Chapter 9
KANE
She’s mine. I know it like I know my own name. And I need her to feel that in her bones.
“Come here,” I say.
Her chin lifts. “Kane…”
“Come here,” I repeat, softer.
She crosses the room, slow like she’s not sure what version of me she’s about to get. Fair. I’ve earned that. I let fear call the shots for too damn long. That ends tonight.
When she’s close enough, I reach for her face, and she lets me. Her skin is warm under my palms, soft. I tilt her head up so she’s looking at me.
Her eyes flicker, and I feel her breath catch against my wrist.
“I’m not walking this back. I’m not waking up tomorrow and pretending I didn’t say it. I’m not pretending last night didn’t happen. I’m not ‘just friends’ with you ever again. We’re past that. I’m yours. You’re mine. We’re together.”
A sound slips out of her, quiet, wrecked, shocked. Her hands grab at the front of my shirt.
“You can’t say that like it’s simple,” she whispers.
“It is simple,” I confess. “It’s the simplest thing I’ve ever known.
I love you. I want you. I’m not letting you carry this shit alone anymore.
You’re not going to stand in front of people who pick you apart and smile through it by yourself.
I’m right here. I’m staying right here. If they can’t see how wonderful you are, then fuck them.
You’re the best person I know, and I’m never going to let you forget it, so long as I live. ”
That’s what does it.
I kiss her.
Her mouth opens under mine, and I feel her melt, feel tension slip out of her shoulders like someone finally set her down. I taste wine and salt and the tiniest little sound she makes when I run my thumb under her jaw. I kiss her slow, deep, steady, until she trembles.
When I pull back, she’s breathing hard, pupils blown wide.
“Bed,” I tell her quietly. “Now.”
Her mouth curves the smallest bit. “Bossy.”
“You like me bossy.”
Her laugh is a tiny, shaken thing. “Yeah. I really do.”
She steps back, and I follow her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
Her room’s got this ridiculous full-length mirror near the corner, angled so it faces the bed.
The hotel probably thinks it’s sexy in a champagne-and-rose-petals way.
Right now, all I can think is good. I want her to see what I see.
“Take this off,” I say, brushing my fingers over her dress strap. “I want to see you.”
Her breath stutters. “Kane…”
“Let me see you.”
Her hands go to the zipper at her side. I watch every inch of it. The way her fingers shake. The way her chest rises and falls faster the lower the zipper goes. When the dress loosens, I help pull it down her body, slow, careful, like unwrapping something that’s mine.
She tries to cover her stomach with her hands.
Uh-uh.
I catch her wrists and move them away. “Don’t,” I say quietly. “Don’t hide from me.”
Her voice is barely there. “I…,” she starts, but her voice trails off.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes lift to mine.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my life. Do you understand me? I could spend the rest of my life looking at you and it wouldn’t be enough. Every curve of you makes me lose my mind. You’re my dream girl.”
Color floods her face, and her pulse jumps under my fingers.
“Say yes,” I tell her. My voice comes out low. Rough. “Tell me I get to touch you.”
She swallows. “Yes.”
That one word almost knocks me to my knees.
I drop in front of her instead.
Her thighs are soft and warm under my palms. I slide them apart slowly until she’s open to me. She’s in simple black panties and a matching bra, and she’s sexier than any pinup I’ve ever seen. Fuck. She has no idea how sexy she is.
“You’re already wet,” I murmur, dragging my thumbs along the inside of her thighs, feeling the heat between them.
Her breath hitches. “You barely kissed me.”
“I love how your body responds to me,” I tell her. “I love that you’re soft and warm and hungry for me. I love that you don’t hold back once you let go. You know how hot that is? You know what it does to me?”
Her hands slide into my hair. “Show me.”
I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her legs. She lifts her hips for me without thinking, without hesitation. My chest aches from how sexy she is.
When I settle between her thighs and look up at her, she’s shaking.
I lean in and kiss the inside of her knee first. Slow. Then higher. Then higher. Her breath goes uneven, faster with every inch. By the time I kiss the top of her thigh, she lets out a quiet, desperate sound and tilts her hips toward me.
“Please,” she whispers.
I’m going to remember that forever.
I drag my tongue over her, and she gasps, her whole body jolting. I groan into her because fuck, she tastes delicious. Sweet and soft and a little desperate. I lick her again, slower this time, then wrap my mouth around her clit and suck gently.
Her whole body jerks like she’s been electrified.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, not pushing me away, holding me there like she needs an anchor. “Oh, my God. Kane.”
“That’s it,” I murmur against her, feeling her thighs shake. “Let me hear you.”
She lets out a helpless little moan that goes straight to my cock. I slide one finger through her delicious slickness and push inside her slowly, watching her face.
Her head tips back. Her mouth falls open. She makes this breathless little ah sound that wrecks me.
Morgana’s hips move against my mouth, searching for more, and I give it to her. I curl my finger inside her and suck her clit harder, and she explodes on my tongue.
Her whole body tenses, then snaps. She comes with a choked cry, thighs closing around my head, shaking. I hold her through all of it, licking her soft and slow as the orgasm rolls out of her in waves.
When she slumps back against the mattress, boneless, her chest is heaving, she has a flushed, stunned look on her face.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, then stand.
Her eyes widen when she sees what I’m working with pressing against my zipper. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I say, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “That’s all for you.”
She swallows. “You’re still dressed.”
“Not for long.”
I strip in front of her because I want her to watch. Shirt first. Then belt, jeans, briefs. I’m hard and heavy and already leaking for her, and when her eyes drop to my cock, she sucks in a shaky breath that makes me feel like my spine’s going to snap.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I climb onto the bed with her, and she scoots back so she’s propped against the pillows, curves spilling everywhere, hair wild, bra still on. Jesus Christ. I have never wanted anything in my life the way I want her.
I straddle her thighs, leaning over her, and kiss her again. Slower this time. Deep. I can taste her on my tongue. She can taste herself. Her little whimper tells me she knows it, and likes it.
When I pull back, her eyes are glazed. “Roll over,” I murmur against her mouth. “Turn around. I want you against me.”
She blinks. “Like facing the mirror?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Come here. On your side. Back to my chest.”
I guide her the way I want her, easing her onto her side so her ass is tucked right up against my throbbing cock and I’m spooned around her, our bodies lined up, my arm under her head, my other hand dragging down her stomach. The mirror is right there at the edge of the bed, angled just right.
Her breath stutters when she sees it.
Oh, yeah. She sees exactly what I’m doing.
“Kane,” she whispers, voice gone wrecked. “I can see us.”
“Good,” I growl into her neck, curling my hand over her belly, lower, lower, until I’m cupping her between her thighs. “I want you to see what I see.”
Her thighs fall open for me without my even asking. She’s so trusting that it makes my throat tight.
I slide my cock along her slick seam, slow, teasing, with enough pressure to make both of us groan.
She’s so wet I’m gliding against her, the head of my cock bumping her clit, then lower, then back up.
She tries to push back onto me, chasing more, and I hold her hip still, breathing hard against her ear.
“You feel that?” I murmur. My voice is rough, strained. “That’s what you do to me. I get this hard for you. I can barely think when I’m near you.”
She’s panting now. “Kane. Please.”
“Yeah?” I line myself up with her entrance and press the head of my cock inside her slowly, barely there.
Her whole body jolts. “Oh, my God.”
My eyes slam shut for a second. She’s so tight and hot around me that I actually have to clench my teeth. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so tight I might embarrass myself.”
A broken laugh slips out of her. “You’re not going to—”
“Don’t test me,” I groan.
I push in deeper, inch by inch, and we both groan like we’ve been starving. Her back arches, her ass presses into me, and I sink into her until I’m buried to the base, my cock filling her completely. She clenches around me, and my vision whites out for a second.
“Jesus Christ, Morgana.”
Her hands scramble for something to hold, finally gripping my forearm where it’s wrapped under her chest. “Kane,” she gasps. “You’re so big. I can feel you so deep. I can feel you everywhere.”
That sound she makes when she says “everywhere”? I’m going to think about it until I’m eighty.
I rock into her slowly at first, letting her adjust. My hips move, controlled, steady. She’s panting now, little gasps spilling out of her every time I slide back in.
“Look,” I whisper in her ear. “Look at us.”
Her eyes lift to the mirror.
Yeah. That’s it.
She can see my chest against her back, my arm across her, my hand cupping her breast through the bra. She can see the way her mouth falls open with every thrust. She can see my cock sliding into her, thick and slow, her body taking me deep.
Her eyes go wide. “God.”
“See how good you look?” I grunt, thrusting a little harder and feeling her clench down so sweet and tight that I swear I’m going to lose it. “See how gorgeous you are?”
Her breath stutters. “I’ve never looked at myself like this.”
“Start.” My voice is almost a growl now. I’m losing control. “Start looking at yourself the way I do.”
I roll my hips and hit that spot inside her, and her whole body jerks like I plugged her into a socket. “Oh, Kane…”
“There it is,” I pant, doing it again, harder this time. “Right there? You like that, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop!”
I don’t.
I keep my hand on her breast, thumb rolling over her nipple through the thin fabric, and my other hand slides down, working tight little circles over her clit while I fuck her from behind in slow, thick strokes.
She comes on my cock almost instantly.
Her whole body seizes, and she cries out. I hold her tight while she shakes, fucking her through it, groaning in her ear about how good she feels, how perfect she is.
Her orgasm drags me right to the edge. My hips jerk as my orgasm reaches its breaking point. I want this to last forever, but Morgana feels so good that I can’t control myself.
“Baby,” I grit out, sweating, forehead pressed to her shoulder.
“Yes,” she gasps, still shaking. “Oh my God, please.”
That’s it. That’s all it takes. I’m gone. I swear and bury myself deep inside her.
Pleasure slams through me so hard and radiates up my spine that I see stars.
I groan into her neck, helpless, pumping into her in hard, rough pulses that I can’t slow down.
She’s so tight around me. I feel every twitch of my release, every last pulse rocketing up my spine.
I’m breathing her name over and over again, one hand gripping her hip hard enough I’ll probably leave marks.
For a long moment, all we do is breathe and catch our breath.
Her body soft in my arms. My cock still inside her, both of us throbbing and slick and sated.
I don’t pull out. I can’t. Not yet. I’m not ready to not be touching her.
After a while, she lets out a tiny, dazed sound. “Oh, my God.”
I laugh into her skin, still a little out of breath. “Yeah. Oh, my God.”
We’re both a mess. Her bra’s half twisted. My handprint is blooming pink on her hip. Her lipstick’s gone, her hair is wild, and I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous.
I ease out of her slowly, kissing her shoulder when she gasps. She rolls onto her back, and I roll with her, propping myself up on an elbow so I can hover over her.
Her blue eyes are still heavy, floaty. She looks…soft. Open. Like she let me in somewhere that she doesn’t let anybody.
I smooth a damp curl away from her face. “You okay?”
Her laugh is sleepy and wrecked. “I can’t feel my legs.”
My mouth curves. “That sounds like a yes.”
She smiles back, then it fades into something quieter. Deeper. “Kane?”
“Yeah?”
She swallows hard. “I love you, too.”
Everything in me goes still.
Her voice is soft but sure. No wobble. No doubt. Her hand comes up and cups my jaw like she’s steadying me. “I’ve loved you for years. I stopped letting myself hope you’d ever say it back.”
“I love you,” I say again, because I want her to hear it more than once. I want it in her bloodstream. “I love you so much.”
Her lips curve. “Good. Because you’re not allowed to walk this back in the morning.”
I huff out a laugh. “Baby, I’m going to be telling you I love you in the morning. And the day after that. And the next day, too. Forever. You’re stuck with me.”
Her smile goes soft. “Good,” she whispers. “That’s exactly what I want.”
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