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“Fuck, keeping doing that,” he snaps.
“This?” I moan as I shift my hips back in time with his thrusts.
“Yeah, yeah.” He breathes raggedly. “Your tight little hole better be close, Kelly. Fuck, you’re a horny sexy young thing.”
It’s like the word close is a signal for my womb, for that special place deep inside of me. The second he says it my insides melt and my pussy pulses, as though beckoning him to take me harder.
My man is alive to the signal, snarling and crashing into me.
The bed frame squeaks and whines like it’s going to break, the mattress shifting around as he fucks me hard, rough, like a primal beast pounding the certainty of our future into me, telling me he’ll never let anybody hurt me, he’ll always protect our family…
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream. “I’m so—I can feel—oh, this is…”
“That’s it,” he pants. “Let yourself go, princess. Let. It. Go.”
I’m fucking going to come, I scream, but no, I don’t scream – I can’t. I try to let out the primal sound but all that comes out is a shivery breathy gasp.
All the energy in my body gathers to my center, pulling in more and more burning sensation, until all I can feel – all that exists for me – is the feeling of his cock hammering deep inside.
I shift against him and then my legs begin to vibrate with crazy speed, jolting about on the bed as I push back against him over and over, clawing onto the sheets.
My hole flutters as I reach my crescendo, and then Kane growls and collapses against me.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to come in your hot tight slit for the first time. I’m going to…”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry, just about finding my voice. “Oh, God, that’s it, right there.”
He falls atop me and we writhe together, our bodies clashing as thunderbolts move through us, our two orgasms becoming one as we melt together.
Finally, he rolls to the side, his chest heaving.
I hug against his chest quickly, laying my cheek against his powerful pectorals, desperate to know he still feels the same after I’ve given him my virginity.
“That was perfect,” he says breathing hard, his hand moving through my hair. “Goddamn, princess, you’re perfect.”
I kiss his chest, tasting his sweat through his damp shirt, a song whirring around me. “I can’t believe my fantasy really came true.”
“The first of many,” he says, his voice husky and intense, as his fingers make patterns in my hair.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kane
I wish we could lie here forever, intertwined on the bed, with the scent of our sex filling the air around us. Moving my fingers through her hair produces a symphony from my woman, causing her to shift and let out gorgeous song-like sounds.
But there is a specter in the room.
My daughter.
She watches over the moment with grim-set eyes, with her lips twisted into a grimace, with her hands balled into tight fists at her sides. She’s a ghost who won’t leave us alone, and I can tell by Kelly’s shifting that she feels the same.
“We’re going to have to tell her,” I say into the silence.
“I know,” she says, letting me know she’s been thinking about it as well. “There’s no other choice, is there?”
“No, there’s—”
My cell phone rings from my pants – bunched up on the floor – interrupting me. I bolt upright and dart over to it quickly, leaning over the edge of the bed and scooping it up.
Dark thoughts surge through my mind, vignettes in which my daughter and Jocko have had a destructive confrontation with Sergey and his men… and I wasn’t there to save them. The thoughts crash and thunder, the same way our sex did, the way Kelly pushed back against me and made those gorgeous whimpering noises that even now bounce around my head.
Grabbing my phone, I answer it quickly. “Jocko?”
Lena is laughing in the background. Some of the tension drifts out of me, but I can’t afford to let my vigilance go completely.
“Relax. It’s good news. I’ve just had word that Sergey has been picked up by Interpol.”
I let out a long breath, relief moving through me. “The fucking idiot. How did he get himself into that situation?”
“I think you wrecked something in him when you told him no. I think it’s the first time he’s ever heard it. If you can believe it he got shitfaced and started a fight at a local bar, and the local police had no option but to pick him up. His men have already fled and he’s going to be extradited and tried for all his international crimes, the stuff he was too insulated for back in the States. But the bottom line is… he’s gone, and we can go home. You can go home.”
I look at my woman, so gorgeous as she sits up in her bed, her dark hair spilling around her and tempting me to leap on her all over again. Hot fire rushes through me at Jocko’s words – home, a family, a future with my woman.
