Two Halves (Cate & Kian Book 2)

by Louise Hall

  “I thought you’d forgotten your promise,” Cate frowned, folding her arms across her chest.

  “I never forget promises like that,” Kian whispered in her ear, quickly taking her wrists and securing them behind her back. As he kissed down her neck, Cate felt him thicken between her legs. “Don’t move,” he warned, nipping at the skin just above her collarbone before soothing it with his tongue. She was so, so tempted to grind her hips against his cock. She could feel him, hot and heavy, against her inner thigh.

  He slowly licked her hard nipple through her nightgown. Cate’s head fell back, “please.”

  “Is that good, angel?” He chuckled, his breath teasing her damp skin.

  “Yes,” Cate cried.

  Kian sucked her nipple into his mouth, working it with his tongue. With his free hand, he hitched her nightgown up around her waist so the only barrier between them was her panties.

  “Are you wet?” Kian grunted.

  “Yes,” Cate bit her lip; she could feel the moisture coating her inner thighs. With her hands still restrained behind her back, Kian hooked his fingers inside the crotch of her panties. The strip of dark hair between her legs was slick with arousal. He watched her intently as his thumb breached her cleft.

  “Please,” Cate cried, her pupils dilated. Her hips jerked involuntarily.

  “You’re not wet enough yet, angel,” Kian let go of her wrists. “Take off your gown.” Cate pulled it up over her head and tossed it on the floor. “Lay down on your front.”

  Cate dutifully lay down on the mattress, wincing a little when her aching nipples grazed the cotton sheets.

  “You made me a promise earlier.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  Kian leaned forward so his chest was suspended just above her back; she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He slowly traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “Hold on to the pillow.”

  Cate reached up and gripped the pillow beneath her head.

  As his lips trailed kisses down her spine, he slid his hands inside her panties, kneading her buttocks. “You said I could do whatever I wanted,” Kian reminded Cate.

  He slid her panties down her trembling legs and chucked them on the floor. Then he lifted her up by the waist and positioned her so her legs were folded underneath. Cate felt exposed; her butt was up in the air. Kian slid his hands slowly up her inner thighs. “Relax, angel.”

  He parted the lips of her pussy with his thumbs. “So fucking beautiful,” he groaned, before flattening his tongue and licking her from her anus to her clit.

  As his thumbs spread her silky wetness all over her pussy, he pushed his tongue inside her. “Kian,” Cate yelped, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath them. His thumb pushed down on her swollen clit as he fucked her with his tongue. He felt her orgasm build; her legs began to tremble and the walls of her pussy contracted around his tongue. “Come for me, Cate,” he grunted.

  As Cate came down from her orgasm, Kian gently straightened her legs. He rubbed his hands up her legs to get the blood flowing again. He planted kisses on the soles of her feet; her toenails were still painted with little England flags, her ankles, the backs of her knees and her damp, inner thighs. “Mm,” she sagged into the mattress; she felt so relaxed.

  Kian pressed his mouth between her legs again. She was so wet. He trailed his tongue from her clit to her anus. He parted her buttocks and licked the puckered skin around her hole in slow, teasing strokes. He’d played with her there before but tonight he wanted to go further.

  As his fingers dug almost painfully into the flesh of her buttocks, Cate began to writhe beneath him. She was surprised by how much this was turning her on. The juxtaposition of him touching this taboo part of her body so reverently; the gentle licks and kisses while he held her down, pinning her hips firmly to the mattress. The feelings building inside of her were so intense.

  “I want this,” Kian said, his breath swirling over her sensitive skin. “Tonight.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. It was a little scary because they’d never done this before but she was a romance-junkie and so she knew from the books she’d read that if it was done right, it had the potential to be mind-blowing. Kian wasn’t just some random fling; he was her husband, her best friend, the father of her child; she trusted him completely.

  “OK,” she nodded.

  She felt something cool drip inside her anus; it was the strangest sensation. “It’s just lube,” he explained. She felt him gently stroke her hole with his thumb, applying a little bit of pressure. “Relax, angel.”

  Cate took several deep breaths, trying to relax her muscles.

  Kian slid his fingertip inside, gently rimming her tight, little hole. “Mm,” Cate buried her face in the pillow. There was a slight burn as she struggled to adjust to the intrusion of his finger.

  As he worked his finger deeper inside her bottom, Kian gently rubbed the small of her back with his other hand. Her pale skin was covered in goose bumps. “You’re doing so good, angel.”

  After what had happened at the World Cup, he needed this tonight – he needed to prove that Cate belonged to him.

  When his finger was buried deep between her buttocks, Kian stilled, letting her get used to feeling him like this. “How does it feel?”

  “Tight,” Cate gritted her teeth.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” she shook her head, “I want to do this.”

  He slowly moved his finger around, stretching her. Fuck, she was so tight.

  As he played with her, Cate slowly got used to the feel of something there. The burn she’d felt when he’d first penetrated her had receded and now with every movement of his finger, even though he wasn’t touching them directly, her nipples and clit tingled.

  “So fucking good, angel.”

  Eventually she grew impatient with his gentle stroking and wriggled her bottom against his hand.

  He grinned, realising she was ready for more. Kian slowly slid his finger out of her anus and reached for the bottle of lube again. He squirted some more inside his wife, making her shudder as the cool liquid slithered over her sensitive tissues. Then he reached down and rubbed it over his cock, making it glisten.

  Kian kissed between his wife’s shoulder blades as he parted her buttocks again. She felt the blunt head of his cock push against her tight, little hole. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” Cate whimpered. His cock felt so big.

  “If you want me to stop at any time,” he said, “just say the word, OK?”

  “Mm,” Cate mumbled.

  Kian stilled, “I need to hear you say it, angel?”

  “OK,” she stuttered. “Kian, please.”

  “I’m going to make you feel so good, angel,” Kian groaned. He pushed inside her; the head of his cock swallowed up by her tight, little ring. “Ah,” she yelped, her body struggling to accommodate his thick girth. “It’s OK,” he said softly, stroking her hips. “Just relax, angel.”

  Cate dug her fingernails into the pillow underneath her head. Her body felt like it was being stretched beyond its limits.

  Kian struggled to remain focused; the feel of her bottom stretched around his cock felt fucking incredible.

  When he was buried deeply inside his wife’s slender body, he stopped. His heavy balls slapped against her damp sex.

  “Are you OK?” he asked gently, turning her so that he could see her beautiful, black eyes.

  “I will be,” Cate winced. “It’s just so intense.”

  Kian let his hands roam over her body. This wasn’t just about him staking a claim on her sexy ass; he wanted to make her feel good too. He slid his hands under her torso, cupping her soft, warm breasts. He toyed with her nipples, twisting and pinching them until they were stiff, rosy peaks.

  He dropped a hand between her legs. “Kian,” Cate whimpered. But he didn’t touch her straight away; he cupped her mound, letting her feel the heat and strength of his hand.

  He slowly began
to move against her. With every thrust, aching clit rubbed up against the heel of his hand. “Ah,” Cate cried, “Kian!” Her legs trembled beneath him.

  He slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Fuck, through the thin membrane, he could feel his cock thrusting inside her bottom. He crooked his fingers, hitting her g-spot. As the orgasm ripped through her body, he kissed her hungrily, pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

  He continued thrusting into her spent body, knowing he had to be so careful not to hurt her. With her ragged breaths against his mouth, her arousal spilling over on to his hand and her tight little bottom hugging his cock, it wasn’t too long before he came, filling up her arse with his release.

  Completely spent, he slid out of her body and fell back on the mattress. Cate curled up on her side, facing away from him.

  “Are you OK?” Kian asked when he could speak again. “Cate?”

  “I’m fine,” Cate mumbled, her face almost buried in the pillow.

  Kian felt sick. “Angel, did I hurt you? Please look at me.”

  “You didn’t hurt me,” Cate insisted, keeping her back to Kian. “I promise.”

  “Then why won’t you look at me?”

  “I feel really vulnerable right now,” Cate said quietly. “I’ve given you every part of me.”

  “I’ll cherish everything that you’ve given me,” Kian said. He reached down and gently kissed his wife’s bare shoulder. “I love you, Cate. You’re my first half.”

  He went into the bathroom and filled the bath; he used Cate’s favourite bath oil, filling the air with the scent of jasmine. When he came back into the bedroom, she was still curled up on the bed in the foetal position. It scared the crap out of him to see her like that; he worried again that he’d gone too far. He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, settling them both in the warm bath, Cate nestled on his lap.

  “Angel?” Kian asked, running his hands over her body. She felt really small, fragile.

  “I’m OK,” Cate said quietly, resting her head against his chest. “You’ve got the power to really hurt me.”

  Kian felt sick, “I thought you said…”

  “No,” Cate put her fingers to his lips. “Please Kian, I promise you didn’t hurt me tonight. You know how far to push me and you never go beyond that, never. I trust you. I’m not talking about physically; I’m talking about my heart, my soul.” She reached for the palm of his hand. “You hold my heart right here. It would be so easy for you to crush it.”

  Kian leaned against the back of the bath, snuggling Cate against his chest; he undid her braid and stroked his fingers through her inky-black hair. The guilt weighed heavily on him. He’d pushed her to be so open, so vulnerable with him tonight. It would hurt her so much more when she found out the truth.

  “Mummy?” Lola’s voice came through the baby monitor. When they locked the door, their bedroom was soundproofed so they kept the monitor switched on, in case Lola needed them.

  Cate sat up wearily; her body ached in lots of weird and wonderful places.

  “I’ll go,” Kian said, kissing the top of her head. “You stay here.”

  He quickly dried off and pulled on a pair of tracksuit bottoms that were on top of the laundry basket.

  As Cate watched him go, she settled back against the bath. Even though the water was still warm, she couldn’t stop shivering. She had this feeling in her gut that something wasn’t quite right; Kian had come back from the World Cup different somehow. In the early hours of the morning, he’d been wild and feral, ripping off her clothes and fucking her roughly. Tonight was the same. She felt like he was fighting some kind of darkness; she just wished she knew what it was.

  She rested her head on the lip of the bath. “I’m thirsty, Daddy,” Lola said.

  “Come on then, let’s get you some water.”

  When Kian came back, Cate was almost asleep. “Come here,” he chuckled, lifting her up.

  “Did she go back to sleep?” Cate asked, stifling a yawn.

  “Yeah,” Kian grinned, drying her off with a fluffy, warm towel from the airing cupboard.

  As she made to walk back into the bedroom, she felt a dull ache in her bottom. “Ouch,” she winced.

  The only way she could walk without it hurting was like a bow-legged cowboy. Kian laughed when he saw her. “Not funny,” Cate scowled, “it’s your fault.”

  He scooped her up and laid her down on the bed. “You’re wrong, you know?”

  Cate looked up. “Wrong?”

  “It wouldn’t be easy for me to crush your heart.”

  CHAPTER 5

  A few days after Kian got back from the World Cup, they flew to Italy on holiday. The villa they would be staying in was owned by the family of Cate’s brother-in-law, Vincenzo. One of Vincenzo’s aunts, Lucia, lived nearby and met them at the airport to give them the keys. She’d already been out to the villa to change the linens and stock the cupboards with food and wine from her vineyard.

  They hired a little cherry-red rental car at the airport and followed the handwritten directions Lucia had given them. Once they got out of the main city, the roads were dusty and narrow and all they could see for miles on either side were orchards and farmland. The sun shone brightly so they wound down all of the windows in the little car. The air smelt heavily of citrus fruits.

  Eventually, they found the sign for Villa Castillo and parked the rental car in a dusty clearing by the front gate. Beyond the gate were lush gardens with large fronded trees peppered with brightly-coloured flowers. Cate lifted Lola up so she could choose a flower to wear in her hair.

  “Mummy, you have this one,” Lola said, plucking a fragrant purple flower from the tree.

  “OK,” Cate smiled, tucking it behind her ear. “How do I look?”

  “Beautiful,” Kian smiled, brushing his lips over hers. “You both do.”

  “This one’s for you Daddy,” Lola said, holding out a white flower.

  Kian grinned, “men don’t really wear flowers, sweetheart.”

  Lola frowned, “why not?”

  “How about…?” Cate put Lola back down on the ground, “you wear it like this?” She pushed the stem of the flower through the cotton of his t-shirt, “you can wear it like a boutonnière?”

  “Very manly,” she giggled.

  Kian looked down at the white flower attached to his t-shirt, “you girls could make me do anything.”

  As they continued walking towards the villa, the trees shaded the pathway, providing a cool respite to the burning heat of the midday sun.

  At the end of the pathway, they came out from behind the trees and found Villa Castillo. The building was a dusty white colour with green shutters on each of the windows.

  In the centre of the building were two tall, green doors. Kian unlocked the doors and they stepped inside the cool, dark entrance hall. At the far end, there were two more doors. On either side of the hall, there were stone steps leading up to the main house. They left their suitcases by one of the staircases and went to the doors at the far end.

  Kian unlocked the doors and they swung open revealing a large patio and swimming pool.

  “Daddy,” Lola grabbed Kian’s wrist. She took care to avoid his knuckles, which were still healing. “There’s a swimming pool. Will you teach me how to swim?”

  “Course I will, sweetheart,” Kian grinned.

  “Mm, can we stay here forever?” Cate sighed, picking up the empty plates. After they’d unpacked, she’d spent the afternoon lazing in one of the comfy loungers, reading on her Kindle and watching Kian and Lola splash about in the swimming pool.

  It was now later that evening and Lola was asleep upstairs; they’d brought the monitor outside with them in case she woke up. They’d just finished having dinner together on the patio. The sky was getting dark but the patio was lit by fairy lights hung on the trees surrounding the swimming pool.

  Cate took the plates inside and rinsed them off in the sink. When she came back outside, Kian had stripped off his clo
thes and was treading water in the swimming pool. “What are you doing?”

  “Come in, it’s perfect,”

  Cate kicked off her flip-flops and pulled off her sundress. She was wearing one of the bikinis Kian had bought for her when they were in Vegas on honeymoon.

  She sat on the side of the pool; the tiles were still warm against her bare skin and dipped her legs in the water. Kian was right, it was perfect.

  “See?” Kian said, swimming over to her.

  “Closer,” he put his hands on the backs of her knees and slid her towards him until her butt was right on the edge of the swimming pool.

  Cate felt his hands on her hips and when she looked down he was untying the sides of her bikini bottoms. “What are you doing?”

  “Lie back,” Kian ordered.

  Cate lay back on the tiles but propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch him. He undid one side then the other and then pulled away her bikini bottoms, exposing her sex.

  “Kian?” Cate blushed with embarrassment. Even though the villa was secluded, high up in the hills surrounded by nothing but vineyards and farmland, Cate felt shamefully exposed. She quickly put her hand over the ugly scar running across her abdomen.

  Kian reached for her hand and prised it away from her stomach. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me, Cate,” he glowered. “You are so beautiful.”

  “I want to be in the water with you,” Cate pleaded. She was naked, apart from her skimpy bikini top.

  “Not yet,” Kian said. He pushed apart her legs and stepped between them. Cate knew she was wet, she could feel the moisture coating her inner thighs.

  Kian lifted up her legs and swung them over his shoulders.

  Cate lay back on the tiles and looked up at the stars as he trailed his mouth slowly up her inner thighs, nibbling and sucking her tender skin.

  As his breath tickled the tender flesh between her legs, Cate felt fire surge through her veins. He stroked the tip of his tongue slowly down her wet cleft. Cate squirmed, rubbing her bottom against the smooth tiles but Kian tightened his grip on her inner thighs, holding her wide open.

  “My God, you’re so wet,” his voice rumbled against her lips as he French-kissed her pussy.