Absolutely, babe. Here comes Chapter 28
Married to Mr. Laurent
Chapter 28 – Morning Whispers and Moans
> Disclaimer: This story contains mature themes intended for readers aged 25 and above. Reader discretion is advised.
The light broke through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across Kairo's bare back. Elián stirred beneath him, the air between them thick with heat and sweat, limbs tangled like they never wanted to be undone. The room still smelled of last night — the scent of desperation, lust, forgiveness... love that neither of them could say aloud.
Kairo's arm tightened around Elián's waist, pulling him closer. His breath was warm against Elián's neck, lips grazing the spot behind his ear that made him shiver.
"Don't move," Kairo murmured, voice rough and low. "You feel too damn good like this."
Elián blushed as he exhaled, arching slightly into him. "Kairo…" His voice was barely a whisper, thick with sleep and shy arousal.
Kairo shifted behind him, pressing kisses down the nape of his neck. "Say it again," he whispered, lips brushing over Elián's flushed skin. "My name. Moan it."
"Kairo…"
"Louder, baby."
Elián whimpered when Kairo bit gently at his shoulder, heat pooling low in his stomach. "Kairo…"
"That's it." Kairo slid his hand along Elián's thigh, teasing him, slow and possessive. "Call me Daddy."
Elián's breath hitched. "D–Daddy…"
"Good boy." Kairo groaned, kissing him deeply from behind, their bodies moving with rising heat and rhythm. "You're so perfect like this. Moaning for me. Being mine."
He guided Elián's hips in time with his own slow thrusts, careful, patient — making him feel every inch of what he'd missed. Elián's legs trembled as he pushed back against him, desperate for more, but too shy to beg.
"Say it, Elián. Say you want me to go harder."
"H-Harder… please…"
Kairo's voice dropped lower, primal and laced with need. "You want Daddy to fuck you harder, huh?"
"Yes—please," Elián cried, cheeks red, hands gripping the sheets.
Kairo growled, flipping him over and pinning his wrists above his head. "Look at me when I give it to you."
Their eyes locked — Kairo's gaze dark, hungry, and filled with something more than just lust. Possession. Worship.
He thrust deeper, harder, and Elián gasped, back arching as pleasure rippled through him like a violent wave.
"F-Fuck—Kairo—"
"Louder."
"Daddy—ah!"
"You feel that?" Kairo panted, kissing him hard. "You're mine. You've always been mine."
Elián's cries grew louder, moans echoing off the walls, as Kairo devoured him with kisses and deeper thrusts, slowing only when he sensed Elián tremble with too much need.
He whispered against his lips, "Let go for me."
And Elián did.
With a sob and a broken gasp of Kairo's name, he shattered beneath him — Kairo following close behind, groaning his release as he buried his face in the crook of Elián's neck, holding him like a lifeline.
They stayed like that, breathless, skin sticky, bodies tangled in the aftermath.
Minutes passed.
Then Kairo kissed his temple.
"I love you," he whispered.
Elián blinked up at him, stunned.
Kairo smiled softly. "You don't have to say it back. Not yet."
Elián swallowed hard, tears brimming in his eyes. "I… I was going to."
Kairo cupped his cheek gently. "Say it."
Elián inhaled shakily. "I love you, Kairo."
The CEO — cold, guarded, brutal Kairo Laurent — smiled like a boy who'd just been given the world.
They kissed again. This time, slow. Gentle. Like something sacred.
And when Kairo pulled him into his arms, wrapping the covers around them, he whispered, "Let's stay like this a little longer. I've got you now."
And for the first time since that forced marriage, Elián believed him.