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My hands find the back of his neck as I pull him closer to me, my fingers digging lightly into his flesh as thewantcoursing through my body starts to take hold. I feel like I can’t get him close enough. I want to feel him everywhere.
“I want you,” I say against his mouth.
“Elara,” he groans, pulling back slightly to look at me.
“I want you,” I repeat with more force. “I want this.”
I see the conflict behind his dark eyes, the battle he’s trying to hide. But when I lean forward and whisper a small “please” against his lips, uncertainty is instantly replaced with something darker. Hunger. Desire. Need. It’s only seconds before his lips are on mine again and he’s moving with me still in his arms, guiding us through the small apartment with complete ease.
He pushes his way through the bedroom door, but I’m already too preoccupied to care where we are. The only things that matter are the way his body flexes as he lowers me to my feet and the way his hands skirt up my bare back as he pulls the fabric of my shirt over my head and deposits it on the floor. My bra is next, his fingers against my flesh causing prickles to pepper down my arms as he slides each strap down before tossing it to the side.
He steps back and looks at me for a long moment, appreciation shining through his dark eyes. Just the sight has my skin blistering from the heat of his gaze. And then he’s moving, slowly lowering himself onto his knees in front of me.
I’m in complete amazement, watching him unravel me like he’s done it a million times before. His fingers go to the waist band of my jeans, unbuckling and sliding them down my legs in one fluent movement. He kisses the top of each thigh, running his nose along the seam of my panties before slowly standing.
He kisses me sweetly before guiding me onto the bed, my back coming to rest atop the thick comforter.
I watch as he stands before me, hear his rapid breathing as he leans forward and slowly removes my last article of clothing.
My entire body goes rigid as he spreads my legs open, allowing his eyes to trail across my now bare exterior. I don’t shy away from his penetrating stare. Instead I embrace it. Encourage it. I want him to see all of me, have all of me.
I see the flash of recognition cross his face when his eyes find the tattoo on my hip but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.
I hear the buckle of his pants and the rustle of fabric as they fall to the floor, but my gaze remains locked on his face. On the way he’s looking at me–making every part of my body ache with the need for his touch.
He crawls up the bed, the heat from his body making tiny beads of sweat form along the back of my neck as he settles his weight on top of me.
He pushes my hair from my face, his lips once again finding mine as he kisses me deeply. I jump slightly when his hand slides between us and settles between my legs. When his fingers push inside of me, all coherent thought seems to leave my body.
I become greedy, lifting my hips to meet his hand as he pumps his fingers inside of me. The effect his touch has on me, the pleasure causing my body to pool around his hand.
“Please,” I whimper when he pulls his hand away, leaving me unsatisfied and wanting so much more.
“Please?” His mouth settles over mine again as he gently pulls my bottom lip into his mouth. “Tell me what you want, Elara,” he whispers against my lips.
“You. I want you.” My words are pleading, begging even.
I’ve never had a man’s touch control me the way his does. I feel each flicker of movement across every surface of my body.
“Please,” I whimper again when he slides his hard length against me, his face hovering inches above mine.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, grinding down harder.
“Yes,” I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“This?” He continues to tease me, lining himself at my entrance but making no move to do what every part of my body is aching for him to do.
“Now, Kane,” I practically scream, my frustration mounting
This seems to snap what little restraint he has left and he immediately plunges inside of me, both of us crying out from the intensity of our bodies coming together. Pulling back, he slams into me again, pulling yet another scream of pleasure from my mouth.
I try to hold back. The moans and whimpers that seem to keep flowing from my mouth, but I can’t. He’s pulling everything from me, making me feel every ounce of pleasure as he thrusts harder and harder inside of me.
It takes minutes—or maybe it’s only seconds—before the warmth starts to work its way through my lower belly. Kane senses my heightening desperation and pushes my legs further open, pounding into me so deeply I swear I feel him everywhere.
“Kane,” I cry, my body so overcome with pleasure I’m not sure how to control myself.
His mouth finds mine as he swallows my cries of pleasure; the earth seeming to literally fall out from beneath me. My body explodes around him, and I swear I have never felt anything so intense before in my entire life.
