stood still, my breath shallow, body tingling with need as he circled behind me.

His hand brushed my bare shoulder.

"You really put this on for me?" he murmured against my neck. "Were you just hoping I’d lose control the second I saw you?"

My breath hitched.

He chuckled.

"Hmm. Thought so."

His fingers traced the edge of the lace strap at my shoulder, sliding it down ever so slightly. I could feel the heat of his body behind me, not touching, just close enough to make me ache.

"Kai..." I whispered, leaning back into him. "Don’t tease."

"But teasing is half the fun," he said. Then I felt his finger slide to my panties, his fingers brushing my clit. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you put this on."

He applied pressure to my clit, and my lips parted on a moan. I saw a triumphant smile forming on his lips. He moved faster, and before I knew it, I was grinding my hips against his fingers.

My moans became louder, and I found myself getting so close when he pulled his hand away.

"Fuck, Kai!" I cursed angrily before I even realized it.

He didn’t say anything, but I still saw the smug smile on his lips in the mirror. He raised his fingers and licked them with his tongue.

"You taste really sweet, Butterfly."

Of course he had to say something that would make me all giddy again.

He turned me around and kissed me again, his tongue plunging deep into mine, his teeth biting and nibbling but not hard enough to draw blood.

I could see it in his eyes—pure desire, barely leashed. He pulled away, then cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to his. "Do you know how hard it was not to follow you into that shower?"

His hand drifted down, fingers trailing over my throat, between the valley of my breasts, over the lace covering my stomach. I shivered.

"Why didn’t you?" I asked.

He smirked, backing me up step by step until my legs hit the edge of the bed. "Oh, Butterfly," he murmured, pushing me down gently so I was sitting, legs parted slightly. "I wanted to make sure I took my sweet, sweet time with you. I’m going to break you so bad that the only words leaving these pretty lips of yours will be how you so desperately want my dick inside of you."

His hands splayed on my thighs, thumbs pressing in circles that made my breath catch. Then, with excruciating slowness, he sank to his knees in front of me.

My eyes widened.

"Kai—"

"Shh," he said in a deep and commanding voice. "If I don’t taste you right now, I’ll lose my goddamn mind."

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of the lace panties and pulled them down, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. And then, without hesitation, he leaned in.

His mouth met me with a hunger that stole the breath from my lungs.

Tongue, lips, fingers—he devoured me like he was starving, like I was the only thing that had ever truly satisfied him. I cried out, back arching off the bed, one hand fisting in his wet hair, the other grabbing the sheets.

And through it all, Kai kept his eyes on me, watching every reaction like it was a reward.

When I shattered, he didn’t stop—not right away. He kept licking, slower now, coaxing every last tremble from my body before finally pulling away.

He rose to his feet, licking his bottom lip, smug and wrecked all at once. "Have I ever told you that you look so pretty being so horny for me, my Butterfly?"

I barely had time to breathe before he scooped me into his arms and tossed me higher on the bed like I weighed nothing.

He crawled over me, caging me in with his body. "Should I take a picture, hmm?" he whispered, voice pure sin. "We could frame it."

"K—"

Before I could even properly reply, his mouth descended on mine, claiming every part of me. It was deep, messy, tongue sweeping into me like he owned the space; like I belonged to him. And I did. Every inch of me was trembling, aching, wet with need.

I felt the hard press of him through his towel, thick and ready, nudging against my thigh.

His hand slipped between my legs again, fingers sliding through my slick folds like he was testing how ready I was.

"God, you’re soaked already," he growled into my mouth. "You wanted this the second I walked in, didn’t you? My dirty little bride."

I gasped as two fingers slid inside me, curling instantly, rubbing that spot he always knew how to find. My back arched, hips rolling into him.

"Kai—please—"

He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean again, eyes fixed on me the entire time.

"You taste like fucking heaven," he said with a crooked smirk, then dropped the towel.

And there he was. it was thick and heavy. Fully hard and flushed deep red, with precum dripping at the tip. My mouth went dry.

He pumped himself slowly once, twice, watching my eyes as he did.

"You ready to take all of me, Butterfly?" he asked, voice rough with restraint. "Because I’m not going to be gentle tonight. I’ve waited too damn long."

I nodded, breathless. "I want it. I want you."

That was all it took.

Kai lined himself up and pushed in slowly, deliberately, inch by inch. The stretch burned in the best way, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that spilled from my lips. My walls clenched around him involuntarily.

"Fuck," he hissed, his head dropping to my shoulder. "You’re so tight... like you were made to take me."

When he was fully seated inside, buried to the hilt, he didn’t move right away. He held himself there, forehead resting against mine, breath shaky. There was something almost reverent in the way he looked at me as though he couldn’t believe I was real.

"This is our first night as husband and wife," he murmured. "I’m going to ruin you, Amelia."

And then he pulled back and slammed into me so hard I cried out.

Again. And again.

Each thrust hit deep, rocking the bed, the headboard tapping rhythmically against the wall. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, allowing him to go even deeper.

My nails dragged down his back, leaving marks, but he didn’t stop. If anything, it spurred him on.

"You like this, don’t you?" he panted. "You like being fucked like you belong to me."

"Y-yes—!"

"Say it," he demanded, slowing just to the edge of torture. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours, Kai," I moaned. "Only yours."

He growled and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to get an even deeper angle. The new position made me sob with pleasure as he pounded into me mercilessly.

My climax built fast—tightening, coiling like a storm.

And he felt it.

"That’s it," he groaned. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

I shattered.

My body convulsed around him, walls fluttering in spasms as the orgasm ripped through me like wildfire. My vision went white. I screamed his name.

Kai didn’t stop, chasing his own release. The way my body clenched around him had him gasping, thrusts growing sloppy, desperate.

"Fuck—fuck—Butterfly—"

He came with a low groan, hips stuttering as he spilled inside me. I felt the warmth flood deep, and he stayed there, buried to the hilt, until he finally collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest.

His hand ran up and down my back as he pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

"My wife," he said quietly, in awe. "Mine."