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)
Ecstasy tore through me on a storm of chaos.
“Nothing. Nothing is better than this, Little Warrior. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled.
Tremors were still wracking me, but I didn’t give either of us time to recover.
I scooped her off the floor, holding her high as I shoved two fingers into her throbbing pussy. The woman dripping and needy, just like I knew she’d be.
Her arms flew around my neck, and she gasped my name.
“Kane.”
“Told you I was going to take care of you. Told you I was going to show you every kind of pleasure. Again and again. For as long as you’ll let me.”
I knew I was speaking forever, but I could no longer imagine my life without her in it.
I turned around and sat on the edge of my bed, leaving her straddling me on her knees. I kept driving my fingers inside her, her walls clamping down, the sounds coming out of her mouth nearly doing me in all over again.
I pressed my thumb to her clit.
Rubbing and rolling it in time.
Took all of a minute for her to go off again. For her nails to sink deep into my shoulders and her hot, tight body to wheel and writhe with pleasure.
“Kane. Oh my God. You…”
“Know it, Little Warrior. You don’t have to fight it. You don’t have to fight me. Give it to me. Give me your surrender.”
She pressed her face into the side of my neck as she came and came on my fingers. Her cries buried in my flesh and sinking down into the middle of me. I held her in it. Letting her soar for the longest time.
The drive of my fingers gentled as I guided her through the aftershocks.
Her breaths were harsh and shallow as she sagged against me, and she clung to me for what felt like forever, which was something I’d be all too happy to do.
Hold her forever.
I felt her swallow when she finally came back. When her awareness hit the ground and dragged her back down into her reality.
Reservations and questions resurfaced in a beat.
Emery edged back, peering at me through something that both looked like wariness and wonder.
I knew what she thought.
We weren’t supposed to do this.
To her, it was wrong.
Some kind of betrayal to her sister.
But I couldn’t help but believe there was a reason for this.
That she was here, right where she was supposed to be.
“How do you feel?” I finally asked.
Her tongue stroked out to wet her dry lips. “Like I’m both drifting away and weigh a thousand pounds.”
I brushed my fingertips along her jaw as I whispered, “I’ll hold all of it.”
A frown pinched her brow. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us.”
“Something magical.” The words rough. “No other explanation for the way you make me feel. Something that’s always been impossible until I met you.”
Pain lanced through her expression, though her fingertips were soft as she ran them over my lips. “That’s what this is. Impossible.”
“It’s not, though, is it? To me, it’s irrefutable.”
Her eyes dipped before she admitted, “I’m scared of it.”
“The things that are most important to us always are, Emery. Terrifying because they mean the most.”
“You don’t think it’s wrong? Us doing this?”
The pad of my thumb stroked over the indentation between her eyes.
Soothing it.
Hoping I could soothe her.
“How could it be when you make me feel like this?”
“What do you feel?” Emery’s question was earnest. Her spirit so close to being laid bare. The way she had me.
Exposed.
While the secrets I carried felt like a barricade in the middle of us.
“I feel like my heart has been frozen in time. In the grief and torment and the mistakes of my past. And there was no one in the world that could bring it back to life than you. You and Maci who make me feel like I’m truly alive for the first time since I lost my mother.”
When all hope died.
Through it, I’d somehow found it in my patchwork family.
But this was different.
“I just…don’t want to do wrong by my sister. I…I miss her so much.”
Emery was suddenly hugging me fiercely again, sorrow pouring out with the admission.
My chest squeezed tight. In affection. In empathy.
I carefully peeled her from me and set her on the edge of my bed, then I rose and moved to where I’d left our clothes a pile on the floor.
I pulled on my underwear, then I grabbed the slip of lace that was bound in her shorts and shifted around to walk back to her.
Nearly tripped at the sight.
Emery sitting on my bed.
Shaking with the energy that burned through us.
Blonde hair mussed and her cheeks pinked.
Lips plumped and swollen.
Bare from the waist down.
Stare untamed as she took me in.
I forced myself to move slowly. To ease up to her before I got down onto my knees in front of her. Careful as I helped her back into her underwear.