Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: I want you
Kalix’s breath caught in his throat as her words sank in, and in that instant, something shifted between them.

The tension that had gripped him for days now melted away, replaced by an aching, raw need. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way his gaze burned into hers was enough to tell her everything she needed to know.

Slowly, almost reverently, he cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. His eyes flickered down to her lips, then back up to meet her gaze.

The air between them was thick with longing, heavy with the unspoken words that neither of them had dared to say before.

Winter’s pulse raced as she felt the intensity of his stare, the heat between them rising with every passing second. She leaned in, her breath mingling with his, and her lips brushed against his in the lightest of touches — a promise, a question, a need.

Kalix groaned softly, the sound low and dark, as he crushed his lips to hers, taking her in with a hunger that mirrored the storm inside him.

His hands slid down her back, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing hers to meet his in a slow, passionate dance.

Winter’s heart raced, every inch of her body alive with a fire she couldn’t ignore. She arched into him, her hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as if she couldn’t get enough.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them — tangled in each other, caught in a moment that felt as though it could swallow them whole.

Kalix’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist before slipping under the fabric of her shirt, his fingertips grazing her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She gasped into his mouth, feeling the heat between them intensify with every touch, every press of his body against hers.

Winter pulled away just enough to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of her desire. Her eyes locked onto his, and she saw the raw need in his gaze — a need that mirrored her own.

“I need you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, the words dripping with desperation. “I need you, Winter. Don’t leave me.”

Her pulse thundered in her ears, and without another word, she kissed him again, her hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel him — to be closer, to claim him in every way she could.

Kalix responded immediately; his hands stopped moving and he picked her up and carried her to the couch nearby.

Kalix pressed against her and claimed her lips once again, devouring her like his life depended on it.

Winter’s heart raced as she felt Kalix’s hands moving over her, each touch igniting a fire within her that she could no longer deny.

The urgency in his movements mirrored the storm inside her chest — a wild, desperate need that had been simmering for far too long.

His lips moved from hers, trailing down her neck in slow, heated kisses that made her shiver.

She closed her eyes, tilting her head back to give him better access, her breath coming in short gasps. Every inch of her body was alive with sensation, every nerve on fire with his touch. She wanted more.

“Kalix…” she whispered his name, the sound thick with longing.

His name on her lips was enough to drive him wild. He lifted his head, locking eyes with her again, his gaze dark with desire. For a brief moment, everything seemed to still — just the two of them, caught in the weight of the moment.

“I don’t want to wait,” he growled, his voice low, nearly guttural.

Winter’s pulse quickened as he pulled her even closer, his hands unbuttoning her shirt with a practiced ease, the fabric falling away to reveal her skin. She shivered under his touch, feeling the heat radiating off him, the raw need in the way he kissed her again — deeper, more desperate this time.

Her hands moved instinctively, tugging at his clothes, eager to feel him against her skin. He groaned as her hands slid across his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath, each touch sparking another wave of desire.

Kalix broke the kiss, his breathing shallow, his forehead resting against hers. For the first time in his life, he was terrified — not of the enemies outside these walls, but of hurting the woman in his arms in a way he couldn’t control.

Winter met his gaze, her eyes burning with fierce, unwavering determination. “Why did you stop?” she whispered, her voice breathless yet demanding.

Kalix pulled back slightly, his hands framing her face as he stared into her soul. His eyes, dark and intense, shone with a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see. “Tell me when it’s too much,” he rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “I can’t risk hurting you, Angel. If I do… I’ll never forgive myself.”

Winter didn’t hesitate. She crashed her lips into his in a kiss so fierce and urgent it sent a shudder through both of them. It was her answer — her promise. She wanted him. Needed him. Just as desperately as he needed her.

Their mouths clashed, desperate and hungry, tasting and claiming. Their bodies pressed tighter together, friction igniting fire in their veins. Hands roamed freely, clutching, pulling, devouring, as if the time they’d spent apart had been a lifetime of starvation.

Kalix’s self-control snapped, and he lifted her effortlessly, guiding her down onto the couch. His hands slid along her thighs, parting her, aligning their bodies with precision and reverence. He paused, just for a heartbeat, his forehead resting against hers once more.

Then, with one powerful stroke, he sank into her.

Winter gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the sudden, overwhelming fullness. The stretch was sharp, almost unbearable, but she welcomed it — welcomed him.

Kalix froze, feeling her body tighten around him, sensing every tremble, every flutter. His muscles locked, his instincts warring with his heart.

But then Winter’s hands cradled his face, her eyes shining with tears of need and trust. “Don’t stop,” she whispered brokenly. “Please, Kalix… Keep going. I need you.”

That was all it took.

Kalix groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and tortured, before he began to move — slow at first, giving her time to adjust, but each thrust growing deeper, more desperate, as their bodies found their rhythm.

Winter clung to him, every movement driving her higher, every grind of his hips against hers sending sparks shooting through her veins. Their breaths tangled, their gasps filled the room, and their bodies moved together as if they were two halves of the same soul, finally reunited.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, whispering her name like a prayer, his hands never ceasing their worship of her body — tracing every curve, every trembling muscle, branding her as his.

Winter’s cries grew louder, her body arching into him, urging him closer, deeper. Every thrust shattered another piece of the walls they’d both built around their hearts, until there was nothing left but raw, overwhelming love.

Kalix pressed his forehead against hers, their gazes locking in a heated, breathless moment.

“I love you,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “God, Winter, I love you so much.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she smiled through them, pulling him down into a kiss that sealed everything they were — everything they would be. Together.

As they reached the peak together, it wasn’t just their bodies that gave way — it was their hearts, their souls, entwining in a bond that nothing, no enemy or fear, could ever destroy.