Chapter 46 Jasmine #2
“H-holy… f-f-fuck,” I barely stutter out.
My fingers curl around my shadow bindings, gripping them tightly, as Kane licks and kisses and growls against me.
He grabs my leg, drags it over his shoulder, and immediately thrusts two fingers inside—they glide in from how drenched I am. He plunges them in and out, licking from my entrance all the way to my clit. Then he nuzzles it with his nose, making me spasm.
“Heaven,” he growls in our minds as his thumb replaces his nose, brushing slow circles as his other fingers pump in and out.
It’s the combination of slow, hard thrusts, gentle caresses over my swollen clit, with long, needy swipes of his hot, desperate tongue that has tears falling.
And not once does he pull back, not to pause, or to breathe—he doesn’t give me chance to breathe either. I’m trembling, my legs, my body, but he doesn’t stop and I… I’m so…
“Kane, I—” My eyes squeeze shut.
I feel everything tightening, and his thumb suddenly pushes hard against my pulsing clit.
“Kane—” I can’t manage outside words, not now.
Not when I’m—
He pulls out. Off.
Away.
Everything is just—gone.
I was so fucking close, right there, and then he just…
When I open my eyes, they’re burning. I’m ready to unleash hell on this man for teasing me, building me up, making me wait, and then just… just leaving me—
Kane is naked.
Naked.
My jaw drops.
He’s staring at me, between my legs, my breasts, my face—all the while stroking himself with hard, long pulls. Very long strokes because that is… that’s… that’s never going to fit.
“Why…?” My voice is breathless, the word a whine. I swallow, compose myself a little. “Why did you—”
“I had to.” He’s just as breathless, and he’s still touching himself. “Your sounds, your taste, your warmth…”
He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose. When he looks at me again, those dark eyes burn.
“When I come, when you come, it will be with me inside you.” His words leave no room for argument as he moves closer, stroking himself in slow pulls whilst staring at every piece of me.
Until he’s so close, that the swollen tip of him is just there… my eyes drop to it, I lick my lips, pulling on my restraints. If I could just lean in—
“No, immaru,” he chuckles gently, cupping my cheek and stopping me from getting closer.
I scowl at him as he towers above me, with his beautiful face and muscular body, telling me I can’t have his ridiculously large penis when it’s right there.
“The first time you feel my cock will be with it inside you.” His fingers caress my cheek like he hasn’t just murmured something so hot and lewd. “Where it belongs.”
Oh.
Everything inside me pulses, as though preparing for that very thing, because that’s all I want, that’s all I can focus on. My eyes drop back to—
I’m spun around, my arms are released, finally free—but before I can find my balance, I’m yanked back into a hard chest.
“It’ll be tight,” he rumbles in my ear, holding my jaw and tilting it down to make me see the tip of his large, hard cock jutting out between my thighs.
He slowly slides forwards rubbing himself against my wet pussy as every inch is revealed.
“But I’ll make it fit,” he murmurs. “You’ll take it.” Slowly, he rocks, back and forth, coating himself in my arousal. “All of it.” His shadows snake around my waist, yanking me flush against him.
When his hand grasps his cock, when I feel him notch the tip against my soaking entrance, I struggle to keep my eyes open.
He kisses my cheek, so softly, even as the grip on my jaw tightens.
“Take it, immaru,” he murmurs, coated in a soft growl of command.
Before he slowly pushes in.
I gasp at the careful intrusion, at the burning stretch, as he mutters something dark, gritty, and foreign in my ear.
Then a word I do know.
“Perfect,” he groans, breathless, almost a grunt.
That one word, and it’s like he’s lavished me in compliments.
But he doesn’t move anymore. With just the tip inside me, he takes a moment to pause, to simply feel me around him, to let me adjust to the stretch of his girth.
Then, he inches in—so slowly.
I feel the strain in his body, all his muscles tensing against me as he pushes inside, stretching me—filling me.
“Perfect, immaru,” he whispers, fragmented, breathless.
Oh fuck-ing hell.
Kane’s short rasp of praise is just as deadly as a full sentence. I’m somehow wetter, soaked, more from that than the thick cock slowly sinking into me. Inch-by-inch.
“Mine,” he growls, as he finally thrusts up, all the way inside, making me gasp. Then he stills.
We’re both panting, our bodies trembling from the restraint, the stretch, but also with a desperate need to move.
Neither of us speak, I don’t think we can. Not when I feel so full with his hard cock pulsing inside of me. But I still need more.
I don’t use words. Instead, I lift my hips just enough to pull some of him out of me. He flinches, but I’m already lowering back down. Taking him all the way again.
A needy whine slips out of me, because it’s not enough, I need more of him. But he still isn’t moving.
So I’ll move for him.
Shallow, slow, little movements are all I can manage, but I keep going. Lifting and dropping. Always taking my time. But it works.
A few more seconds, and Kane groans out a low, shuddering noise. It’s an inhuman sound. Something tangled with need and desperation.
I keep going, teasing him, myself, because he refuses to—refuses to lose himself in me.
Because beneath this deep desire, I feel a flicker of his fear. Fear of hurting me, of losing himself, of being too much. But I want it.
When I try to lift myself a little higher, there’s a soft rumble in his chest. A warning maybe? But I keep pushing. Tilting my head back against his shoulder, letting my lips brush his jaw, I move my hips up higher.
Murmuring inside his mind, to him, to his darkness as I lower myself and feel the slide of his cock slipping back inside: “Are you scared, idimmu—”
I’m pushed down, my hands and face flat against the mattress, still on my knees. My hips are pulled up by his hands, his hard chest against my back—
He plunges in so suddenly, so deeply, that I’m knocked forwards and choke on my breath. He yanks me back by my hips with a growl, and starts fucking me.
Hard.
But never fast. No. Each thrust is longer and harder and deeper, but always tortuously slow.
He plunges into me, then pulls all the way to the tip—almost out, then thrusts even deeper. Over and over and over as tears brim in my eyes, and indistinguishable sounds leave my mouth.
My body begins to tremble, the building, aching need for release never quite being reached, always just out of reach.
His cool shadows trail over my back, around my waist, then dip between my thighs. When they brush over my clit, I moan wantonly, desperately.
My fingers grip the sheets when Kane finally moves faster. “You take me so well, immaru,” he rasps, voice breathless yet thick with darkness. “Made for me. Made for this demon to fuck.”
I’m shivering against him, at his words, his touch—his darkness.
We’re both so close, our bodies tense, our breaths ragged. I don’t need to tell him, he knows.
When everything inside me tenses, he growls, and there’s a hand on my throat. I’m hauled back up, spine flat against his chest, and his thrusts become punishing.
He slams up into me. “Come, immaru.” His command ripples through my body, my bones—my soul.
As the climax hits, he grips my face and kisses me. Clumsy, desperate kisses like he’s starving. Then slow and tender, like he’s trying to apologise for it.
I’m whimpering, moaning into his mouth and he groans—low, wrecked, pulsing inside of me, filling me.
And I don’t know which ruins me more.
The kiss, the sounds, or the need. The way his mouth bruises, then lingers. But the bliss of my orgasm fractures when a burn threads up my spine, sharp and white-hot.
Kane’s still kissing me, still holding my face, until the heat becomes so scalding, I wince, flinching. He stills immediately, pulling back to see my face, eyes sweeping over me.
“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, gaze dropping to my back. “The rune…” His fingers trace the heat, and it eases under his touch, his cool shadows soothing the fire.
“You’re in… pain.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s in pain. “It hurts? I’m hurting you?” He sounds devastated.
I shake my head quickly, lips brushing his as I lean back into him, shifting my hips to focus on the sensation of him, not my spine.
“No, Kane. You didn’t.” I kiss his tense jaw. “It’s easing. It’s fine. I swear I’m fine,” I whisper.
The burn fades into a dull ache, until I hardly feel it at all.
But when Kane pulls out of me, I feel that. I whimper from the loss. I want it back. I want him inside me, growling and snarling, murmuring all those dark, possessive words.
He’s hauling me into his arms, settling us back against the bed, chest heaving as my cheek rests against it. Okay, this is nice. I’ll just take a small break. Then, I’ll get what I want.
His cool fingers skim over my spine, as if trying to find the source of pain to rip it out. I peer up into his dark eyes, they’re wild, pupils blown with panic.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, touching his cheek. “No pain. I promise.”
He frowns, shadows swirling in his eyes, soft grey bleeding in. “I…” His expression shifts, eyes widening. “I can feel you.”
“Well, yeah.” I splutter a weak laugh, melting into his chest, catching the thunder of his heartbeat. “You’re holding me, and you were just inside—”
“No.” He shakes his head softly, fingers still tracing my mark. “Your emotions. I can feel them. Through our bond.”
“Oh... That’s nice.” Then I sigh happily.
That’s all I can manage.
The world is dimming. My limbs feel heavy, too heavy, and his touch is so calming. My head slips down his chest, but he catches me with his hand, adjusting me so I lay beside him on the bed. I try to keep my eyes open, watching him lean over me on his side.
“The rune’s altered,” he murmurs, fingers ghosting over the marking. “Your body’s adapting to the change, like last time. You’ll need to rest... I need to get the others—”
I press a finger to his lips. “No.” I shake my head, forcing my eyes open. “Tell them, if it helps you. But you stay. Don’t go. Just us.”
He looks torn, he looks scared. I wish I could tell him not to worry. That I feel it too. That something’s changing, but it’s not wrong. It’s right.
But I’m slipping, blinking in and out, catching snippets of his frantic gaze.
“Stay…” I murmur, finger falling from his lips. “I need you.”