Chapter 29 #2
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m drenched.
Aching.
Utterly wrecked.
He breaks the kiss, and I nearly whimper at the distance. Thank God his hands are still on me, digging into my hips, keeping me right where he wants me.
The look on his face is a promise and a warning all at once. “You drive me insane, you know that?”
His voice is a husky whisper, raw and drenched in need. His hands start to glide up my back, and I can feel his rough fingers skimming my bare skin, leaving wreckage in their wake.
I swallow hard. My head is spinning and my body is screaming for more.
And just when I think I find my breath again, he takes it from me.
His lips crash into mine, hungrier this time, and there's no hesitation.
His fingers twist into my hair, deepening the kiss, dragging me under with him.
The dominance in his touch ignites something dark and reckless inside me.
I can't even help the gasp that comes out of me as I arch into him.
His other hand slides upward, but it's slow enough to be pure torture. His fingertips tease along my ribs, brushing dangerously close to the edge of my breast, and my breath stills.
His thumb traces lazy, devastating circles over my skin. Each pass edges closer building the tension growing in me, and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised at this point if I was wet enough that I was dripping down my legs.
“Please,” I beg. Not even sure what I'm begging for.
“Tell me to stop.”
The words rumble against my lips, dark and dangerous.
His mouth hovers just above mine, so close I can feel every ragged breath. I don’t answer. I can’t. The words won’t come because they’d be a lie. I don’t want him to stop, not tonight. Not when every touch feels like it’s unraveling something inside me that I didn’t even know was there.
We can go back to pretending this doesn't exist tomorrow. But tonight, I just want to get lost in him.
His thumb brushes higher, grazing my breast, and a shiver racks through me.
A growl rumbles low in his throat as his grip on my waist tightens.
“Princess,” he growls. It sounds like his voice edged with restraint. His lips hover just above mine, daring me to stop him.
Heat flares through me, and my hands slide up his chest, tracing every sculpted inch of him, hungry to feel more.
God, I’ve thought about this so many times, but nothing compares to the real thing. The way his body feels beneath my fingertips, all control and chaos waiting to be unleashed.
I want more.
I push into him, hoping he gets the hint, and his hands snap around my wrists, catching them, pulling me back with a steady grip.
The corner of his mouth curves, “You don’t get to touch me, Princess.”
His grip tightens slightly, dragging my hands back down, forcing me to stay right where he wants me. “Not yet.”
A frustrated sound starts to make its way up my throat.
I almost pout. My fingers ache to keep exploring, to test his control, to see how far I can push before he snaps.
But before I can even form another thought, his hand cradles my face, and his thumb drags slow, devastating circles along my cheek.
His mouth moves to my throat, and the world ceases to exist. His lips press against my pulse, soft at first, like a warning wrapped in velvet.
His teeth graze my skin before he bites down just enough to have me gasping.
The sharp sting ripples through me, and it's a perfect collision of pleasure and pain. I dig my fingers into his hips, clutching him like he’s the only thing keeping me standing.
And if I'm being entirely honest, he is.
His grip tightens, and heat crashes through me, obliterating any thoughts I was having.
One second, I’m braced against him. The next, I’m liquid in his hands, and completely at his mercy.
He's the only thing keeping me upright as my knees threaten to buckle. Each breath I take is shallow, like I can’t get enough air. The warmth in my hands flares, matching the electric heat coursing through my veins, leaving me shaking and completely undone.
His kiss is brutal. His tongue teases, demands, and coaxes me deeper into the fire. And I don’t hesitate. I press closer, tasting him like I’m starved for it.
A sharp nip at his bottom lip earns me a low growl, the sound reverberates through his chest. His hands slide down my body, finding the slits in my dress.
When his fingers dig into my thighs, it feels like he's branding me with his touch.
The way his hands squeeze, has me aching in all the places I wish he was touching.
I move against him needing more, wanting to see if I can get his control to slip. I feel it in the way his grip tightens, and the way his tongue stills for half a second.
When I nip at his bottom lip again, only harder this time, I know I'm playing with the frayed edges of his restraint. His answering growl sends a delicious thrill straight through me and for one fleeting moment, I think I’ve gained the upper hand. Then his voice wrecks me.
“Careful, Princess.” He warns. “You keep testing me like that, and we’re not stopping.”
His eyes drill me to the spot, daring me to call his bluff. The corner of my mouth lifts and my body reacts before my brain can intervene. He might be fighting to keep control, but I see the cracks forming and I'm in the mood to play.
His hands slide up my sides, beneath the fabric, his rough fingers graze my nipple, and my brain abandons ship, leaving nothing but my hormones in charge.
The shock of it sends me reeling, and when he pinches, a broken gasp leaves me.
His smirk presses against my mouth, and I realize he was never the one unraveling. I was.
Every nerve feels exposed, while his hands continue to explore me with devastating precision. I never stood a chance against this man. And right now, I don’t care. It’s so fucking worth it.
But I’m not going down without a fight. My hand slides lower, grabbing the hard length pressing into me, and he freezes.
“Raven.”
I lean back just enough to meet his eyes, batting my eyelashes.
“What’s the matter, leprechaun?” I purr, arching a brow. “Let me guess… can’t do that either?”
His jaw tenses, and his grip on me tightens. But it’s the chuckle that sends a sharp thrill racing straight to my clit. “Not unless you want to fuck around and find out, pretty girl.”
Instantly soaked.
Heat flares through me, and now I can feel a wicked pulse between my thighs. Suddenly, I’m fighting a losing battle against the storm crashing through me.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through the air, and lord help me, I'm here for every torturous second of it. I want to touch him, but I know he'll stop me if I try.
The second my eyes fall to his lips, he's on me. His tongue coaxes my lips apart while his hands are on my waist, lifting me onto the counter, as I try to steady my breathing.
The only reminder of my earlier incident is the dull ache of pain. I wince slightly, but it's forgotten when his mouth grazes my ear, and I’m arching into him. His lips trail down my neck before his teeth bite down hard enough to have me gasping, and clenching his shirt.
“Kane, please.” The ache between my thighs turns unbearable.
His teeth scrape lower and his hands grip my thighs, spreading them just enough to make me hold my breath.
Then he drops to his knees.
“Kane, wh—” My voice barely makes it past my lips before his mouth finds my thigh. His lips press a kiss so achingly slow that my pulse skips and finally gives up entirely. His lips trail higher and each kiss feels like a spark, his fingers slowly push my dress up inch by inch.
He pauses, looking up at me. Waiting.
“Hmmm?” My voice is a breathless whisper. I blink, trying to clear the haze.
“You were saying something?” His voice is low and I can hear the smirk in it.
Smug bastard.
“Oh, umm…” I stammer, my mind a complete blur. Whatever I was going to say is long gone, obliterated, a casualty of his mouth.
My breath slows, every inhale dragging through my lungs feels impossible as his mouth continues its torturous path, each kiss pulling me deeper under his control.
It’s impossible to think.
Impossible to do anything but let him destroy me.
My head falls back and my hands grip the counter, my nails pressing into the surface while my thighs ache to press together. But his hands won’t let them.
His breath is warm against my skin, but his voice is a dark rasp that I want to drown in.
“Tell me to stop, Raven.”
Like hell.
My pulse a violent drum against my ribs, refusing to break under his stare. “What… what are you doing?”
His smirk is devastating, pure sin wrapped in arrogance, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, his teeth graze my inner thigh, just enough to make me gasp again.
“You know exactly what I’m doing.”
His possessive grip spreads my legs wider. “You’re supposed to kneel in front of a queen, aren’t you?” His breath teasing against my skin. “So I’m exactly where I should be. On my knees.”
Oh, fuck.
The cool air against my skin is the only warning I get before his hands slide beneath the fabric, moving it aside.
His eyes snap to mine, blazing with unfiltered hunger, but they don’t stay there. They drop back down and his tongue flicks out, licking his bottom lip as if he’s already tasting me before he even touches me.
“Fuck.”
The second his lips are on me, his tongue moves. My legs tremble, but his hands are there, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot. “Let me taste you.”
He groans, and the vibration sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through me. My fingers dig into his hair and I grip it, trying not to dig my nails into his scalp.
“Is this what you wanted?” His dark voice taunts me as he drags his tongue achingly slow, teasing me with everything and nothing all at once.
“Or did you think I was going to leave you dripping and send you on your way… again?”
I can feel his lips curve against me, and then he’s devouring me. Each stroke is calculated destruction, testing how far he can push before I break. And I thought I was in control.
My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, and his growl is pure sin, lighting up every nerve in my body.
“I said no touching,” he warns, pulling back just enough to make my thighs tremble in protest.
I suck in a breath, glaring down at him, but even I can hear how uneven my voice sounds. “Then stop making me want to.”
He laughs, cocky as hell, and it's turning into my new favorite kink.
“Careful." His grip tightens, spreading my legs even wider. “Keep pushing, and you’ll see exactly how well I keep my promises."
I’d do just about anything right now to relieve what’s been building between my legs all day, so it's tempting.
“No smart remarks?” His breath hovers against my aching pussy, making me feel every second of exactly how in control he still is.
I could kill him.
I make a frustrated noise, trying to shift my hips.
He chuckles. “There she is.”
His tongue moves with brutal precision. His grip tightens, locking me in place, and forcing me to take every slow, torturous stroke of his tongue.
My back arches into him. A sharp gasp tears from my lips, my body is desperate for more. The pressure builds, twisting into something unbearable, something that’s going to shatter me completely.
The tingling in my hands spreads, creeping into every inch of my body, like a wildfire I can’t contain. I feel like I'm ready to snap, but he’s not done toying with me.
“Kane.” His name slips out like a plea.
And he fucking answers.
He doubles down, his mouth is relentless, each calculated stroke bringing me right to the edge. My body tenses in his hands.
“Please,” I gasp, my voice is so wrecked. I'm so desperate that if I had any shame left, I’d be mortified. But I don’t. I just need him to finish what he started.
“Come for me, Princess.”
The command shatters me.
Pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, tearing through me with raw, violent intensity. I cry out, and my body locks up as the release takes me. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
My head falls back and my chest heaves while I try to remember how to breathe, or how to think.
I don’t know how long it takes for the world to settle, but when I finally open my eyes, Kane is already standing, watching me.
And that look is pure, devastating satisfaction.
His fingers tug my dress back into place, and his touch is such a contrast to the absolute fucking destruction he just left in his wake.
And because he’s a cocky bastard who was clearly made to ruin me, he leans in and captures my lips in a slow, devastating kiss.
I can taste myself on him, and the power shift is so intoxicating, that for a second, I forget what just happened. His hands stay on my thighs, gripping firmly. A fresh wave of need rolls through my body.
Then he pulls back, leaving me wanting.
He lets out a long breath and his eyes drag over me like he’s making sure I’m still standing.
“We should stop.”
My pulse still hasn’t recovered, but my brain restarts at those words. I blink, trying to focus, trying to figure out if I misheard him.
His lips twitch as he watches me struggle. “Unless you want to be naked in here.”
His eyes lock onto mine, and there’s no mistaking that he means every word. And for one reckless second, I actually consider it.
His tongue darts out over his lips, and I swear to God, I almost cave.
The only thing stopping me is the fact that he's stepping back. His head tilts, watching me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Can I show you something?”
The haze in my mind barely clears enough for me to process his words. “Oh, yeah. Sure,” I manage, my voice still breathless, giving away just how far gone I still am.
I clear my throat, trying to calm my racing pulse, and my entire fucking existence, forcing a shaky smile.