“Besides, I can’t trust anyone within this kingdom. Doesn’t that include you?”
He smirks, his lips just inches from mine. My breathing quickens, my bravado wavering as his grip tightens on my wrist. The warmth of his touch spreads through me, and my traitorous heart flutters as he leans in.
“Admit it,” he murmurs. “You don’t want to leave.”
A shiver hums down my spine, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. His mouth brushes my earlobe,and I bite my lip, the truth teetering on the edge of my tongue. My mind screams at me to push him away, to hold on to my defenses, rebuild my armor, but my body betrays me, and I lean into his touch with a moan of surrender.
“Show me why I should stay.”
He pulls me into the run-down barn. The door closes with a creak, and we’re plunged into shadows. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the bands of light filtering in through the cracked roof and planks.
The barn is old, the scent of coal and earth mingling with the faint aroma of wood and leather. Dust motes float in the beams of light dancing across rusted anvils, tools, and the solid wall of Kane’s body.
“And what was last night?” His hands never leave me as he guides me farther into the dimly lit space. His touch is possessive yet tender, and I lean into him, craving more of his warmth, more of the connection that seems to bind us together despite my protests.
“A good start.”
His laugh is a rumble that brings goose bumps to my arms as he pins me to the nearest post. “If I remember correctly, Fawn,” he murmurs, his hand brushing my cheek before finding my loose braid, “it was a loud, wet finish.” He pulls my hair, and I don’t stop the begging moan that falls from my lips. “Does my good girl want another?”
I do. I want this. I want him. I want those dark eyes to look at me forever.
“Please,” I whimper.
Our mouths collide in a fierce kiss, all teeth and tongues and raw, unrestrained passion. He presses memore firmly against the post, the wood scraping my back as he pulls down the neck of my dress, exposing my breasts.
Kane’s grip tightens on my braid, and he pulls my head back. His lips trail down my neck, hot and demanding, leaving a burning path that makes my pulse pound. He sucks my nipple into the heat of his mouth. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, making my legs part for him instinctively.
My dress rustles as he hikes it up and dips down to hook my thigh over his arm. I press closer, a soft moan escaping me as his fingers brush the wet heat between my thighs.
“You like this, Little Fawn.” His thumb finds my swollen clit, rubbing in slow, maddening circles that make me gasp and writhe against him. “No choice but to be spread open for me.”
He slides his finger in, and I react with a sharp intake of breath, rocking my hips against his hand.
“At my mercy,” he continues, sliding another finger inside, the stretch making me moan.
My fingers fumble to unbutton his breeches, and when I finally free his thick cock, a rush of heat courses through me. His fingers slip out of me, and he releases my leg. Cupping my ass with one hand, he lifts me, and my legs wrap around him.
He impales me with his cock, and I let out a wild cry, arching my back against the wood.
“But you like being tied up more.” He takes both of my wrists in one strong hand. With a jerk, he pins them over my head against the rough wood.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“You like being my good little girl,” he rasps, plowing into me, the rough wood biting my back.
“Yes,” I gasp, barely able to find the word.
My world narrows to the feel of him inside me, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the commanding intensity of his voice. He thrusts deeper, powerful and unrelenting. I’m teetering on the edge, every nerve in my body sizzling with pleasure.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Yes.” I arch against him, my body hurtling toward release. “I’m yours.” My body convulses around his, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I surrender.
Kane doesn’t let up. My wrists are still pinned above my head, my legs spread wide around him. His thrusts grow more urgent, more frantic, and I feel the heat of his climax as he spills into me.
Kane releases my wrists, brushing his fingers lightly against my skin before he kisses my chest and gently re-covers my breasts with my dress. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body trembling as the high fades, replaced by a profound realization: I don’t want to leave Towerfall. I don’t want to leave him.
“Kane,” I start, vulnerability making my voice wobble, “what if you were right? What if I wanted to stay?”
