Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Couldn’t fully fathom him flicking the button on my shorts.
I merely rode the wave of it.
Lifting my hips and helping him push both my shorts and underwear off my hips.
He dragged them down my legs, hissing as he went.
“So damned perfect. These sexy as fuck legs. Way you drove me out of my mind in these little shorts all day.” He grunted it as he dragged the fabric free, then he propped my feet on the edges of the cushion.
Exposing me.
And I wanted to be.
With him.
Exposed.
Vulnerable.
Free.
“Spent hours imagining getting to all the sweetness hidden underneath. Wondering the whole time if you were aching for me. If you were wet.”
He leaned up high on his knees, those magic eyes on me as he pushed two big fingers inside me.
A moan raked free, and I arched, my nails raking across the leather arms of the chair.
“Fucking drenched,” he rumbled. “So fucking drenched and needy. Did you need me, Little Warrior? Did you need me to show you how good it can be? Way I’d make you feel if you let go with me?”
“Yes. Yes, I need you.”
What was I saying?
But it was out, the haggard words trembling into the lust-addled air.
“I’m right here. Fucking yours.”
He started to drive them inside me, my back hitched to the chair as he pressed them in so deep.
I rocked and writhed as he worked me into a stupor that had me completely spinning apart.
Wound so tight I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Lose myself.
Then he dipped in and lapped his tongue across my clit. Spinning and swirling and driving me to disorder.
Two seconds later, that pinpoint of pleasure exploded.
The need that had been bottled inside me burst.
A rupturing.
A fracturing.
Bliss shattered far and wide.
Streaking through my insides and blistering across my flesh.
A loud moan rolled out of me as my entire being bowed, and Kane shifted, swooping in to take my mouth, swallowing down the unbidden sound. Drinking it up like it would sustain life.
“There you are. Blooming as you come on my face,” he murmured against my lips.
I should be horrified.
Embarrassed.
Sickened.
But my mind was too spun up in him to feel any of that. So, I just clung to him, gasping for breath as tiny pinpricks of pleasure kept ticking through my body.
Flames I’d never experienced before him.
In it, I felt completely weak.
Drained.
Invigorated.
Blinded.
He dropped his forehead to mine, right there as I experienced it all. Until my heaving chest finally began to calm and my fingers that were fisted tightly in his tee loosened.
Then he edged back and gazed at me. “You okay?”
I could barely nod. “I think so.”
He peered at me like he was trying to discern the validity of it, worried that he’d hurt me in some way. Ready to catch me if I was going to fall apart. This man who shouldn’t care. This man I barely knew who absolutely shouldn’t affect me this way.
This man who shouldn’t matter when he somehow was weaving his way toward becoming everything.
He carefully stood, and I could almost taste the need that radiated from him.
Could feel the force of his restraint.
The way greed billowed from his body as he stared at me bare from the waist down.
I should hide.
Cover myself.
Cower.
Instead, my gaze drifted, taking him in beneath the willowy light that filtered through his room.
A tower of menace and strength.
Lust oozed from him, a darkened cloud that saturated the air, though he wore a casual smirk like he wasn’t shaking with the same thing as me.
My eyes dragged lower, over the black tee that stretched tight across his massive chest, the fabric clinging to the defined muscles that rippled underneath. His abdomen jerked and ticked, and I could see the press of the enormous bulge in his jeans.
My mouth went dry, and my throat closed off at the same errant vision I’d been struck with earlier when I’d been talking with Charleigh and Raven.
Me on my knees with Kane towering over me.
A low growl rolled in his chest. “You shouldn’t look at me that way, Emery.”
My tongue stroked out. “What way am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to surrender.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want to do.”
Just for now.
Just for this moment.
“Don’t think you’re quite ready for what I have in store for you.”
It was a promise.
A threat.
Pure, unmitigated domination.
His voice deepened further. “Now let’s get you dressed, and I want you to go in your room and close the door, then I’m going to fuck my hand to fantasies of exactly that…sinking my cock so deep in your sweet little pussy that you’ll never be the same. Marking myself so deep in you there will be no unwriting me. So deep you’ll be aching so bad when I’m not there that you’ll be begging for it night and day.”
“I thought you told me I wouldn’t have to beg?” There I went, asking for the breaking, but right then, I really wanted to be.