I bury my face in her hair and inhale her sweet, floral scent. I’m rock hard for her, my erection straining against my zipper painfully. I wouldn’t be surprised if the outline of the teeth weren’t imprinted in my skin. Being with her, holding her like this, is intoxicating. If I don’t get ahold of myself, I’m going to blow before she even touches me and that just won’t do. There are far too many things I want to do with her before then.
Kaye’s hips rock against my palm again. At least I’m not the only one affected, but as I think of all the nights I lay panting in the dark, fisting and stroking myself for the woman I thought I could never have, a different emotion fills me.
“Are you wet for me, Kaye?” Her whole body jolts as I finally touch her, stroking my thumb down the center of her core. Moisture collects on my skin just from that brief contact, her desire already seeping through her clothes. “Should I find out?”
“Fuck,” she moans. “If you don’t touch me, I think I’ll explode.”
“Will you, little martyr?” I toy with the silky skin at her waistband, caressing then retreating, dipping just a little further below the fabric each time. “Like this?”
“Don’t tease me, Charade,” she huffs.
My fingers still, my grin stretching, becoming manic. “Oh good, you do remember who I am.”
“What the fuck, Zane?”
I plunge to her core and I’m almost undone by the heaven I find there. Warm and soft. So fucking wet that it would be nothing to sink into her. My balls tighten at the thought. Kaye cries out and I release my hold on her neck to muffle it. The lastthing I need is George or Angela watching what I want to do to her.
I strum my thumb across her clit and she shudders. “New Malcolm’s hero: soaking wet for her foe. A villain. What would people think?”
She bites the meat of my palm, hard but not enough to draw blood.
“Don’t scream. We’ll have to stop if an audience appears. We wouldn’t want that, would we?” I gather some liquid on my thumb and swirl it in a circle around that succulent bundle of nerves. “You’ve been a bad girl, Checkmate. I should punish you. Leave you all worked up like this, tease you and leave just like you did to me countless times before.”
“Please,” Kaye sobs. “I wanted you too, okay? I thought you wanted to kill me and I still wanted you.”
My dick jumps at that. I’m sure she can feel it happening where it’s nestled into the seam of her ass. She grinds against me and God does that feel amazing. I slip my middle finger inside her, her walls clamping like a vice on me as I flick her clit again. “What about my influence? Aren’t you worried?”
She shakes her head. I pump in and out of her slowly, testing her. She’s so tight. So fucking tight. “I’m already yours.”
I claim her lips, giving her that passionate kiss I denied before. She whimpers again when I insert another finger, stretching her, and I swallow the sound. I give her a moment to adjust before pumping into her again. Her core quivers around me and I know she won’t last long, not like this. I can’t wait to see her undone for me, with my touch alone.
“Show me then, little martyr.” Her hips buck as I trail a line of kisses up the column of her throat. “Show me how much you crave me. Ride my hand.”
19
KAYE
Zane is everywhere, everything, as I roll my hips and spear myself on his long, skillful fingers. I have said before that they are musician’s fingers and I think that holds true. The way he crooks them, the pads applying constant pressure deep within rings out a note that makes my body sing. A curse tumbles from my lips. I would go with it if not for his arms banding around me and the tree to prop me up.
The pleasure inside me is already building, my muscles tensing like a coiled spring. I like that he’s being rough with me, that he fucks with all the intensity with which he fights. If it feels like this now, what will it be like when he’s actually inside me? Claiming me? His cock pressed into my ass and I can only imagine what waits in store. He’s thick, I can already tell that, and sizable too from the way his bulge strains against the fabric of his pants. My mouth waters just thinking that maybe he’ll let me kiss it all better.
“That’s right, gorgeous. Let yourself go.” He rewards me with another swirl of his thumb across my clit and it feels so good I almost see stars. “I’ve got you.”
A dam inside me breaks at hearing those words. Something I didn’t even know I was holding on to. I buck into his hand twicemore, his palm riding my clit when his thumb isn’t delivering those tortuous strokes, and just like a pane of glass, I shatter. He covers my mouth as I cry out.
I only realize I’m crying when his fingers slip across my cheek to wipe a tear away.
“Shit.” My body feels empty the moment he pulls out, and I spasm through one more aftershock, clenching on air. He turns me to face him, gingerly pulling my mask off, then his. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, of course not.”
God, this must be so attractive. Every man wants to fuck the woman who cried when she orgasmed, right? My cheeks are so hot I’m surprised we’re not both on fire.
“That was perfect,” I sputter. “I think I just really needed that.”
“Really?” His smile is dazzling as I nestle into his chest and his arms wrap around me. He presses a light kiss to my forehead, his heart beating erratically under my ear. “We need to talk before anything like that happens again, but for now, I really need to take care of you, if you’ll let me.”
Fuck, that sounds nice. When was the last time I had anyone to take care of me, let alone a man as dark and devastating as this one? Warmth blooms in my chest.
