Chapter 5 #2
I should stop and think about this. I’m letting Kane Ravencourt fuck me. I never wanted to become just another notch on his bedpost, another willing hole he gets to dip his dick into, and yet… I can’t seem to stop this.
I don’t want to because it feels too good.
Maybe it’s for the best. Once the chase is over, he’ll leave me alone and I won’t have to see him again.
“Tell me you want my cock.”
“I don’t…” I gasp for air. “I don’t want it.” There are some truths I’ll bring with me to the grave. And this, how much I love his dick, is one of them.
“No?” Kane’s now moving, wading closer to the beach with me in his arms. When he reaches ankle-deep water, he lays me down and takes me with an intensity that’s both terrifying and thrilling.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, bracing on his elbows to keep his weight off me.
Damn. I should’ve thought of that earlier. It didn’t even cross my mind because he muddles my brain.
I nod as he slows his thrusts and looks down between our bodies.
“Yes. I was also tested recently,” I rush out, hoping and praying he was, too. It’s not like me to be this irresponsible.
His eyes lock onto mine, dark with lust. He kisses me with such fierce hunger that I moan into his mouth. “I’ve been tested too. Don’t worry,” he says when we finally pull apart.
We’re a tangle of limbs and moans, the slap of skin and broken breaths. Kane shifts onto his knees, hooking my thighs into the crooks of his elbows.
From this angle, my naked body is fully exposed, and his hungry gaze burns a path across my flushed skin.
When his eyes drop to my pussy, he tilts his head and slows his thrusts. “You take me so fucking well,” he murmurs, pulling out and slapping his cock over my slick folds. He lifts my ankles onto his shoulders and presses back into me. “Like you were made for me.”
My inner walls clamp down on his thick length as a warm, tightening sensation spreads through my limbs, a coil curling tighter and tighter. A few more thrusts and I’ll explode.
I’ve never felt so full, so aroused. Why is he so good at this? So, so good.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He drops my legs and falls forward, hands buried in the sand on either side of my head as he drives into me, pumping his cock in and out. “Let go, little thief. Let me have you.”
God, I’m so close. His pace quickens, and my walls clench tight, spasming.
My eyes roll back as I sink my fingers into his flesh, my spine arching while my muscles tense.
I come harder than I ever have, crying out Kane’s name as my core pulses, throbs, and grips him.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” He presses his forehead to mine, and for a moment our eyes meet. He’s trembling on top of me, his breath shaky against my lips, his muscles quivering beneath my fingers.
After a few final, deep thrusts, he pulls out and buries his face in my neck. A groan vibrates through his chest, and hot cum spills over my belly and chest as he finds his release.
Minutes pass as we lie tangled together, breathless and content. Kane finally lifts his head and kisses me tenderly before rolling away, and we stare up at the blue sky. Everything feels surreal.
A giggle bubbles up from my chest. Kane’s blue eyes lock on mine, sparkling with the same humor I feel.
“What’s up?” he asks.
I push up onto my elbows, disturbing the shallow water. “We’re naked.”
“What?!” The mock surprise in his tone cracks me up, and I giggle again at his theatrics, a sound that feels bizarre coming from me.
“We’re naked? Really?” He peers down at his body and splashes water over his rippling abs, where it pools in his belly button. “How did that happen?”
Chewing my lip, I salivate over the dark trail of hair and his softening cock, still an impressive size, if you ask me.
“What happened to our clothes?” He pretends to look back toward the beach, farther up where his car is parked.
I smack his arm, my chest shaking with laughter. His lips curl slightly before he brushes sand from his wet hair. At least we’re not cold anymore, though we will be soon if we don’t dry off.
Giving up on taming his hair, Kane pulls me close by the waist, and I straddle him, caught off guard by the gentle expression on his face.
He brushes my sandy hair from my shoulder, the tenderness of the gesture sending a shiver through me. “God, you’re beautiful.”
I flush fiercely, my heart swelling as he traces the backs of his fingers along my collarbone. I think I’m falling for him.
Overhead, an eagle’s cry pierces the sky like a mourning call across the moors. I lean down and kiss Kane, losing myself in his forbidden taste and touch. Out here, we can forget the world and all its darkness, if only for a little while longer.
Away from Bleakmoor, it’s easy to forget our differences. I’m just me, and Kane is… well, he’s Kane, not the son of a founding father. And I’m not a poor girl from the Falls with a sick mother in the hospital and an alcoholic father passed out on the couch.
I’m just… me.
And I savor the way it feels to rediscover that part of myself. Suddenly, I don’t want to give it up.