Guys, this is author's cousin . Actually she doesn't know how to write intimate and dark romance, so I am writing it .
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Keifer's POV
The house is already quiet when we step inside.
The good kind of quiet.
I glance toward the hallway and notice the lights off, doors closed. Keigan's shoes are kicked off near the stairs, Keiren's bag dropped like he forgot gravity exists, and Eces's room door is shut—light completely gone.
"They're asleep," I murmur.
Jay nods softly beside me, exhaustion finally catching up to her. She looks beautiful even like this—tired, glowing, still unreal.
Before she can say anything else,
I bend down and scoop her up.
"Keifer—!" she gasps, instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck.
I grin. "Careful, wife."
The word slips out so naturally it makes her freeze.
Her cheeks heat instantly. I feel it before I even see it.
I carry her down the hall, every step deliberate, like I want to memorize the weight of her in my arms. When we reach our room, I nudge the door open with my foot, step inside, and kick it shut behind us.
Then I lock it.
Not because I need to—
but because it feels right.
I gently sat her down on the bed, hovering just long enough to look at her properly. Her eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, still flustered.
"What?" I ask, pretending innocence.
She shakes her head, trying to hide her smile. "You keep calling me that."
I tilt my head. "Calling you what?"
She swallows. "Your wife."
I lean closer, resting my forehead against hers, voice low and teasing. "Because you are."
That does it.
Her blush deepens, spreading across her cheeks, down her neck. She looks away, embarrassed, and I can't help the quiet laugh that escapes me.
God.
This is real.
I brush my thumb gently over her cheek, my tone softening. "Hey," I say, sincere now. "We're home."
She looks back at me then, eyes warm, steady.
I catch the way she stiffens just a little, eyes flicking up to mine, and I immediately soften my tone—even though the grin stays.
"Well," I say, voice playful, dragging the moment just enough, "it is our first night."
Her breath hitches. Just a bit.
I lift a brow, enjoying this far too much. "And you're officially my wife now."
Her face goes red all over again. "Keifer—"
I didn't let her complete,
I kissed her hard , raw and dominating. I felt her melting and surrendering into the kiss .
Her lips were soft and tasted like the vanilla cake , the same one she stole from my plate .
Her hands wrapped around my neck deepening the kiss . And my hands wrapped around her waist pulling he closer , until there was no air between us .
She fit in right there , in my chest , against me .
I tilted my head , giving the angle of my mouth, just the way she likes .
And just like that she deepen the kiss .
I smiled against her lips .
Oh God ! I have never felt like this before.
We have kissed several times but still, this feeling is like -------- something you can't express in words .
We pulled back , forehead still resting against each other .
" I was waiting for this wifey , for a long time ." I whispered.
" Me too Keifer , I love you . More than you think." She admitted, cupping my jaw .
" I love you Jay , until scientists find the end of the universe." I captured her mouth in a kiss again .
This kiss wasn't like before, it was soft , unhurried , like both of us presented all the emotions that we couldn't speak.
My mouth trailed down , to her jaw , throat , collarbone, and stopped at the top of her dress .
" Shit ! Jay , this dress is getting in the middle of what I want . Let me remove it ." I looked at her eyes , asking for her permission.
" Keifer, last time I stopped you because I wasn't ready , but now I am only yours and I am ready too ."
I kissed her once again while my hands worked with her zip .
I unpinned it smoothly and we broke apart.
I removed her dress and placed it aside on the floor .
She sat in front of me just in her undies, blushing.
I stood from the bed , my eyes never leaving her . I removed my coat , then my shirt .
After that my hands worked on my belt .
I removed it slowly, watching Jay blushing with eyes wide .
The belt fell on the floor with a thud .
I removed my pants and Jay looked away and swallowed hard .
My pants pooled down and fell on the floor , leaving me in my dark trousers.
" Jay , look towards me wifey ." I demanded and she did .
I sat on the bed .
( Next part is written by me , author's cousin)
"Cold?" I asked, noticing the goosebumps that had risen on her arms.
She shook her head, but a shiver ran through her.
"Nervous, then." I didn't phrase it as a question. I reached out, my fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her skin was incredibly soft, like the petals of a rose. "That's alright. I understand."
Her eyes, still wide, met mine. "Do you? Truly?"
"Yes, truly." I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low murmur. "It's a big step. A first step. And I promise you, Jay, I will be gentle. Every step of the way."
My thumb stroked her cheek, a slow, comforting motion. She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch, a small,
sigh escaping her lips. I watched her, the delicate flutter of her eyelids, the slight parting of her lips. Her vulnerability was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the composed and stubborn girl I knew.
I leaned closer still, my breath warm on her face. Her scent filled my senses, a potent elixir. I watched her lips, full and soft, a temptation I could no longer resist. I lowered my head, my lips brushing hers, a tentative, feather-light touch.
She gasped softly, a small, startled sound. Her lips were cool at first, then warmed as mine lingered. I didn't press, didn't demand. Just a soft, exploratory touch, allowing her to dictate the pace. After a moment, her lips parted slightly, an invitation.
I deepened the kiss, a slow, tender exploration. My tongue traced the seam of her lips, a gentle request. She hesitated, then her mouth opened further, a shy acceptance. My tongue slipped inside, a soft, probing dance against hers. Her taste was sweet, innocent, a mix of mint and something uniquely Jay. I savored it, drawing out the moment, teaching her with my mouth.
Her hands, which had been resting in her lap, slowly lifted, her fingers curling tentatively around my bare forearms. Her touch was hesitant, unsure, but present. I felt the warmth of her skin, the slight tremor in her hands. I continued the kiss, a slow, languid rhythm, letting her get accustomed to the feel, the taste, the intimacy. My lips moved over hers, sucking gently on her lower lip, then her upper. I felt her response, a soft sigh escaping her throat, her grip on my arms tightening ever so slightly.
I pulled back, just inches, my eyes searching hers. They were hazy, unfocused, and a dazed look that thrilled me. Her lips were swollen, glistening, a testament to our kiss.
"Better?" I whispered, my voice rough with desire, but still gentle.
She nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing shallow.
"Good." My gaze dropped to her breasts, visible beneath the delicate lace. They were high and firm, her nipples small, pale buds. My fingers, still holding hers, moved, drawing her hand to my chest, placing her palm flat against my skin, over my heart. She felt the rapid thrumming beneath her palm, the frantic beat that her presence evoked.
Her eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, then understanding. She felt my desire, undeniable and raw, yet held in check.
"You feel that?" I asked, my voice barely above a murmur. "That's for you, Jay. Only for you."
Her fingers splayed against my chest, her touch light, almost reverent. She traced the line of my chest , her touch sending shivers through me. I watched her face, the slow dawning of realization, the subtle shift in her expression from apprehension to a hesitant curiosity.
I lowered my head again, my lips trailing across her cheek, down her jawline, to the sensitive skin of her neck. I felt the pulse fluttering beneath my lips, a frantic beat. I licked the soft skin, tasting the subtle saltiness, then sucked gently, leaving a faint, warm mark. She arched her neck, a soft moan escaping her throat, a sound that resonated deep within me.
My hands, which had been resting on her hips, now slid upwards, beneath the delicate lace of her undies. The fabric was thin, barely there, offering no resistance. My fingers brushed against the warm skin of her lower back, then curved around her waist, pulling her gently closer until her body pressed against mine. I felt the soft swell of her belly, the delicate curve of her hips against my thighs.
"So soft," I murmured against her skin, my lips still tracing a path along her collarbone. My fingers, warm and knowing, found the elastic band of her undies. I hooked my thumbs under the lace, slowly, deliberately, pulling them down her hips. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, but didn't resist. Her hips shifted, a subtle, almost involuntary movement that aided my progress.
The lace slid down, pooling around her thighs, then her knees. I watched it fall, revealing the smooth, unblemished skin beneath. Her legs were long, shapely, and now completely bare. Her modesty, her last barrier, lay in a discarded heap around her ankles. She stood exposed, vulnerable, yet radiating a quiet strength.
Her gaze was fixed on mine, her eyes wide, a mixture of fear and an excitement swirling within them. I saw the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her nipples, now hard and erect, pressing against the lace of her bra.
"Beautiful," I breathed, my voice thick with emotion, my eyes devouring every inch of her. I reached down, my fingers brushing her soft thighs.
She shivered, a delicious tremor that ran through her entire body. Her legs trembled slightly, her weight shifting. I knew she was on the verge, teetering between fear and surrender.
"Lie down with me, Jay," I whispered, my voice a soft command, an invitation.
She nodded, her eyes still locked with mine, a silent agreement. I eased her back, her body sinking onto the cool, crisp sheets. She lay on her back, her arms still curled around my forearms, her gaze unwavering. I moved over her, supporting myself on my elbows, hovering above her.
My eyes roamed over her body, now fully revealed in the moonlight. Her breasts, full and round, rose with each rapid breath. Her stomach was flat, her hips flared gently, leading down to the soft, dark triangle between her legs. My gaze lingered there, at the heart of her vulnerability, the soft, mysterious folds.
"You're so perfect," I murmured, my voice hoarse. I lowered my head, my lips brushing her forehead, then her eyelids, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin. My hands, resting on either side of her head, tangled in her dark hair, pulling it gently away from her face.
Her hands moved, sliding from my forearms, up my shoulders, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. Her touch was still tentative, but gaining confidence.
"Keifer," she breathed, her voice a soft plea, a question.
"Yes, my love?" I responded, my lips brushing her ear, sending another shiver through her.
"I… I'm scared," she admitted, the words barely a whisper.
I pulled back slightly, my eyes meeting hers. "Scared of what, Jay?"
"Of… of the pain. Of not knowing. Of… disappointing you." Her voice broke on the last word, a fragile confession.
I shook my head, a slow, deliberate movement. "No pain, my love. Only pleasure. And you could never disappoint me. Never." I leaned down, kissing her softly, deeply, pouring all my reassurance into the touch. My tongue explored her mouth, a slow, sensual dance, drawing out her response. She met my tongue with hers, an eager exploration.
My hand left her hair, trailing down her neck, over her shoulder, to the curve of her breast. My fingers brushed the lace of her bra, a delicate barrier. I unhooked it, a simple click, and the lace fell away, revealing the full, unadorned beauty of her breasts. They spilled from the fabric, pale and lush, her nipples, now prominent and hard, begging for attention.
I lowered my head, my gaze fixed on her breasts. They were perfect. I licked my lips, the desire a burning within me. I leaned down, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from the hollow of her throat, down her sternum, to the soft swell of her breast. She gasped, her back arching slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips.
My mouth closed over one nipple, a gentle suction. I rolled it between my tongue and teeth, a soft, teasing pressure. She cried out, a raw, uninhibited sound that thrilled me. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I sucked harder, drawing her deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Her body convulsed, a delicious tremor that shook her from head to toe. Her hips arched, pushing against my trousers, a silent demand. I moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, suckling, licking, teasing, until both nipples were swollen and red, glistening with my saliva.
I moved lower, my lips trailing across her ribs, over the soft skin of her belly. Her stomach muscles tensed under my touch . I kissed the hollow of her navel, then moved lower, my breath warm on the soft skin between her legs.
She gasped, her legs falling open slightly, an unconscious invitation. I looked up, meeting her eyes. They were wide, glazed with desire, a complete surrender.
"Ready, my love?" I whispered, my voice rough with need.
She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes. Please."
I returned my attention to the soft skin , my fingers hovering over the delicate folds of her pussy. It was wet, glistening, a testament to her readiness. The scent of her, musky and sweet, rose to meet me, intoxicating. I saw the small, swollen nub of her clitoris, peeking out, a tiny pearl.I leaned down, my tongue touching her, a tentative, exploratory lick. She cried out, a sharp, surprised sound, her hips bucking upwards. I tasted her, a sweet, salty, musky flavor that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I licked again, more firmly, swirling my tongue around her clit, then sliding it down the wet folds.
She moaned, a continuous, breathless sound. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling, pressing me closer. I deepened the kiss, my tongue circling her clit, then flicking over it, a steady, rhythmic motion. Her body tensed, her legs wrapped around my head, pulling me tighter against her.
I heard the small, wet sounds of my mouth working on her, the soft squelching as my tongue moved over her slick flesh. Her breath hitched, a series of short, sharp gasps. I felt the tremors begin, a deep vibration that shook her entire body. Her hips rose, pressing harder against my face, her climax building, a raw, intense wave.
"Oh, Keifer! Oh, God!" she cried out, her voice strained, breathless.
I continued, relentlessly, my tongue flicking, sucking, until her body convulsed, her back arching violently, her legs clamping around my head. AÂ cry tore from her throat as she climaxed, a powerful, shuddering release. Her pussy pulsed around my mouth, a warm, wet gush. I swallowed, tasting her essence, savoring the raw, primal flavor.
She collapsed back onto the bed, breathless, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I pulled back, my face wet, my lips glistening. Her eyes, when they met mine, were hazy with pleasure, a soft, satisfied glow.
"Keifer," she whispered, her voice still shaky, filled with awe. "I… I didn't know."
I smiled, a slow, triumphant grin. "There's so much more to know, my love."
I rose, pulling off my dark trousers, letting them fall to the floor. My cock, hard and throbbing, sprung free, thick and engorged. I watched her eyes widen, her gaze fixed on my erection, a mixture of fascination and apprehension.
"Don't worry," I murmured, seeing the renewed fear in her eyes. "Slowly."
I moved over her again, positioning myself between her legs. Her pussy, still glistening and swollen from her climax, beckoned. I reached down, my fingers parting her wet folds, revealing the small, tight opening. I felt the warmth, the slickness.
I guided my cock to her entrance, the head pressing against her. She stiffened, a sharp intake of breath.
"Relax, my love," I whispered, my lips brushing her forehead. "Just breathe."
I pushed gently, slowly. The head of my cock, thick and unyielding, met resistance. Her muscles were tight, unyielding. I felt the stretch, the thin membrane. She whimpered, a small, pained sound.
I stopped, holding still, allowing her body to adjust, to relax around me. My eyes met hers, a silent question. She nodded, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, telling me to continue.
I pushed again, a slow, agonizingly gentle pressure. I felt the tear, a faint pop, and she cried out, a sharp, startled sound. Her body tensed, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
"Shhh, my love," I soothed, my lips kissing her temple, her cheek. "It's alright. Just breathe. It's over now."
I held still, allowing her to adjust, to feel the new sensation. My cock was now partially inside her, the head past the initial barrier, pushing against the tight, warm canal. I felt her muscles clench around me, a hot, demanding embrace.
After a moment, her breathing began to even out. Her grip on my shoulders loosened slightly. Her eyes, still tear-filled, met mine. A flicker of something new, something beyond fear, began to emerge.
"Can you… can you move?" she whispered, her voice still shaky.
"Only if you're ready," I responded, my voice thick with the effort of restraint.
She nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. "Yes. Please."
I began to move, a slow, almost imperceptible slide, pushing deeper into her tight, wet warmth. Inch by agonizing inch, I entered her, feeling her muscles stretch, accommodate, then slowly, deliciously, clench around me. She was incredibly tight, a virgin's embrace, a hot, wet glove.
She gasped, a soft, breathless sound, her body arching as I slowly, finally, buried myself to the hilt. My balls slapped gently against her tender flesh. I felt the incredible fullness, the warm, wet suction of her body around me. It was an exquisite agony, a pleasure so profound it bordered on pain.
I held still, giving her time to adjust to my full length. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Her body trembled beneath mine, a mixture of residual pain and burgeoning pleasure.
"Oh, God," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "You're… so big."
"And you're so tight," I murmured, my voice hoarse. I leaned down, kissing her, a deep, passionate kiss that devoured her soft cries. My tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of our bodies, an intimate, primal dance.
I began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust, pulling out almost completely, then sliding back in, deep and full. The friction was incredible, a slow burn that intensified with each movement. Her pussy, slick and tight, gripped me, milking me with every stroke.
"Keifer," she cried out, her voice ragged with pleasure. Her hips began to move with mine, tentatively at first, then with increasing abandon. She matched my rhythm, her body arching, thrusting upwards, meeting my every plunge.
The sounds of our bodies filled the quiet room: the soft *shlicking* of wet flesh, the rhythmic slap of my balls against her ass, her breathless moans, my own guttural grunts. The bed creaked under our movements, a rhythmic accompaniment to our passion.
I watched her face, illuminated by the moonlight, contorted in a mask of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her hair a dark fan against the white sheets. Sweat beaded on her forehead, glistening in the pale light.
I pounded into her, each thrust deeper, harder, faster. Her cries grew louder, more insistent. Her legs tightened around my waist, her heels digging into my flesh. Her pussy pulsed around me, a hot, wet tunnel of pure sensation.
"I'm… I'm coming," she gasped, her voice strained, breathless. Her body tensed, her hips bucking wildly beneath me.
I felt her muscles clench, a deep, internal shudder. She cried out, a long, drawn-out scream of pure ecstasy as her climax ripped through her. Her body spasmed around me, her pussy contracting, milking every last drop of sensation from my cock.
I felt my own climax building, a relentless, powerful surge. Her orgasm pushed me over the edge, the raw intensity of it shattering my control. I roared, a primal sound, and plunged into her one last time, deep and hard, emptying myself into her warm, wet depths. My seed pulsed into her, hot and thick, filling her with my essence.
I collapsed onto her, breathless, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my own release. My cock, still buried deep inside her, throbbed, slowly softening. Her body was soft and yielding beneath mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
After a moment, I shifted, rolling onto my side, pulling her with me. She curled into my chest, her head resting on my shoulder, her body still trembling faintly. Her pussy, slick and wet, still cradled my cock, a warm, intimate embrace.
"Are you alright, my love?" I whispered, my lips brushing her hair.
She nodded, a small, content sound. "More than alright. I… I never knew." Her voice was soft, filled with wonder. She lifted her head, her eyes, still hazy with passion, met mine. A soft smile played on her lips, a newfound confidence blooming in her gaze. "Thank you, Keifer."
I kissed her forehead, a soft, tender kiss. "The first of many, my love. Many."
She slept in my embrace.
I stood slowly, careful not to startle her .
I went to my wardrobe, picking up my hoodie and make Jay wear it softly, it covered her completely .
And then I slept peacefully.
The moonlight still streamed through the window, but now it seemed warmer, softer, illuminating a new beginning. We lay entwined, our bodies still joined, the scent of sex and sweat a rich, heady perfume in the quiet room. The world outside, with its demands and expectations, felt miles away. Here, in the soft glow of the moon, only we existed, bound by a raw, profound intimacy that had just begun to unfold.
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Spoilers for next chapter
~ Innocent questions ( chapter 44 )
~ Lunch ( chapter 45 )
~ Questions and Exam ( chapter 46 )
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