35. Emery #3
Exposing me.
And I wanted to be.
With him.
Exposed .
Vulnerable.
Free.
“Spent hours imagining getting to all the sweetness hidden underneath. Wondering the whole time if you were aching for me. If you were wet.”
He leaned up high on his knees, those magic eyes on me as he pushed two big fingers inside me.
A moan raked free, and I arched, my nails raking across the leather arms of the chair.
“Fucking drenched,” he rumbled. “So fucking drenched and needy. Did you need me, Little Warrior? Did you need me to show you how good it can be? Way I’d make you feel if you let go with me?”
“Yes. Yes, I need you.”
What was I saying?
But it was out, the haggard words trembling into the lust-addled air.
“I’m right here. Fucking yours.”
He started to drive them inside me, my back hitched to the chair as he pressed them in so deep.
I rocked and writhed as he worked me into a stupor that had me completely spinning apart.
Wound so tight I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Lose myself.
Then he dipped in and lapped his tongue across my clit. Spinning and swirling and driving me to disorder.
Two seconds later, that pinpoint of pleasure exploded.
The need that had been bottled inside me burst.
A rupturing.
A fracturing.
Bliss shattered far and wide.
Streaking through my insides and blistering across my flesh.
A loud moan rolled out of me as my entire being bowed, and Kane shifted, swooping in to take my mouth, swallowing down the unbidden sound. Drinking it up like it would sustain life .
“There you are. Blooming as you come on my face,” he murmured against my lips.
I should be horrified.
Embarrassed.
Sickened.
But my mind was too spun up in him to feel any of that. So, I just clung to him, gasping for breath as tiny pinpricks of pleasure kept ticking through my body.
Flames I’d never experienced before him.
In it, I felt completely weak.
Drained.
Invigorated.
Blinded.
He dropped his forehead to mine, right there as I experienced it all. Until my heaving chest finally began to calm and my fingers that were fisted tightly in his tee loosened.
Then he edged back and gazed at me. “You okay?”
I could barely nod. “I think so.”
He peered at me like he was trying to discern the validity of it, worried that he’d hurt me in some way. Ready to catch me if I was going to fall apart. This man who shouldn’t care. This man I barely knew who absolutely shouldn’t affect me this way.
This man who shouldn’t matter when he somehow was weaving his way toward becoming everything.
He carefully stood, and I could almost taste the need that radiated from him.
Could feel the force of his restraint.
The way greed billowed from his body as he stared at me bare from the waist down.
I should hide.
Cover myself.
Cower.
Instead, my gaze drifted, taking him in beneath the willowy light that filtered through his room.
A tower of menace and strength .
Lust oozed from him, a darkened cloud that saturated the air, though he wore a casual smirk like he wasn’t shaking with the same thing as me.
My eyes dragged lower, over the black tee that stretched tight across his massive chest, the fabric clinging to the defined muscles that rippled underneath. His abdomen jerked and ticked, and I could see the press of the enormous bulge in his jeans.
My mouth went dry, and my throat closed off at the same errant vision I’d been struck with earlier when I’d been talking with Charleigh and Raven.
Me on my knees with Kane towering over me.
A low growl rolled in his chest. “You shouldn’t look at me that way, Emery.”
My tongue stroked out. “What way am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to surrender.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want to do.”
Just for now.
Just for this moment.
“Don’t think you’re quite ready for what I have in store for you.”
It was a promise.
A threat.
Pure, unmitigated domination.
His voice deepened further. “Now let’s get you dressed, and I want you to go in your room and close the door, then I’m going to fuck my hand to fantasies of exactly that…
sinking my cock so deep in your sweet little pussy that you’ll never be the same.
Marking myself so deep in you there will be no unwriting me.
So deep you’ll be aching so bad when I’m not there that you’ll be begging for it night and day. ”
“I thought you told me I wouldn’t have to beg?” There I went, asking for the breaking, but right then, I really wanted to be.
Broken by this man.
I wanted to be completely undone.
He reached out and dragged the tip of his index finger along my jaw. “Oh, Little Warrior, I’ll be more than happy to give it to you. But first, you’re going to have to realize you’re mine. ”
He took a step back like there was a chance he could cut off our connection.
But it burned too bright.
Its pull overpowering.
Inhaling a shattered breath, I slowly slipped off the chair and onto my knees, staring up at him as I did.
“I want to be yours. Like this. Just for tonight. Let me taste you the way you tasted me.”
I wanted to experience him like this.
On my knees for him.
Because for the first time in my life, it was where I wanted to be.
Kane’s entire being twitched.
His aura surrounding.
Sex and greed and intoxicating spice.
Dizzy anticipation rolled through me.
The energy shifted, and Kane’s words turned to gravel. “You sure that’s what you want? You want to feel my cock stuffed deep in that sweet mouth the way I’ve been dying to do?”
“Yes. Possess me like this.”
I felt half shocked that the words fell from my tongue.
Pleas that wafted through the desire-coated air.
Magic eyes slipped over me, sparks in the darkest night.
“Please…I want to give you a little of what you’ve given me.”
“I wasn’t asking for a return.”
“I want to give it. I want to feel what it’s like. I want to give you pleasure, too, the way you promised me.” It rushed out of me.
“And here you were the one worried I was going to wreck you, and you have me standing here splintering apart,” he rumbled.
I eased up higher on my knees, and my trembling fingers went to the button of his jeans. I looked up at him as I undid it.
His gaze was unwavering and hot, scorching my flesh.
A low moan rolled out of him, and he reached down and grabbed the hem of his tee and pulled it up and over his head.
The air punched from my lungs. The sight of his rippling abdomen and the strength of his chest. The horror and beauty of the designs that were etched into his skin.
His muscles rippled and bowed, and my throat went tight.
“You’re so beautiful.”
A low chuckle rolled out of him, and he dragged the tip of his thumb over my lips. “Nah, baby, there is no comparison to you. On your knees, your body quivering in need, and this face…fuck, this face could do a man in. Think I lose another part of myself every time I look at you.”
“It’s you who’s making me lose myself. You who’s changing everything.” Confusion poured out with the confession.
“I want to,” he murmured, his words a gruff caress.
“I want to wipe the sadness from your face and the fear from your heart. Want to show you every pleasure this world has to offer. Want to be the one who has the honor of watching you glow. Because I saw it, shining all around you, this light that’s been dimmed. Want to help you set it free.”
“That’s what I feel. Right now. Free. You make me feel alive, Kane. Something I haven’t in so long, and in a way that I never have.” The words were haggard.
Something fierce ripped through his features.
Possession.
Devotion.
Lust.
I trembled beneath it.
“Because this is the way it’s supposed to be. You and me. Going to take care of you, Emery Voss.”
A shiver rocked me to the core.
I should refute it. Tell him that wasn’t what this was about.
But my throat went completely dry when he began to nudge his jeans over his hips, and chills streaked far and wide when his penis sprang free.
Enormous and hard and pierced at the tip. A rod ran through the fat head from top to bottom, held by two emerald balls on either side.
I should be afraid.
Intimidated by everything that he was .
But no. I trembled in want.
“Kane…” It wheezed out of me. A rush of dizziness spun through my being as he kicked off his shoes and fully pushed out of his jeans and underwear.
The man completely bare.
Towering over me the way I’d imagined.
A fortress. A stronghold. A trap.
A shield that would protect. Or maybe the only thing that was happening was he was dragging me down to the greatest desolation.
But I didn’t care if he completely ruined me.
It’d be worth it to experience this.
So, when he stroked himself from base to tip and rumbled, “You want this, Little Warrior?”
I rasped, “Yes.”
Because I was surrendering.
Even if it could only be for this moment.