He leans in close, so close I can smell mint and whiskey on his breath. “Be confident.”
I drop my stare from his dark, coal eyes to his gorgeous mouth and watch as he flicks his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Be confident,” I repeat in a whisper. “Right.”
Then, something snaps inside of me, something primal and real. I throw myself forward before wrapping my arms around Kade’s neck and crushing my lips to his. He groans deep in his chest. It’s a groan so powerful it vibrates through my entire body and my blood ignites as he rakes his fingers through my hair, pulling harder when they snag on small tangles. The pain on my scalp causes my core to overheat and threaten to explode. He dips low and grabs my thighs and I squeak against his mouth as he pulls my legs out from underneath me and wraps them around his hips.
“I want to fuck you right now,” he pants, making me feel light-headed.
“Do it, please, do it.” Words fall unashamedly from my lips, sounding more like a runner out of breath than the sexy purr I was aiming for.
All day I’ve thought about him, about having him again. He’s addicting, from the scent of his skin right down to the taste. I need it. I needed it yesterday. He surges forward until I’m falling backwards. I land on the soft, white bed with a bounce and in the next heartbeat, Kade is draping his body over mine like a blanket of pure sex and promising orgasms. As his tongue plunges deep into my mouth, until my brain is spinning in my skull, he reaches his hand between us, fiddling quickly with his zipper. Then, he pulls away, leaving me panting and breathless, and I feel his bare, hot erection press against my opening. My body buzzes as excitement crackles through me—from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
“Are you sore?” he asks with a clear twitch in his lips.
Cocky bastard. I nod. “A little.”
“Good.”
Kade enters me in one rough thrust and I grip his jacket while he fucks me, hard. I bite my lip as pain and pleasure assault my body. This is wrong. His father will be here any second now, but we’re too consumed in passion and hormones to care. Passion… something forbidden for me to share with my Fortunate and yet he gives it to me like I deserve it, like it’s for my own pleasure, not his.
“We have to stop,” I moan, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “We’re gonna get caught.”
He doesn’t slow down his strokes, if anything, they pick up in speed—a desperate attempt to feel more of me before it’s over. The harder he pushes, the tighter my organs coil and the harder his belt buckle rubs against my sensitive spot.
“I know,” he states through clenched teeth. “I will—”
He rolls his hips, forcing his big length as deep as my body will take it and holy shit it feels good. With a resigned groan, he slows his pace. No! I tighten my legs around his hips.
“No, wait,” I beg as something sinister begins to burn in my belly. I squeeze my eyes shut. I need this. “Not yet. Don't stop!”
“Nine,” he warns, pumping harder again. “Come on, baby.”
Kade hooks his arm under one of my legs and pushes it higher. Somehow, he moves even deeper.
“Oh god,” I chant as my release closes in on me, causing my toes to curl and my inner muscles to tighten around him. This is all so fucked up, but too good to stop. And then it happens, it crashes into me with tremendous force and I grit my teeth as ecstasy wreaks havoc on my body. My legs spasm, my chest heaves and my blood burns like never before. As the waves of my orgasm begin to slow, Kade pulls out, dropping his head on my chest.
“Wait,” I protest. “What’s wrong?”
I release his jacket as he shudders, then straightens his posture.
“A mess right now would be a bad idea,” he states, forcing his semi-hard penis back into his pants and zipping it up.
“The second we’re done here, get your ass to my room and wait for me.”
“Yes, Master Kade,” I say, breathlessly, as I sit up and push my dress back over my knees.
As I open my mouth to thank him, or say something equally as stupid, the handle to the door rattles. I fist the blanket while Kade whips around, pulling the knife from his pocket. It's beautiful and thin, carved specifically for throat slitting. It’s kind of disturbing, really.
“Well, I’m glad that didn’t fall out of your pocket and into my eye!” I hiss under my breath.
“Now’s not the time,” he bites back. “You got your orgasm and your eyes are fine. You’re welcome.”
The handle rattles again and Kade inches closer. This is it. We’re going to get busted. There’s not enough time for Kade to hide in the bathroom before the door opens. I suck in a breath. This is it.