40. Emery #3
A storm that had gathered, the same as whatever this connection was had seemed to gather at the ends of the earth to bring us here together. A twisted, convoluted path that I didn’t fully understand.
One that I’d once believed so wrong, but right then, I was having a hard time accepting as fact.
“I’m going to take care of you. In every way.” A smoldering smirk took to his mouth as he leaned in closer. “And right now, I’m going to start with this sweet, drenched pussy.”
He dragged the tips of his fingers through my center.
Sparks flashed through my body.
“Kane,” I rasped toward the ceiling .
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already about to come apart. The amount of pleasure I’m going to give you.”
“Please.”
He leaned down further, his mouth just brushing across my hip bone, and he kissed over my trembling belly, higher and higher as he murmured, “You’re going to fly, Emery. Soar and shine the way you were meant to do. I’m going to see to it.”
Chills lifted in the wake of his words.
I gripped onto his hair when he pushed two big fingers deep inside me.
“So tight and sweet. Think how it’s going to feel when I’m filling you with all of me.”
“Please, Kane, I can’t take it,” I rasped, already writhing. I’d waited far too long for this.
To feel.
To experience.
Kane chuckled. “So needy. Such a good girl, aren’t you? Dripping for me? Aching for me? Begging for me?”
For a beat he was gone, pulling a condom from the drawer next to his bed and covering himself.
He returned in a flash, continuing to kiss a path up my body as he climbed onto the bed.
He came all the way up, hovering close as he gathered me in both arms.
Heat burned in the space between us, and I could feel his cock just skim against my belly.
Those penetrating eyes pinned me to the mattress as he gazed down.
Greed and adoration filled his features. A tumultuous riot that crashed and pulled and dented every line on his face.
And I wondered if he had the power to see straight down into my soul.
Because he dipped down close to my mouth and murmured, “You don’t have to wait anymore.”
I felt the blunt head of him at my center before he started to push inside me .
Tiny nudges that completely obliterated as he slowly filled me, inch by inch.
The size of him the most sublime sort of pain.
A gasp ripped up my throat and my entire being bowed. My body levitated up to meet with his as my nails clawed at the hard expanse of his back.
Breaths raking from my lungs, I struggled to adjust to him. To his size and his presence and the truth of what this meant.
Kane growled a gluttonous sound.
Feral and wild.
Nearly unhinged.
He edged back, his expression raging, though his hand was gentle as he brushed back a lock of my hair that stuck to my cheek. Those eyes flicked over my face.
Searching.
Seeking.
Seeing.
“You good?” he rumbled through his restraint.
Tears blurred my eyes, overcome by the emotion that swept me. By this man who’d become everything that I never thought I’d have. “I don’t think I’ve ever been good before. Not until right now…here…with you.”
Softness rippled through his features, and the fingers that had been brushing through my hair trailed down my cheek. “Nothing, Emery. Not one thing has ever been this good. Not until you.”
And God, I felt myself breaking. Splintering apart as he slowly withdrew then slowly drove back in.
Carefully watching me again.
A long sound of approval rolled out of me, my chest quaking with the ravaging of my heart.
“You like that, honey? Me filling you so full I’m the only thing you can feel?”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer, I could only hold onto his biceps as he did it again, this time his name leaving me on a raspy breath.
Propped on his elbows, he drove inside me, his body burning into mine as the confession rolled from his tongue. “You, Emery. It’s you, and I’m going to make sure you know it for the rest of your life.”
Whimpers began to trip off my tongue as the pleasure he’d promised sparked and flamed.
Pleasure that licked up my insides as he began to thrust into me in deliberate, consuming strokes.
Each drive of his body devastated me more.
Breaking down the barriers that I always believed I had to keep erected. Sure I was never meant for this.
Kane watched down on me as he worked me into a stupor, his cock dragging in and out, filling me full, near to overwhelming each time that he pushed in deep.
Sensation crashed through my body.
Curling and rising.
The piercing hit me in a spot that nearly made me see stars every time he rocked into me.
“Fuck.” It vibrated out of him on a growl of pleasured pain, and I could feel the raving of his heart.
His restraint in the way the lines of his sharp jaw flexed and ticked.
“Fuck me, Little Warrior. You feel so right. So fucking right. Do you feel how perfect I fit you? Nothing like this. Nothing in the world.”
There was no chance I could lie to him right then. “I feel it.”
With my admission, he dipped down and took my mouth in a fevered kiss.
His slow strokes grew faster and faster.
Our bodies pitched and bowed as we met again and again.
His hips snapped in a desperate greed that took us over.
And that pleasure he promised billowed and blew, a mind-bending burn that lit at every edge of my consciousness. In every cell of my body.
Rushing and winding as he spun me into this perfect disorder.
He pushed up onto his hands, every muscle in his body hard and packed as he continued to drive into me, his words mere scrapes.
“Fuck, Emery. Knew you were going to do me in. Knew once I had you, that would be it for me. But it was a lie. You were it for me the second I saw you. And now it’s going to be my pleasure to be the one to please you night and day.
The things I’m going to do to you. The places I’m going to take you. ”
“I’m already there.”
Right on the cusp.
At the edge of surrender.
My breaths shallow and short as I climbed for that place I’d only found with him.
“You’re so perfect. So perfect. The way you fit my cock. Going to lose my mind…going to lose all of myself with you.”
I worried I was already gone when he edged back and grabbed me by the knee and spread me wider. He glided that palm up the inside of my thigh until he wound it between us.
His fingers found that engorged, aching spot.
A moan ripped out of me, and my hips jutted upward at his touch.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Take it. Take me the way you were meant to do.”
Kane started thrusting faster, and his fingers flicked over my clit in time.
Bliss threatened at the edges of my sight, and I clawed at his shoulders as he drove us toward madness.
Energy gusted, a gale force wind that battered through the room and beat back into us.
Our breaths harsh and jagged.
Our hearts a stampede that rushed beyond our control.
In sync and completely out of time.
“That’s it, Little Warrior. Let go. Let go because I’m always going to be there to catch you. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
And I did.
I let go and found my freedom in the safety of his arms, and I welcomed the pleasure that had been waiting.
Bliss cracked me wide open and rapture broke through my being.
Rupturing.
Splintering.
Dragging me up into the heavens. Where he’d promised to meet me there .
“You and me, Emery.” He rasped it at my ear as he drew me closer, his body slick against mine as his thrusts turned frantic.
Euphoria rolled and rolled, the orgasm careening through me as he took me hard and fast.
As my name dropped from his mouth on an acute whisper, “Emery.”
I felt when he split.
When he let go and fully gave himself over.
His body went rigid as he took me completely. As deep as he could.
The man everywhere.
Everything.
Shuddering and releasing the longest moan as he came.
Tremors of ecstasy flickered through me, wave after wave.
Unending.
The two of us clinging to each other as we soared.
We stayed like that forever. Elevated above the grief and the fear and loss.
In this haven that could only belong to us.
Kane held me tight, refusing to let go, his body pressed to mine as we gasped and searched for the oxygen that neither of us could find.
Our chests heaving with the impact of what we’d just shared.
Finally, he pulled back. One of those big hands cupped my cheek, and he seemed to struggle to find the words.
Eyes emphatic as he rushed, “You don’t have to go it alone anymore, Little Warrior.
I know you want to fight. So let me fight at your side.
For you and beside you and behind you. Let me lift you.
Let me hold you. Or just fucking let me stand in awe of who you are, just as long as I’m standing with you. ”