Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Kat
I wake with a start, Win still on top of me. Still inside me.
“How long was I asleep?” I slur.
“Five minutes,” he answers, pulling out. I feel his loss, my body hollow without him.
I pick up my head, my body following him as he lifts up, lying next to me. “Any chance you want to do it again?”
He quirks a brow, his hand coming to my belly as he pushes me back down on the bed. “You’re too new at this for a double session.”
“I don’t care about that,” I protest. “I like you inside me.”
His eyes narrow as he leans forward, kissing me for the hundredth time in the last hour. I don’t mind. “I like me inside you too. But I won’t risk hurting you.” And then he pushes up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” I’m being so needy, I can feel it. But I know that after tonight, he might very well belong to someone else.
He stops at the cart and lifts the cover off one of the plates. “Come eat.”
“You know, for a man with a very large house, we spend most of our time in this one room.”
He smiles, making my toes curl. “I’m keeping you all to myself.”
That makes me feel both good and niggle with a bit of worry. Of course, we’re not announcing that we’re sleeping together to the entire staff. It makes sense that we stay tucked behind closed doors.
But I ignore the fears as I push the covers back and stand. “I might just need to use the bathroom first.”
“Of course,” he answers and then picks up his shirt placing it around my shoulders.
All my worries are forgotten as I slip my arms into his sleeves, pushing up the cuffs and inhaling is scent.
It falls down to my midthigh when I stand, and I wrap it around my body, placing my nose in the collar.
“Kitten, you look adorable but go to the bathroom so that I can get some food in you.”
I do as he commands, cleaning myself up and dragging a brush through my hair.
By the time I come out, he’s uncovered the food, placing the tray on a low table that sits between two chairs. Our makeshift dining table is positioned in front of the large bank of windows that look out over the drive.
He sees me and grabs the bottle of champagne, topping off our glasses.
With a sigh of gratitude, I sit down to eat the delicate pasta in a cream sauce with some sort of salted pork. It’s delicious and, it turns out, he was right. I’m hungry.
He eats too, but mostly with one hand, his other resting on my bare leg. The gentle stroke of his fingers unwinds the worry that had been building inside me.
I marvel again at how different our physical relationship is from our verbal one. When we speak, it’s frequently teeth and fangs. When we touch though…it’s cashmere and kittens.
I love his touch now.
And I appreciate how gentle he’s been as my body adjusts to having sex, and to his size.
But this last time it barely hurt until it didn’t hurt at all.
And I’m dying to know what kind of fire we’re really capable of creating.
I take a few sips of champagne, but I don’t indulge much and neither does Win. Honestly, I don’t really drink.
When you grow up in a house like mine, you break one of two ways. You escape into drugs and alcohol, or you barely touch it to remain constantly vigilant.
With Win, I don’t need to be vigilant. Physically, this man would never hurt me. My body is completely safe with him.
It’s odd. I think I might have known that from the first. Sensed it somehow. I’ve never told a soul about the scars on my body or about the abuse.
Not even my sister. But with Win…
It’s like I understood that I could place some of my burdens on him and he’d be strong enough to hold them for me.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, as if he knows my thoughts have turned dark.
“I was just marveling that I’ve shared secrets with you I haven’t told anyone ever.”
“Like what?”
I look away from his dark gaze, staring at the far wall. “The scars for one…my plans for another.”
He plucks the glass from my fingers, setting it down before he lifts me from my chair and into his arms. “You can tell me anything, kitten.”
“I know,” I answer. My arms going around his neck.
Even if our sexual relationship is short, I’m fairly certain that Win will always be my ally.
He’s one of the few people in this world that outpaces me in stamina and strength.
He’s an amazing person to have on my side.
“But I don’t want to be your kitten for the rest of the night. ”
He stops midway to the bed, his eyes narrowing. “What does that mean?”
“I want to be a hellcat,” I purr back. “And I’m pretty sure my claws are razor sharp.”
“Woman,” he growls, “don’t tempt me.”
“Are you tempted?” I ask, digging my fingertips into his neck. I can feel the divots I left earlier.
His answer is to take one more step and then toss me on the bed.
I land in a heap, shirt falling open, legs splaying out, as he pounces on top of me, his large body covering mine.
So, it’s like that…
I grab his neck, digging my fingernails in deep enough to draw blood. In fact, if he thinks he’s going to court other women tomorrow night, he’ll be wearing my marks all over his body.
I scratch down his back, knowing that I’m drawing blood.
His mouth comes down in a kiss meant to bruise, but I am way past caring.
In fact, as teeth join lips and tongues, the violence of it only fuels the passion.
My fingernails reach his lower back, and I lift my hands up to smack them down hard on his ass, before I squeeze his cheeks, telling him what I expect.
I want him to drive into me. Hard.
He rears back, his nostrils flaring. “It’s like that, is it?”
“I want you inside me.”
He pushes up on his knees, ripping at his trousers until they’re down his thighs and then he’s back on top of me, the hard head of his cock pressing inside me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper.
“Fuck, Kat,” he spits in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
He bottoms out and I dig my heels in deep, keeping him there for several seconds. I just like being full of him.
He lifts up enough to look down at me. “You want to drive, do you?”
It’s a rare conversation when Win speaks more than I do, but my response is just a single jerk of my chin.
Rolling over, he pulls me on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Have your way, HellKat.”
Planting my hands on his chest, my breasts pushed together, I push up his length and then slide back down. I nearly explode when I’m full again, because not only does he feel amazing inside me, but he’s pressing on my clit in this way that sends sparks lighting behind my eyes.
It brings out something feral as I once again dig my fingernails into his skin, leaving marks on his chest this time. He’s going to be a mess after this. Good.
But I’m not proving any points now, he just feels so amazing that I lose myself as I set a pace that doesn’t allow for thought or reason. I’m mindless as I chase the orgasm.
Win has got my hips in his hands, and he slams me down on his cock, over and over, the cords of his neck taut, I know he’s right there with me, just trying to hold on until we both break.
The orgasm that’s building takes over every nerve in my body, every muscle tightening as I fling my head back, my cries filling the room.
I’m desperate for more, I don’t want it to end. I can’t get enough, and I pump harder, my muscles screaming, my breath coming out in short needy gasps that punctuate the feral sounds I’m making.
“Cum for me, Kat. Let me hear you scream,” Win grits out, his grip on my hips so tight, he’s likely leaving bruises.
I don’t care, I push down on him, once, twice more, and then break apart, doing exactly what he asks. I scream his name.
He doesn’t let up though, pumping into me with a force that may break a weaker woman before he roars, his body shuddering as he cums.
He twitches as he continues to pump inside me, his grip loosening only the slightest bit.
Finally, he slides his hands up my ribs and then pulls me down onto his chest.
“That was…”
I’m not sure why, but I don’t want to know what he’ll say next. I know that I was in part fueled by the loss I feel coming, and I don’t want him to say out loud that he felt my crazy coming to the surface. I shake my head, my hair rubbing against his skin.
“What’s wrong?” His voice is rough with concern as his hand comes to my jaw, lifting my face up.
I can feel tears stinging my eyes. I don’t want to tell him what I saw on his phone, I don’t want to hear him say that he has no choice, he has to marry one of those perfect English roses.
Of course he does. He’s a duke. So, I just say, “I’m scared.”
His whole body softens, enveloping me in his embrace as he brushes a hand down my hair. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, kitten. When it comes to your safety, there isn’t anything I won’t do to keep you safe.”
I lift my head up. I want to believe those words. And when it comes to his touch, I do. But in life, revenge even…
“This coming from the man who outed me to my father two days ago.”