His name spills from my lips in a broken cry as I cling to him, my body arching, meeting his rhythm. His hands grip my hips, as he pulls me closer, as if he can’t get enough.
“Kane,” I gasp.
His pace quickens, each thrust hitting deeper, tearing me apart. My legs tighten around his waist, dragging him even closer, and somewhere in the distance, I can hear the storm outside raging in tandem with the storm inside me.
“You’re so close.” His command is a dark rasp. “Let go for me.”
Pleasure crashing over me in violent waves, ripping a scream from my throat as I come undone. But he doesn’t stop. I've never felt anything like this.
“Fuck,” his grip tightens, his thrusts growing erratic. The sound sends another shiver through me, a final aftershock that leaves me trembling.
I feel the heat spread through my body all over again, and I’m suddenly desperate for more. He rolls, pulling me on top of him, gripping my thighs. “Ride me, Princess.”
Thank fuck. The need to come again tears through me, and it's relentless. I grind against him, feeling every thick inch stretching me. His eyes burn into mine, and his hands tighten in a bruising grip.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take what you need.”
My body moves on instinct, riding him desperately. My hips grind faster, chasing the pleasure that burns hotter with every movement. He watches me for a second, but the control in his touch snaps, and he meets me thrust for thrust, his body just as desperate, just as insatiable as mine.
The pressure spirals, until I’m unraveling again, shattering around him. My body convulses, as pleasure tears through me again. I give myself over to it completely, feeling like I’m being consumed and set free all at once. I'll never recover from this.
I cry out, desperate to ground myself as I break apart. Stars dance behind my closed eyelids, and the intensity of it leaves me lightheaded. I can't even think straight.
His hands guide my hips, dragging out every last ounce of sensation, pushing me higher, until I collapse against him, utterly undone and to my surprise, aching for more.
Before I can catch my breath, I’m on my knees and his hands hold me in place, positioning me exactly where he wants me. The heat of his body against mine is bliss, as I feel the hard length of him press into me. I can feel his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns over my skin, and I swear I can feel myself dripping down my legs.
His rhythm is relentless. Each thrust is deeper, harder, and more desperate. His fingers dig into my hips with enough force to leave bruises, and I love the way it feels. The raw sound that rips from his chest sends a final shiver through me, and with one last powerful thrust, he lets go completely, groaning my name as he finds his release. It's everything I didn't know I needed.
The storm outside is still raging and I can hear the thunder crashing as lightning streaks across the windows.
The room is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing and the faint hum of rain against the glass. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer, like he’s daring the world to interrupt the moment. I don’t even want to move and my body is still tingling with the aftershocks of what we just did.
It’s reckless, and I don’t know where it comes from, especially with how exhausted my body feels, but I want more. The thought alone has me questioning my sanity. I want him to ruin me again and again until I’m nothing but a breathless, trembling mess beneath him. How couldthatjust happen, and yet my body is telling me it wants more?
He rolls onto his side, looking right at me and there’s an openness there that feels dangerous. His fingers trace lazy circles on my skin, and it’s such a simple touch, but it’s disarming.
How does he do this to me? How do I still want him when I just had him? It’s infuriating, and I know I’m not walking away from this.
“Still with me, Princess?” His chuckle breaks the silence.
A smile tugs at my lips, and I arch a brow. “Well, I’m still breathing, so I’d say you didn’t completely destroy me.”
He leans in, brushing a stray curl from my face. “If I wanted to destroy you, you wouldn’t be talking right now.”
The challenge in his tone sets me on fire, and I can’t resist. “Oh? Maybe you need to work on your technique, then.”
“Keep pushing, and you’ll be begging for me.”
A shiver rolls through me and I bite my lip, refusing to back down, even as the heat in his eyes makes me wet all over again.
Kane moves, reaching for the edge of the couch, and my eyes track the motion as he picks up the envelope. The teasing edge evaporates, replaced by something heavier as his expression hardens.
“I know you don’t want to,” he murmurs, his tone turning serious. “But you’re going to want to look at this.”
Chapter 39
ScreamingColor
