Chapter 21
The second Kane’s mouth crashed into hers, Monica damn near wanted to shout in triumph.
There was nothing soft or searching about the kiss.
It was pure heat and pressure, like he’d kicked open a door inside her she never knew existed.
His hand came up to the side of her neck, fingers firm, and God help her she leaned into it like she’d been waiting on that touch forever.
Kane kissed exactly the way she’d known he would—reckless, hungry, and unapologetic as hell.
No easing in, no testing the waters. He took and consumed.
The raw, animalistic growl rumbling through his chest lit every nerve she owned on fire.
She didn’t want gentle from him. She wanted the force of him, the danger of him…
and she wanted to prove she could meet every bit of it.
Her fingers fisted in the front of his shirt as she tried to shift in his arms. He didn’t even break the kiss, just grabbed her, turned her, and lifted her like she weighed nothing.
Her legs locked around his waist as his hands gripped her ass, rough enough to make her gasp, but just shy of actual pain.
The throbbing between her legs kicked hard in response.
Suddenly, her back met something cool behind her, and she felt all of him, every ounce of the dangerous, barely-contained energy that would make any sane woman run the other way. But she wasn’t running. Hell no. As overwhelming as he was, she felt safe in a way she didn’t understand.
His mouth tore from hers and dragged down her throat, hot, rough, and devouring.
When his fangs scraped her skin, she moaned, shocked by how good it felt.
Her pussy pressed against his lower stomach, his hard length pushing against her ass, and she rocked—just a little.
Enough to feel him. Enough to make him growl out a warning.
He pulled back, eyes pitch-black, locking on her. She should’ve been afraid of that look. Instead, it thrilled her.
“Tell me what you want,” Kane rasped, voice low and edged like he was fighting something inside himself. His hips ground against her, slow and punishing, and her breath hitched.
“Kane—”
“Tell me.” It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
She lifted her gaze, found the dare burning in his eyes. Keeping her balance in his hold, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanked it off, and dropped it to the floor. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His gaze dropped to her breasts, and the hunger in his eyes sent a shiver racing over her skin. “I want to hear you say it,” he growled, right before his mouth closed around her nipple.
The sound that tore out of her wasn’t pretty, but damn it was real.
Everything he did pushed her higher. She’d gone to bed feeling more alone than she had in years, and now here was this dangerously handsome man touching her like she mattered.
Yeah, he was getting something out of it too, but the way he kissed her…
the way he looked at her…it made her feel seen in a way she had never felt before.
“I want you,” she whispered, fingers burying in his hair. “I don’t want to feel lonely anymore, Kane.”
He’d been moving toward her other breast, but froze. Slowly, his head lifted, those black eyes searching her face. Her stomach dipped—God, if she’d screwed this up—
“I’m sor—”
Kane shut her up with a kiss so soft it stole her breath.
She didn’t realize he was carrying her until the world shifted. His mouth stayed on her neck as he climbed the stairs, her legs wrapped tight around him as if she belonged there. He pushed into the bedroom, kicked the door shut, and moved to the bed.
When he lowered her onto it, something shifted in the air. His eyes roamed her body, slower this time… heavier.
“Kane?” she whispered, trying to read him. “What did I do?”
His brows pulled together, and his voice dropped to something almost… conflicted. “Absolutely nothing.”
Kane’s gaze dragged over her like a physical touch, claiming with his eyes.
“Nothing,” he repeated, voice thick enough to crawl across her skin. “You didn’t do a damn thing wrong.”
He straightened, peeling his shirt over his head, and her mouth went dry. Every inch of him was carved muscle and shadows, like a man built for sin and violence. And right now, all that lethal focus was on her and she absolutely loved it.
“Lie back,” he ordered, low and rough.
She did, because honestly, her body wasn’t giving her a choice anymore.
His weight dipped the bed as he crawled over her, slow and predatory, like he wanted her to feel the danger in every inch he closed between them.
His hands slid up her legs, the calluses against her skin felt so good, and she swore her pulse dropped into her core.
“Damn, Monica…” His voice came out almost like a growl. “You look better than anything I’ve imagined.”
Her breath stuttered. “You imagined me?”
“More than once and in many different ways,” He bent to her stomach, his lips brushing her skin, then biting just enough to make her gasp. “And none of what I imagined comes close to this.”
Heat shot straight through her. She arched, and he took that as permission—hell, probably as encouragement—because he grabbed her hips and dragged her down the bed until he had her exactly where he wanted her. He slid off her silk panties, his eyes glued to her.
“Beautiful,” he growled as he once again lowered himself toward her.
Kane’s mouth found the underside of her breast first, then her nipple, sucking so hard her back bowed off the bed. His growl vibrated straight through her, and damn it, she wanted him inside her now.
“You feel this?” he muttered against her skin, his teeth scraping lightly. “This is what you do to me.” He pressed his hips forward, the hard line of his cock rubbing right where she needed him most. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
She whimpered—actually whimpered—and his head snapped up, eyes black as night.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
Her brain was foggy with lust. “Say what?”
“That you want me.” His thumb dragged over her swollen lower lip.
She grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer until his forehead touched hers. She didn’t whisper this time. She didn’t hide it. She let it pour out of her with every ounce of need in her.
“I want you, Kane.” Her voice was strong, no longer whimpering. “I’m not made of glass. I need you inside me.”
“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m done holding back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” She countered just as his mouth crashed onto hers again. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers spreading her as he slipped one finger, then two. “Fuck, you’re tight, but so wet for me.”
“It’s been a while,” She admitted in a husky tone, then leaned up and bit his lip as she jerked her hips against his hand. “Make me ready to take all of you.”
Something dangerous lit in his eyes.
He worked her with his fingers, adding another, pumping them inside her, prepping her body for what was to come.
Watching Kane watch himself as he pleasured her with his fingers was so damn hot.
She moaned when he withdrew his finger. He lowered his body, planting a kiss on her inner thigh that had her moaning in anticipation.
The intensity in his stare alone stole her breath, but when he lowered himself between her legs, Monica’s entire body went tight.
He pushed her knees wider, slowly and deliberately, as if he enjoyed watching her react. “Look at you,” he growled, his voice a razor-edge scrape of hunger. “You’re trembling for me.”
She should’ve been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Not even close. His roughness did something to her, something profound and wicked that she didn’t want to control. She loved sex, and she wasn’t embarrassed by that fact.
Kane dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs, his touch firm and possessive.
“Fuck…” he whispered, his voice low and dark as he took in the sight of her. Then his mouth was on her.
The first stroke of his tongue had her entire back arching off the bed. He groaned against her like she was the best thing he’d tasted in a long damn time. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he devoured her like he had been starving for this. For her.
Monica’s fingers twisted in the sheets before she reached down, grabbing for him, needing something to hold onto. The second her hand brushed his hair, he growled and pushed deeper, dragging his tongue against her in a way that made her gasp his name.
“Kane—oh my God—”
His mouth sealed over her, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out. She felt the slide of his fangs barely graze her skin, and her entire body clenched.
He licked her again, slower this time, like he was tasting every reaction she gave him. “You gonna come for me?” He hissed against her.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her breath was coming too fast, her thoughts scattered.
“Answer me, Monica,” Kane ordered, his eyes looked up at her, his mouth glistening, and his fangs were much longer. He looked so damn sexy, glaring at her from between her legs, demanding that she answer him. “Or I stop.”
“Yes, Kane!” She answered, then tried to push her pussy back to his lips. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Good girl,” he said, then shifted, hooking his arms under her thighs and pulling her closer, locking her against his mouth. His tongue moved harder, his mouth relentless, and Monica felt herself slipping.
“Come,” he ordered against her soaked skin, voice rough enough to drag her over the edge. “Now.”
Her entire body shattered on command. If she could think a coherent thought, she’d be shocked at how her body responded to his command.
The orgasm hit hard. It was sharp and blinding, but Kane didn’t stop.
He held her down, licking her through every wave like he planned to take all of it from her.
Monica trembled uncontrollably, her hands gripping his hair, his shoulders, anything she could reach as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Only when she was completely spent and breathless did he slow.