Chapter 38 Unravel #3
He leans in, his mouth brushing against mine, and I can feel the dark promise in his words. “I want to show you what it means to truly be worshiped.”
My hands curl against the edge of the table as I surrender to the weight of his command. His words ignite a fire that consumes me whole.
His mouth trails down my neck and I can feel each deliberate kiss, calculated to unravel me. My body responds, and every nerve is alive with anticipation. His lips reach the edge of my dress, grazing the curve of my breasts, and I bite back a whimper as heat floods through me.
“Kane, please,” I whimper. Unable to stay still and not touch him.
He pauses, dragging his eyes up my body in a slow caress to meet mine. The intensity pins me in place, stealing my breath. He slowly gathers the fabric, inch by agonizing inch, revealing the sensitive skin beneath. His lips follow, each kiss sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
My hands twitch with the urge to reach for him, but his earlier command holds me captive. His hands slide further up my thighs, grazing the delicate fabric of my underwear. I gasp, arching into him, desperate for friction.
He pushes my legs further apart, and leans in as his mouth brushes against the inside of my thigh. “You smell so good,” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive. “Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?”
His words send a rush straight through me, heat pooling between my thighs as my heart pounds wildly. My mind is a mess of need, and I can't think straight. The anticipation coils tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe.
“Since the last time you did it?” I whisper. The words don't even have the edge I wanted. They sound wrecked and desperate, because I am. God, I want him.
“Yeah, well,” he murmurs, each word punctuated by a kiss that sets my nerves on fire. “I didn’t get the chance to truly savor you the way I wanted.” His lips skim higher, and his breath alone is a torment against my skin. “To make your body sing for me.”
The flush spreading across my neck is impossible to hide, and I glance away, overwhelmed by the raw intensity in his eyes. But then his lips find the edge of lace, and all rational thought evaporates.
His hands slide to the delicate fabric, pushing it aside without hesitation, and his mouth claims me with a hunger that leaves me gasping.
His tongue flattens, sweeping up my slit in one long, devastating stroke, like he’s got nowhere else to be but buried between my legs.
My head falls back against the table, surrendering completely to the sensation as he devours me like a man possessed.
His mouth moves with precision, his lips and tongue working together to unravel me, and I can’t hold back the sounds that slip from my lips. His grip tightens on my thighs, leaving no room for escape. I'm likely going to have bruises tomorrow.
I can't take it anymore. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more of him. I’m lost and my body is arching into him as he drives me higher and higher. When his fingers tease my entrance, I’m left breathless and wanting.
A gasp rips out of me and my hand flies to cover my mouth. My hips betray me, lifting for him. His response is devastating. “You don’t get to do that. Let me hear you.”
His command is like a brand, and I let my hand fall, surrendering to the moment. The sounds spilling from my lips are desperate and needy.
My thighs tremble as the pressure inside me builds, threatening to snap. He sucks harder, teasing my clit with his fingers, coaxing me closer and closer to the breaking point.
Pleasure crashes over me in a tidal wave that obliterates everything else.
“Kane,” I gasp. His name is ripped from my lips like a curse. My body bucks beneath him, and my fingers tangle in his hair, clutching desperately to him as he pulls me under, consuming me completely.
My breath shatters into ragged gasps, as my chest heaves. He slides a finger inside me while his tongue and lips devour me with a hunger that sets my nerves on fire all over again.
He curls his finger, finding that perfect spot, and my hips rock against him, chasing more. The need I have for him right now is so consuming it leaves me raw and desperate. When he adds another finger, the sound of it only amplifies the intoxicating pull.
“You like that, pretty girl?” His voice is a low, sinful growl that sends a shiver straight through me. I almost come again.
“Yes,” I gasp, the word tumbles out of my lips, offering myself up without a second thought.
A dark groan rumbles from him, reverberating through my body. His lips latch onto the inside of my thigh, and the sharp bite sends pleasure rocketing through me. I pull him closer as I break apart beneath him, the orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire.
“That’s it, Princess,” his voice is rough and commanding. “Let me taste you.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, drawing out every ripple of pleasure until I’m nothing but a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.
As the final waves subside, my first coherent thought is that I didn’t know I could come this hard without him inside me. It’s a revelation and a promise of what’s to come.
He rises slowly, and I can see that wicked smirk dripping with dark satisfaction cut across his face. His eyes lock on mine as he drags a finger between his lips, sucking it clean with sinful patience.
“You taste like sin." His voice is so rough, it makes my pussy throb. “And I’m far from finished.”
Then, without warning, his fingers skim the curve of my breast. His eyes never leave mine as he yanks my dress down, exposing me to the air. My nipples harden instantly, and a thrill shoots through me so sharp I almost gasp.
His hand returns between my legs, reigniting the fire curling deep inside me. His mouth descends, capturing my nipple in his mouth and I’m arching into him once again.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice raw with hunger.
His hand trails up my body, leaving a burning path in its wake. His slick fingers brush against my lips and he pauses.
“Open.”
It’s not a request.
My heart stutters, and my pulse races under the weight of his stare. Slowly, I part my lips, as he pushes his fingers inside. The taste of myself is intoxicating, and his dark eyes hold me captive.
“Suck yourself off of me.” His tone leaves no room for anything but obedience.
I wrap my lips around his fingers, dragging my tongue as I taste myself on him.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and with one swift move, he pulls me off the table and onto his lap as he sits on the couch. His lips are on mine, wild and consuming. His hands tear my dress over my head and toss it aside as if it’s the only thing keeping him from me. And I let him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, smearing it my drool. “You’re perfect.”
His lips blaze a trail down my neck, across my chest, biting and marking as he goes. The need inside me is feral, and I’m desperate for him. My fingers tear at his shirt, yanking it over his head, exposing hard muscle and ink that looks like shadows are carved into flesh.
The lightning picks the perfect moment and flashes through the room, illuminating him like a god of war, all lethal grace and power.
I hold my breath as I take in his inked skin, rippling muscle, and scars that only make him look more untouchable. The way the ink curves and shifts with his muscles is mesmerizing, like it’s daring me to trace it with my tongue. It’s a declaration, a warning and an invitation all at once.
He catches me staring, and the hunger in his eyes makes my pulse hammer.
He chuckles, and suddenly I’m on my back, feeling the soft carpet against my skin. Somehow, I'm even more wound up now—after getting off twice. But here I am. A needy bitch.
Heat and muscle press me into the plush rug while his mouth moves lower. He’s tearing me apart and putting me back together with every possessive touch. My nails rake down his back, and I can feel his muscles flexing.
“Now,” I gasp, trembling with raw need. “Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Please,” I whisper, the word escaping as a plea.
With a dangerous smile, he pulls me closer.
With one swift motion, my panties are gone, discarded like they never mattered.
The soft clink of his belt makes my breath hitch, and when he pushes his pants down, I’m incapable of looking anywhere else.
He’s all hard lines and impossible perfection, every inch of him is designed to ruin me.
And God, am I going to let him.
He’s huge. Like, how-is-that-physically-possible huge. My thoughts are spinning, struggling to comprehend how he could even fit. But my body seems to have other ideas. I take my time, drinking in every inch of him.
As he lines himself up, the stretch is a blinding mix of pleasure and pain. An intoxicating burn as he fills me inch by inch. My body arches, welcoming him, even as I struggle to adjust.
For a minute, I don't think I can take all of him, but he doesn’t stop. It's overwhelming, a relentless pressure that leaves me gasping.
His name spills from my lips in a broken cry as I cling to him, my body arching, meeting his rhythm. His hands grip my hips, as he pulls me closer, as if he can’t get enough.
“Kane,” I gasp.
His pace quickens, each thrust hitting deeper, tearing me apart. My legs tighten around his waist, dragging him even closer, and somewhere in the distance, I can hear the storm outside raging in tandem with the storm inside me.
“You’re so close.” His command is a dark rasp. “Let go for me.”
Pleasure crashing over me in violent waves, ripping a scream from my throat as I come undone. But he doesn’t stop. I've never felt anything like this.
“Fuck,” his grip tightens, his thrusts growing erratic. The sound sends another shiver through me, a final aftershock that leaves me trembling.
I feel the heat spread through my body all over again, and I’m suddenly desperate for more. He rolls, pulling me on top of him, gripping my thighs. “Ride me, Princess.”
Thank fuck. The need to come again tears through me, and it's relentless. I grind against him, feeling every thick inch stretching me. His eyes burn into mine, and his hands tighten in a bruising grip.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Take what you need.”
My body moves on instinct, riding him desperately. My hips grind faster, chasing the pleasure that burns hotter with every movement. He watches me for a second, but the control in his touch snaps, and he meets me thrust for thrust, his body just as desperate, just as insatiable as mine.
The pressure spirals, until I’m unraveling again, shattering around him. My body convulses, as pleasure tears through me again. I give myself over to it completely, feeling like I’m being consumed and set free all at once. I'll never recover from this.
I cry out, desperate to ground myself as I break apart. Stars dance behind my closed eyelids, and the intensity of it leaves me lightheaded. I can't even think straight.
His hands guide my hips, dragging out every last ounce of sensation, pushing me higher, until I collapse against him, utterly undone and to my surprise, aching for more.
Before I can catch my breath, I’m on my knees and his hands hold me in place, positioning me exactly where he wants me.
The heat of his body against mine is bliss, as I feel the hard length of him press into me.
I can feel his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns over my skin, and I swear I can feel myself dripping down my legs.
His rhythm is relentless. Each thrust is deeper, harder, and more desperate.
His fingers dig into my hips with enough force to leave bruises, and I love the way it feels.
The raw sound that rips from his chest sends a final shiver through me, and with one last powerful thrust, he lets go completely, groaning my name as he finds his release. It's everything I didn't know I needed.
The storm outside is still raging and I can hear the thunder crashing as lightning streaks across the windows.
The room is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing and the faint hum of rain against the glass.
His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer, like he’s daring the world to interrupt the moment.
I don’t even want to move and my body is still tingling with the aftershocks of what we just did.
It’s reckless, and I don’t know where it comes from, especially with how exhausted my body feels, but I want more.
The thought alone has me questioning my sanity.
I want him to ruin me again and again until I’m nothing but a breathless, trembling mess beneath him.
How could that just happen, and yet my body is telling me it wants more?
He rolls onto his side, looking right at me and there’s an openness there that feels dangerous. His fingers trace lazy circles on my skin, and it’s such a simple touch, but it’s disarming.
How does he do this to me? How do I still want him when I just had him? It’s infuriating, and I know I’m not walking away from this.
“Still with me, Princess?” His chuckle breaks the silence.
A smile tugs at my lips, and I arch a brow. “Well, I’m still breathing, so I’d say you didn’t completely destroy me.”
He leans in, brushing a stray curl from my face. “If I wanted to destroy you, you wouldn’t be talking right now.”
The challenge in his tone sets me on fire, and I can’t resist. “Oh? Maybe you need to work on your technique, then.”
“Keep pushing, and you’ll be begging for me.”
A shiver rolls through me and I bite my lip, refusing to back down, even as the heat in his eyes makes me wet all over again.
Kane moves, reaching for the edge of the couch, and my eyes track the motion as he picks up the envelope. The teasing edge evaporates, replaced by something heavier as his expression hardens.
“I know you don’t want to,” he murmurs, his tone turning serious. “But you’re going to want to look at this.”