Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 877

Chapter 877

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Chapter 877

Khloe’s hand followed Nick’s lead, tracing the hard, defined lines of his abdominal muscles. The heat radiating from his body and the taut strength beneath her fingers made her heartbeat stutter, leaving her breathless.

Nick’s kiss deepened, his other hand deftly undoing the tie at the side of her nightgown. The silky fabric slid silently off her shoulder, leaving her skin to the cool night air. She shivered instinctively, only to be pulled even closer into his warmth.

“Cold?”

He drew back just slightly, lips teasingly close, noses brushing, breaths mingling and burning against one another.

Khloe shook her head, eyes misted with a delicate haze.

Nick’s low chuckle was rough with desire. “Feeling it?”

“All of me… belongs to you.”

He kissed the corner of her lips, his calloused fingertips gliding over her soft skin, tracing a path from her collarbone downward.

Khloe arched her neck, melting under his touch, skin warm and responsive. She pressed lightly against his lips, halting his whispered promises of intimate devotion.

Nick lifted his head, fine beads of sweat glinting on his forehead. “Remember this every moment-I belong only to you… and you belong only to me.”

At that, her fingers dug lightly into the muscles of his back, unconscious yet yearning.

Though neither could resist, the doctor’s advice lingered in the back of their minds—they had to be careful.

“I know,” Nick breathed, hot and deep. “Don’t be afraid.”

His movements were painstakingly slow, the gentlest of caresses.

“…Nick…”

She couldn’t stop herself from calling his name, the end of it trembling with desire.

“Hm?” He paused, eyes dark with restraint. “Uncomfortable?”

Khloe shook her head, then nodded slightly, finally burying her flushed face against his shoulder in resignation. “It hurts.”

His chest tightened, a low vibration of tension. He kissed her damp temple and circled her from behind, one arm across her waist, his palm still resting on her belly.

She turned instinctively, seeking his lips, kissing with abandon. Nick responded urgently, pressing her deeper into his embrace.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly. Khloe felt his breathing grow heavier, pressed against her neck as if to steady himself.

“…You…” she murmured, trying to shift.

“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, holding her in place. “Just like this… let me hold you a little longer.”

He kept his embrace from behind, tightening slightly as if to fuse her into his very bones, Warm, lingering kisses traced her

neck and shoulders.

After a long while, he exhaled slowly, his taut muscles finally relaxing.

“Sorry to trouble you,” Khloe whispered, fingers teasing the back of his hand around her waist.

Nick chuckled, kissing the crown of her head. “Nonsense. What trouble? Being able to hold you like this… feeling you and the baby here with me… nothing else matters.”

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