Midnight (The Devil’s House MC: West Virginia #8)

Chapter Thirteen

I DECIDED I needed a shower to help me relax. This situation with Kaven was driving me insane. The hot water cascading over my body provided some relief, but I was still hurt over everything that had unfolded over the last few days. Eventually, I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me, leaving the bathroom to crawl into bed.

My breath caught in my throat as I yelped, seeing Kaven standing in the middle of the room. The towel slipped from my grasp and dropped to the floor. His eyes widened in surprise before boldly traveling down my body, lingering on my damp, glistening skin and the curves it revealed. Despite the hurt, I couldn’t deny the thrill that his hungry gaze ignited inside me—a powerful blend of power and sexual attraction. So, I stood there, back straight and unashamed, staring right back at him.

“Why are you here?” I asked, trying to pretend he didn’t affect me. “You need to leave.”

Kaven took a step forward with purposeful strides, his eyes never leaving mine. As he closed the distance between us. He reached me, standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I don’t think you really want me to leave,” he whispered in my ear, before biting my ear lobe. “You enticed another man to get my attention and trust me, you have it.”

“Kaven… I…”

Without breaking eye contact, he raised his hand and gently caressed my cheek before moving it down to my neck. His fingertips traced an electric path along my collarbone and then further down, teasingly circling one nipple before giving it an insistent pinch. A gasp escaped my lips, betraying how much this affected me.

Kaven smirked knowingly as his other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. His erection strained against his jeans while our hips connected in an erotic dance of friction. My legs grew weak at the sensation of him getting harder because of me.

He suddenly spun me around so that my back was against his chest, and I could feel his length pressing into my lower back as he whispered hotly into my ear. “I want you, Haddie.” The command in his voice sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—deny him, because that would deny me as well, and I had become addicted to the way he made me feel, dreamed of it every night since our last night together.

I would regret it later, not a doubt in my mind, but I’ll just add it to the long list already in progress. Foolish and impulsive, Hadleigh strikes again.

No surprise here.

As Kaven’s hands continued their sensual exploration, delicately skimming over my body as if I were the finest silk, I braced myself for the impending storm of passion that was about to overtake us both.

His fingers trailed lower, ghosting over my stomach, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. I leaned back against him, the feeling of his hard muscles providing a comforting yet exciting barrier.

He completely entranced me, enveloped by the heady scent of his cologne mixed with the underlying note of his own unique smell. His hands moved lower, sliding past my hips to grip the backs of my thighs, pulling me even tighter against him. He bent his head down, nuzzling my neck and placing the softest of kisses on my pulse point.

My knees felt weak, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand much longer. Sensing this, he scooped me up effortlessly in his arms. He carried me to the bed, our eyes locking as he gently set me down on it. He hovered over me, removing his vest and tearing his t-shirt over his head, his dark eyes filled with desire and a promise of ecstasy that made my pulse race. Kaven leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over my body. Every inch of me came alive under his touch, intensifying the electrifying connection between us.

His tongue explored my mouth greedily, tasting, teasing and claiming me as his. His hand slipped between our bodies, finding my wetness with an instinctive precision that left me gasping against his mouth. I arched into him, craving more of his touch.

He broke the kiss, only to trail hot kisses along my jawline and neck, nipping and soothing in turn that left me writhing beneath him. His fingers dipped lower, sliding through the slick wetness he had elicited from me. With a moan, I opened my legs wider, silently pleading for him to fill the void within me.

Kaven answered my silent plea in his own time, withdrawing his fingers to unbuckle his pants. His arousal sprang free as he pushed the material down his legs, the sight of him causing an illicit thrill to run through me. The feeling of his hands reaching out to grip my thighs, holding me steady as he positioned himself at my entrance. His gaze met mine, dark and intense with unspoken promises.

Then he was pushing inside me in one smooth thrust, his size stretching me deliciously. A cry escaped my lips as I adjusted to his fullness, my back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through me. His dark eyes bore into mine, taking in every reaction, every gasp, every moan.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky with need. I did as I was told, locking my gaze on him. He started moving inside me then, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. His pace was torturous—slow yet powerful, deliberate yet passionate.

His fingers dug into my hips, the slight sting only heightening the pleasure. Kaven’s eyes never strayed from mine as he moved, his rhythm slow and relentless. The tenderness in his gaze was at odds with the possession in his movements, making me feel cherished and claimed all at once.

Flashes of heat coursed through me with each thrust, intensifying until it was all I could focus on. Kaven watched intently, seeming to take satisfaction in my reactions. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down to mingle with the moisture on my skin.

Every stroke was calculated, designed to draw out the experience, increasing the need that pulsed between us. His hand moved around me, pressing into the small of my back, pulling me further onto him. With each thrust, he filled me completely, like the missing piece of a puzzle I didn’t know was incomplete.

His eyes were darker now, black pools of desire that mirrored my need for him. Kaven’s face was flushed with arousal, the usual coolness replaced by a burning intensity that only heightened my own response. I reached up to run my hands through his hair, holding him to me.

“Kaven...” I moaned his name like a prayer as he continued to move inside me. He responded by pressing his lips to mine in a fierce kiss, silencing any further words. His tongue danced with mine in an erotic ballet that matched his rhythmic thrusts.

He broke the kiss, trailing kisses down my neck instead. The feeling of his lips on my skin sent shivers down my spine, amplifying the pleasure that was coiling inside of me. “I need... Kaven, please,” I gasped out, my words turning into a moan as he increased his pace.

His fingers interlaced with mine, pinning my hands above me on the bed. His other hand was on my hip, guiding our bodies in an intense rhythm that made my breath hitch. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and desire, and the sounds of our bodies colliding reverberated off the walls.

As if sensing my impending orgasm, Kaven slowed his movements, drawing out the pleasure until I was begging for release. He grinned down at me wickedly before bracing himself on one elbow and sliding his free hand between us. His fingers found my sensitive nub and started circling it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming.

Suddenly, I was spiraling into an orgasm so intense it left me breathless. My body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure coursing through me as each thrust sent another wave crashing over me. His name was a mantra on my lips as I writhed beneath him, eyes meeting his in an intimate connection that transcended the physical.

A low groan sounded from his throat in response to my tightening walls. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his release. An animalistic growl echoed through the room as he climaxed, his body shuddering against mine. The sight of him undone, purely by my effect on him, sent a wave of satisfaction through me that only intensified the afterglow.

He collapsed onto me, panting heavily. We lay there entangled for what seemed like hours, basking in the tranquil intimacy only shared by lovers. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare skin, a quiet falling over us.

We lay there content in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat and spent passion. Our labored breathing broke the silence of the room, gradually slowing down to normal. Even then, neither of us moved or said anything for what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, Kaven lifted his head from where it lay nestled against my shoulder and his stormy gaze met mine. The intensity of the moment lingered between us, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

With a gentle touch, he brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my skin as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t voice. I reached up, cupping his face in my hands, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath my fingertips. I placed a kiss on his lips and laid my head on his chest, not willing to break the moment with words or regret.

The rise and fall of his chest lulled me into sleep and later in the night, when I woke up, he was gone.