A shadow covers my body as Kane moves to lie behind me. He pulls me to his chest, but I stiffen. He feels sorry for me. But that’s all he feels. He pities me, but there’s no attachment. I tense as he kisses my neck.
And like a fool, I beg again. “Please, Kane.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His lips tickle my neck as he breathes his words.
I roll over and brace my hands on his chest as I lean against him. His dark eyes are a storm of sadness, but I can still see a spark of desire. I push myself into his chest and crush my lips against his.
Please don’t deny me. I moan as he kisses me back with passion. Yes! He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me.
I break the kiss and reach lower, needing to feel him. His hand catches my wrist, stopping me. “Please, Kane. I need you.” His gaze is haunted, but I see that same spark of desire growing stronger. “I need you to take their touch away.”
As soon as the words leave my lips his hands grip my hips, pinning me down. His lips push against mine. My hands tangle in his hair as I deepen my kiss. His fingers tickle my skin as they slide up under my shirt. A shudder runs through my body as his fingers just barely graze the sides of my breasts. I break our embrace as he pulls my shirt over my head.
I open my eyes and take in the sight of him, and see him doing the same with me. His muscular body ripples as he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. His hands roam my body and stop at my hips. He gently bites my nipple and pulls back before letting it go. My pussy heats and my back arches, loving his touch. He pushes the pajama bottoms down my hips and kisses my lower belly as he takes them off of me completely.
He slowly pushes his own pants down with his eyes focused on my body. His plump lips are parted. His breathing is heavy. And the only thing sparking in his dark eyes is lust. His cock springs free and my eyes are drawn to it as he strokes it once.
Fuck. He’s big. Holy hell. My thoughts must be evident on my face, because I hear him chuckle as he moves forward. He crawls toward me on the bed and I part my legs for him. My pussy clamps in anticipation. But the feeling of nothing makes me roll my hips and moan with need.
As he hovers over me, the rough pad of his thumb gently strokes my throbbing clit. My eyes widen, and my lips part in a silent scream. Fuck yes! My head thrashes to the side as waves of building pleasure threaten to crash down on me. Fuck. I breathe out heavily. I’m so close already.
“Cum for me.” He whispers his command as his deft fingers pinch around the hardened nub. And I obey.
His lips push against mine and trap my scream of ecstasy. My body heats and tingles. The pleasure is almost paralyzing.
He pulls back as he lines up the head of his dick at my hot entrance. “Good girl.” My body cools as my pussy tries to clamp around the tiniest bit of his large erection. I can feel how smooth and velvety the skin of his dick is as he slides it up my folds and pushes it against my sensitive clit.
I push my hips forward. I want him in me. I need him.
My lips part as he pushes in, stretching my walls. Absolute pleasure mixes with a slightly painful feeling as his dick moves deeper inside of me, pushing against my cervix. I breathe in through my nose as my mouth hangs open. It feels so good. I want more. At the same time, I feel the need to get away.
A cold sweat breaks out along every inch of my skin as he pushes in even deeper. “Fuck,” I moan into the hot air, as my head falls back. He pulls out slightly and my head whips forward, my eyes locked on his.
“More.” I push the word out, needing to feel that again. He bites his lip and leans forward, settling his forearm next to my head. His chest brushes against my sensitive nipples, and I want to move from the heated sensation that’s directly connected to my clit, but his hand grips my hip and pins me down.
His lips brush against mine in a passionate but quick kiss. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and gives me what I want, rocking into my heat slowly and pushing the head of his dick deep into my pussy. Filling every inch. Every nerve ending sparks with need. My body heats and cools too quickly.
“More,” I moan, tilting my head to the side. He takes my lips with his and does the same. Over and over he thrusts into me with a slow, torturous, steady pace. My release rises higher and higher. The building sensation is so intense. I nearly fear the crash of my imminent orgasm threatening to consume me.
“Harder,” I beg. “Faster.” The words escape my lips in a desperate murmur.
But he hears them.
And he gives me what I ask.
His hips thrust hard against mine and he buries himself to the hilt. My nails claw at the sheets as I scream my pleasure. Again and again. Faster and faster he thrusts into me. His hand pushes against my leg, opening me up to him even more.