Page 31 of Imbalanced Minds

Chapter Seventeen

Cory

I’ve waited long enough to claim my woman, so when Iris called me her boyfriend on the sly, of course I went all predator and took charge. Hearing those words from her lips made me proud, although I will admit, I’m shocked she came to that conclusion so soon on her own. I thought she’d really drag it out to make me suffer.

Well, suffer no more.

I’m well aware she’s still healing, but it’s not going to stop me from worshiping her. This woman in my arms deserves to be treated like a Queen and that’s exactly what I’m going to make her.

My Queen.

My everything.

My whole damn universe.

Gently laying her on the bed, I stand at the end admiring every inch of the view before me. Her searing gaze bores into me as mine roams up and down her delectable body, even fully clothed my cock demands escape as it presses against my zipper.

I decide time’s up, I need this woman any way I can have her.

“I’m going to devour this sweet body of yours, one slow inch at a time but first, we need to get these clothes off you.” I watch for a reaction, for any sign this may be too much but all I see is her lust-filled gaze.

“Angel, at if any time this becomes too much or I hurt you, you need to tell me so I can stop. I’m going to try to be gentle with you this time, but I can’t guarantee I won’t get carried away.” Iris nods, mouth open and those beautiful eyes sparkling with certainty and approval.

I gently peel her top over her head, finding perfectly full breasts in the sexiest red laced bra as I go. I lick my lips wondering if her nipples are as rosy as her cheeks are now.

Gently lowering her back down on the mattress, I move down the bed, letting my finger trail the length of her stomach to where her yoga tights sit on her hips.

Looking up the length of her body into her eyes, I see so much emotion and vulnerability. As if detecting her panic, I stop what I’m doing to reassure her that this is me, this is us and no one else.

“Baby girl, it’s only me. You’re safe with me. Do you trust me?” A nod of her head is all she gives me, but I need words.

“Do you trust me, Iris? I need to hear you say the words, sweetness.”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good.”

I slowly hook my thumbs under the waistband of her tights and start sliding them down her slender legs. Not once losing focus from her gaze. Once they’re discarded, I take my time looking over her body. I hiss on an inward breath at how strong of a response this woman draws out of me; the bulge in my pants only becomes more painful. I’d say she’s done a bloody good job of catching me ogling her too.

As I look over her figure, I can’t help noticing all the angry raised scars that bastard left.

Not letting these marks of survival overpower this amazing moment, I begin at her thighs and kiss every single one of them, showing her that no mark or scar is going to stop me from worshipping her. This action causes Iris to twitch and tense up. I can sense the war within, but she lets me keep going. I notice her skin start to pebble, goosebumps rising on her skin and now I know I’m affecting her just as much as she’s affecting me.

Slowly making my way up her body, I hover over her making sure not to put too much pressure on her sore frame. Iris seems to protest the further up I go because she’s pushing at my shoulders and mumbling my name.

“Cory. Cory, wait.”

“What is it, baby girl?” I ask, observing her from where I hover above her.

“You have too many clothes on.”

Her words are so matter of fact, I chuckle; she had me worried for a moment. “That can be rectified,” I say while kissing her sweet lips. There’s not much noise coming from Iris’ mouth other than little gasps and moans. I really love those noises and can’t wait to hear what she sounds like when she comes, screaming.

I decide not to take all my clothes off, leaving only my boxer briefs on. Iris doesn’t have too much time to protest that fact because before she can say another word, I’m hovering back over her and kissing her lips with such urgency as though I’m going to break her.

Resting my weight now on one arm, I use the other to explore her body. My hand finds the lace of her bra, my fingers slipping under the teasing material. I start rubbing her nipple, which to my enjoyment is hard and screaming for attention.

Sliding my other arm under her back I unclasp it with one hand. I then slide the strap over her shoulder, tracing the path with my tongue as I go. Having repeated the same motion with the other side, I let it slip down and start devouring one of her rosy nipples with my mouth. Using my tongue to circle around her peaks, I get the best reaction possible as she arches her back for more, so that’s exactly what I give her.