Chapter 40
Chapter
Forty
GORAN
“Please Lani, let me find a way out of this. Nathaniel was working on something. Just give me a couple days.”
She looked down, and it wasn’t a yes, but she didn’t say no.
The trailer felt too small to contain what was happening between us, but outside, the world kept moving. Engines rumbled. Voices drifted past. Horses banged in their stalls. And like a cruel taunt, her blue ribbon and silver plate sat on the counter.
Inside these walls, everything had shifted.
She was trying to be strong, but I could see the pain in her eyes as clearly as if it were my own.
I couldn’t let her go.
Something dark and territorial rose inside me. I dropped my lips to hers, reminding her of what we would lose if she chose this path. I didn’t rush, pouring everything I felt into our connection.
The salt of her tears mingled with the fear and passion churning between us, building into a storm. A predatory need took hold, my thoughts slipping further out of control with every passing second.
Kaylani’s back hit the small kitchenette counter as I pinned her body with mine. Her breath caught, fingers fisting into my shirt as she moaned into my mouth.
When I finally broke the kiss, I stared down at her.
Her pupils were blown wide, lips parted slightly, as if she were begging me not to stop.
“You don’t get to disappear on me,” I ordered softly, my hands going to her hips.
She swallowed.
“You’re my wife. I know you think you’re saving me, but you’re only sentencing me to a slow and painful death.”
“And watching you waste away in prison would kill me.”
“It won’t happen. Just trust me. I won’t let you go.”
My hand traced up her side, brushing over her hardened nipple to wrap around her delicate throat.
Kaylani shivered under my touch, caught between the urge to flee and the pull of surrender.
Surrender won as her body melted into mine.
My thumb pressed beneath her ear, feeling the rapid thrum of her heartbeat.
She didn’t resist. Instead, her fingers curled into my shirt like she needed something to anchor herself.
“Goran,” she breathed.
“I swear, I’ll kill anyone who lays a hand on you, Lani. Even if you follow your father’s plan, I won’t rest until the man he chooses for you is six feet under. I will follow you to the ends of the earth or through hell if I have to.”
The restraint I’d clung to since being tackled cracked wide open. I kissed her again. But this time it was all need, all hunger. I held nothing back. My hands moved with an urgency that bordered on reckless.
I tore her blouse open, buttons pinging off the walls like miniature casualties. There was no softness in my touch as her bra was next to fall prey. She met me without hesitation.
Kaylani’s arms wrapped around my neck, gripping me like a lifeline, as if letting go would make me disappear.
“Mine isn’t a word. It’s a promise,” I growled. “What’s in your heart is mine. The fantasies you whisper into the dark are mine.”
I grabbed the front of her jeans, yanking the button and zipper open in one brutal motion. My hand slipped into her panties, and my body shuddered. She wiggled as I pressed into her, soaking pussy.
“What’s between your legs…is mine,” I whispered in her ear.
“Goran…please.”
“Please, what?”
My finger fucked her faster, sliding in and out until she was moaning and bucking against my hand.
“Say it. Please, what?”
Her eyes locked on mine, mirroring the same wild intensity burning in my veins.
“Don’t stop…God…please don’t stop. I need you,” she gasped.
My body crowded hers as I forced her legs open with my thigh.
“God, you’re beautiful when you let go like this.”
Her cheeks flushed, eyes full of desire. I would do anything to keep her exactly like this forever.
“Come for me. I want to watch you fall apart.”
“Goran,” she moaned, trembling harder.
Her hands moved to my shoulders, and her nails dug in as she whimpered. My cock ached to bury itself in her. To claim her.
“That’s it. Let go,” I ordered, my chest rumbling with each word as her core clenched around my finger. Her head fell back. “Yes…just like that.”
“Goran,” she screamed, her release shuddering through her.
I didn’t look away for a second, memorizing the ecstasy on her face.
Pulling my finger from inside her, I brought it to my mouth, savoring the taste. She looked so fucking adorable as she watched and bit her lip.
“You’re not a piece to be traded,” I murmured against her jaw, my teeth grazing her skin. “You are not some pawn on a board.”
Her chest rose and fell as she panted.
“But I’m not yours to cage either,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips.
A dangerous smile pulled at mine.
“Good. Because I don’t want to cage you, I want you to be free.”
I lifted her onto the edge of the counter and removed the rest of her clothes. She sat there in her torn blouse, bare skin glowing under the lights, legs parting slowly, inviting me to take her.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, I pressed my thumb to her clit. Moving it in small circles, I watched her writhe.
Kaylani deserved to be adored. To be worshiped. To be brought to the edge again and again until her legs threatened to give out.
Dropping to my knees, I stared at her pussy, my mouth watering, and my cock straining against my jeans.
“Move closer to the edge.”
She obeyed, eyes glassy as I flicked my tongue out to tease her.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Taking my cues from how she responded to my touch, I pressed my tongue deeper, worshipping her like she was a goddess. I would stay here on my knees until they bled.
Her moans softened into whimpers as her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Goran…feels so good,” she whispered, voice breathy.
Her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung slightly open as I pushed her legs wider. I feasted on what was mine.
“That’s it, Lani, give it to me. Come on my tongue.” My voice was rough, the need to be buried inside my wife driving me to near insanity.
“Oh…God, yes.”
Her thighs clenched around my head, and her core pulsed on my tongue as she came hard. Her cries of ecstasy were the sweetest sound known to man. She collapsed against the cupboards as her body went slack.
I stood and licked my lips, taking my time to strip, letting her catch her breath. Turning back, I watched as she looked me up and down body before locking on my cock. Her bright blue eyes filled with a dark hunger that could destroy any man.
“Beg me. Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear the words, Lani.”
“Please…fuck me,” she said, as if it pained her not to have me inside of her.
I stepped between her legs, and she wrapped them around my waist, instinctively. She trusted me not to let her fall as I lifted her off the counter. That trust nearly undid me.
I carried her the two steps to the couch, laying her out on the black leather. Her golden hair spilled across the cushions, a bright contrast against the dark world that tried to pull us apart. She looked up at me like I was everything she desired. Everything she loved.
“I need you,” Kaylani whispered, as I eased myself on top of her. “Fuck me until I forget my name,” she demanded. “Please.”
The heat between us was overwhelming. This wasn’t about tenderness. It was about marking her and claiming her as mine.
I kissed down her throat, biting lightly at the curve of her shoulder, letting her feel the edge of me, threatening to unravel. Her hands slid down my back, pulling me closer.
The trailer walls seemed to shrink around us. The air thickened. My cock nudged against her bare pussy, teasing. Kaylani’s eyes turned feral, and her nails dug into my skin.
“Goran…please.”
I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head against the couch arm, easing myself into her inch by inch. She arched up, and her nipples were hard against my chest. I sucked one into my mouth, drawing out a moan that nearly had me exploding.
I traced my tongue over the other hardened peak as she rolled her hips, and with one deep thrust, I sank fully inside of her. A yell is torn from my chest as she bucked beneath me.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I pulled out and slammed back into her. Every moan ignited something primal, flipping a switch in my brain. Harder. Faster. The trailer shook with the force of us.
I fucked her hard, not even pausing when I came the first time. The pleasure was not enough. It could never quench my craving.
Kaylani broke apart, biting my shoulder as she cried out.
I growled, the sharp sting only fueling my feral need. All of her. Forever. That was the only cure to this madness that plagued me.
With a lift and a roll, she was suddenly on top. I gripped her hips, holding her still as I fucked up into her with long, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” I growled.
“Oh yes…Goran, keep fucking me. Don’t stop.”
That fire in her? That passion and desire? That’s what I loved. She poured herself into everything she did with a hundred-percent abandon, and it was intoxicating.
She pressed her hands to my chest, exploring, claiming me as surely as I claimed her.
I punished her sweet pussy, driving us higher and higher until she screamed my name for the world to hear.
“Yes, that’s it. Come for me.”
Her breath stuttered out in a long, ragged moan that would stay with me forever.
I flipped us again, and she looked untethered, like a storm ready to break. The rhythm built quickly, the fevered need pushing me on as my balls tightened a moment before my abs.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I groaned.
The couch creaked beneath us as I thrust hard and came. I eased out just enough before driving into her again, and again, and again, until there was nothing left. Flopping forward, I caught myself before all my weight landed on her.
My panting was loud, and our bodies were slick with sweat. Outside, someone laughed, oblivious that the world inside this space had narrowed to skin and breath and the threat of loss.
I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Look at me,” I demanded softly.
She did. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and yet burned with ferocity, alive in a way that made me ache.
“This,” I said between breaths, “is not something I can ever walk away from.”
Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me down, until there was nowhere else for me to go. The pounding of our hearts was the only sound for a long time.
“I love you,” she whispered. The tension snapped, violent in its intensity.
Her nails bit into my back as she clung to me, and I held her just as tightly, not letting her drift even an inch. She buried her face against my neck, breathing hard, her body softly shaking as she cried.
I stayed like that for a moment longer, catching my breath, feeling the tremor still running through her body. Then I stood and carried her to the bedroom, setting her down gently before crawling in beside her. My hand went to her hair as she rested her head over my heart.
I held Kaylani to my side, possessiveness coiling through me until it felt like I would choke. I held her as if she might disappear when I blinked. The world moved on around us, unaware. But for now, she was still in my arms.
She wasn’t gone.
“You chose me,” I murmured, voice low and certain. “That makes you mine. And if anyone tries to take you from me…I won’t fight fair.”
She pressed a soft kiss to my chest and closed her eyes as I tightened my grip on her.