He drops his pants and I watch as he switches to a dry pair of boxers from the dresser. My heart warms at the scene. I snuggle down under the blanket and watch him slide in after me, clicking off the lamp and encasing us in darkness.
The faint light from the window shines through, just barely making out his face next to me. His strong features glimmer in moonlight, from the thick black brows, thosestriking cheekbones, and impossibly angular jaw covered in a light scruff that makes him all the more striking.
I’m constantly in awe that this beautiful, hot-as-sin man is in my bed, looking at me with such softness in his eyes. His body turns toward me, a couple inches between us, and we stay locked on each other, savoring a moment neither of us can quite believe. He lifts his hand and drags it softly down my cheek, brushing my hair behind me as he continues trailing his hand down my neck to my arm, then back up.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, pretty girl,” he starts on a whisper, slightly hoarse as if it’s been overused, “And I’m too damn selfish to spend another night away from you. I used to wake up every night and reach over, my brain not yet catching up that you weren’t there. I would graze the cool sheets that used to be tangled up in you. I told myself when I got you back—not if, you were never anifin my mind—that I would never ever let you go again. I wouldn’t take this moment right here for granted again. The good, the bad, the painful—I’ll be here. I’ll slay every man, every demon that comes your way, because you’re mine, baby. Heaven, hell, and even purgatory can’t keep me from you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you,” he rasps out and pulls me flush against him.
Every inch of him is surrounding me, from my pink pastel toes peeking beneath the blanket to the skin of my stomach that peeks out from my shirt, glued to his bare torso. The feel of his skin against mine makes my heart soar.
He kisses me so softly I feel tears well up in my eyes at how this man loves me. I know in every word, every touch, every kiss he’s telling me in the best way he can.
“I love you, Kane, and not a single thing in this world could tear us apart this time,” I vow as my eyes get heavyfrom sleep or emotions. I feel two soft kisses on my forehead right before sleep threatens to take me.
We are wrapped impossibly tight when I hear a faint, “I love you, Avery. More than this world can imagine.”
Sleep quickly claims me after, easier than it has in months.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
kane
Novocaine – The Band CAMINO
The first thing to wake me is a warm body plastered to the front of me. The smooth skin of her legs is thrown over mine, her head resting against my chest. I give myself a second to stare at her face and count the freckles. Relief flows through me when the same number I counted last night stares back at me.
I take in the softness of her features, the lashes fanned across her cheeks, and the small nose above her plump, thick lips.
“I can feel you staring, you know,” she says with a smile, not opening her eyes before she buries her face deeper into my chest. I pull her closer, hoping to meld our bodies together so she can never leave me again, when I feel her fingernails trail down my stomach. The path her fingers take tickles before she slips her hand down the front of my boxers, gripping my already throbbing cock.
“Pretty girl…” I warn as she starts stroking me, a slight tease to her movements, her hold lazy and exploring. I look at her face to see her staring up at me with innocent eyes.
“What?” she asks, faux innocence plastered on her face.
“You know what,” I hiss as she grips me harder and starts pumping.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asks, suddenly serious, stilling her movements. “I know you wanted to go slow, but I want you, Kane. No, I need you. Waking up to you again is every dream I have had these past ninety-six days come true. I need to know you’re really mine.” She leans up and looks into my eyes as hers fill with tears.
Her hand slips out of my boxers as I flip over and cage her between my arms, staring down into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“Pretty girl, don’t you know by now there’s not a single thing I won’t give you? If you want me right now, I’m yours, irrevocably,” I reply. I brush a feather-light kiss over her lips before kissing her harder, the feel of her mouth against mine making me groan. The softness of her is a dream.
“I want to taste you,” she groans against my mouth. “I’m so fucking hungry, Kane. Let me.”
My blood heats with her words as I sit up and pull her with me. I lie down and let her climb over me. She straddles me and kisses me, my tongue immediately diving into her mouth. The sweep of her tongue undoes me, my cock so hard it’s almost painful.
I dive my hands into her hair and pull her flush against me, kissing without stopping until I can no longer breathe. The outside world is all but forgotten as I swallow all the moans that make their way up her throat.
She pulls back and smirks at me as she makes her way down my body, leaving kisses in her wake. Her tonguedrives me crazy as it trails down my neck to my abs, almost too much on my overheated skin.
She makes it to my boxers, hooking both fingers in the band and dragging them down as I lift up to help her. She takes off her shirt, letting her breasts hang down in front of her, and I attempt to sit up, my mouth watering at the sight, but she pushes me back down. I obey, willingly her prisoner in this moment. She grips my thick cock with one hand and strokes me up and down while holding eye contact with me.
The most erotic fantasy from my dreams stares back at me as she lowers her head and takes me in as deep as she can.
My vision blacks out when I hit the back of her throat, and I throw myself back onto the bed, trying to keep from blowing in her mouth at the first feel of her wet fucking mouth wrapped around me after so long.
“Fuck, pretty girl, are you trying to kill me?” I groan as I grasp her hair in one hand and pull it slightly, the tension giving me something to hold on to so I don’t embarrass myself.
She groans around my dick as she sucks, her cheeks hollowing. I see stars, so close to combusting I feel it radiating up my spine, her wicked mouth doing too much to my brain after so long. She sucks like she was born to do it, all wet lips and tight grip sending me into another orbit.
