Epilogue 1
Seven months later
Kiera Lane
“Right now?”
I nodded and yanked the towel from around his hips. God yes. “Right now.” I stared at his sexy body, from his thighs and the V to his solid frame and big cock, as I walked backward until my legs hit the bed. “Don’t even think about it, pilot.”
He stopped from reaching for the condoms in the nearest nightstand drawer, and he lifted a brow at me.
“It’s your fault,” I accused. “You know that.”
Months and months ago, he’d put that fantasy in my head. The one about him…breeding me…and it took all my willpower not to succumb to it on a daily basis. So I compromised with my sanity instead. When I was two days away from my period, I said fuck it.
It worked most of the time.
“I’m not complaining.” He smirked as I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer.
“And you can blame me all you want. But we both know the truth, don’t we?
” He combed his fingers through my hair and gripped his cock, and I had to freaking clench at the mere sight. “Come get it, hellcat.”
Yes, sir!
He was half hard already, so this wouldn’t take long. I sucked him into my mouth and peered up at him, waiting not-so-patiently for the dirty talk.
James Hyatt had a dirty fucking mouth, and I was obsessed.
“There we go,” he murmured, moving slowly at first. “Show me that greedy little tongue.”
I eased back unhurriedly, then licked him from tip to base, and he let out a long breath.
“Let’s get this off you.” He reached down and tugged at my tee. Or his tee. I’d been off work today, so I’d barely left the couch. “How many times have you touched yourself today?”
I flashed ten fingers…a few times.
He chuckled huskily. “I’ll rephrase. How many orgasms have you had?”
I formed a zero with my thumb and forefinger.
“Good girl. Because you don’t wanna get off unless you have my cock pounding into you…?”
Oh God.
I sucked him harder and tried to go faster, but his grip on my hair tightened.
“Filling you with come, breeding you whenever I please…” he whispered. “Letting it drip down your thighs…”
I whimpered around him and sent him a pleading look.
He smiled faintly. “You want me to fill you up, baby girl?”
I nodded quickly and sucked at the head of his cock, teasing my tongue across the slit.
“All right. Lie down in the middle of the bed.” He gripped my chin and withdrew his hard cock slowly. I knew he was watching every glistening inch. “You know I gotta check something first.”
Another nod. I licked my lips and scooted backward, and he followed. While stroking himself, he joined me on the bed, never taking his eyes off me. He didn’t have to tell me to part my legs. They were wide open before my head hit the pillow.
“You haven’t worn panties all day, have you?”
“No.” I bit my lip.
“Hrmm…” He dipped down and kissed my lower abdomen. “Dirty little girl. Have you watched something spicy on your laptop?”
Christ, how did he know?
“The video… Um, the one we made after Christmas when we visited your parents.” In our defense, it hadn’t been at his parents’ house. We’d spent the night in a romantic hotel, and we’d gotten frisky on bubbly.
He inhaled deeply and got settled between my legs. “That was a good fucking night. And look at this. You’re about as soaked now as you were that night.”
Also his fault.
To mess with him, I tried to close my legs, to which he shot me a quick don’t-you-dare look. That was right before he buried his face in my pussy and nearly had me arching off the damn bed.
Holy fuck!
I gasped and fisted the sheets.
I never knew how he wanted to play things until he made his first move. Sometimes, he acted like he had all the time in the world and wanted to explore every millimeter of me. And other times…
I moaned.
Other times, he went all in as if I were his only meal for a week.
Now I knew exactly what he had in mind.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, his tongue, oh God, oh God.
“Oh God, just like that,” I whimpered.
He was gonna take what he wanted from me tonight.
He was going to ask less. Speak fewer words.
Be more forceful. Aggressive—in the most seductive way.
I didn’t know how he did it, but he could make me beg to give up control.
All the while, I felt his attention on me.
He never made me feel like he wasn’t focused on my needs.
A moment later, he was ready. He kissed his way up my body, with a clear purpose, though without rushing, and he said absolutely nothing.
When he paused at my breasts, it seemed to be for his sake and not mine, but it was me he was playing like a damn fiddle.
When he rubbed, when he pinched, when he teased, and when he kissed, he pushed me deeper into a puddle of filth, and I never wanted to leave.
As soon as he was within reach, I pulled him down on me and kissed him as hungrily as I could. I locked my feet around his hips, and I touched him wherever I could reach. I needed more; I needed everything. Our breaths turned shallow as we made out, and he—
“Oh—” I choked on a moan as he pushed his cock deep inside me.
He set me on fire.
“I’ve thought about this all fucking day,” he whispered, out of breath.
“Me too,” I croaked. Desperate for more of the fire, more of the intense sting, I met every thrust and spurred him on. “No one can fuck like you…” I moaned embarrassingly loudly as he ground his pelvis against my clit. “Or love me like you do.”
He hummed, a gritty, dark sound, and grabbed my jaw. “More than life, baby.”
I shuddered violently and kissed him hard. Exactly how I loved him, too.
He fucked me harder.
He played me. Toyed with me. Pushed me to the brink and brought me back.
“More,” I pleaded. “Please, James.”
He let out a breath and pulled out abruptly. “Turn around.”
Fuck yes, right away.
I scrambled onto all fours and grabbed the headboard.
“What a view.” He kneaded my butt cheeks and teased the head of his cock against my opening. “You want this?”
“I need it.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “I always need you.”
He locked eyes with me and raked his teeth across his bottom lip. Then he leaned forward and hauled me back against him at the same time, and we met in a kiss over my shoulder. A slower kiss, a sweeter one, with much more affection.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too. More than life,” I echoed.
A quick reprieve in an addictive storm. The next kiss was filled with urgency and desire, and he took control again. He let his hands roam my front as he pushed inside me once more, and I knew what would follow. I surrendered to it freely and let my head fall back against his shoulder.
He picked up the pace, at the same time as I slammed down on him.
He fingered me expertly, circling my clit, sliding it between his fingers, and spanked my lips, increasing the blood flow.
I started fucking myself on him, my desperation growing with each shallow breath. His cock reached so deep and stretched me so intoxicatingly perfectly that it was no wonder I lost it around him.
“Get everything you need.” He grazed his nose along my neck before he latched on and sank his teeth into my skin. His large hands came up and cupped my tits, and I arched into his touch. “Can we quit pretending we give a flying fuck about protection?”
Oh fuck.
I sucked in a breath as the pleasure coursed through me in a forceful rush.
“This is how I wanna take you, Kiera. Always. Just you and me and the possibility.”
The possibility.
The explosion of hope, bliss, excitement, and nerves made it impossible to utter a single word. So I nodded. I nodded and nodded and nodded, and we met in a messy kiss as we both let our bodies do most of the talking.
“Yeah?” he whispered into the kiss.
“Yeah,” I exhaled shakily. “Yeah. Yes—yes, yes, yes.”
We’re making the fantasy real.
He gave me one more hungry, tongue-teasing kiss before he nudged me forward.
My hands landed on the mattress.
He gripped my hip with one hand and snaked his other around to cup my pussy. Then it was on. The chase. The sound of skin slapping. His grunts. The air filling with gravity and sex.
I wasn’t allowed to touch myself. It was his task, he said. And, frankly, he was better at it than me. His fingers were fucking magical.
Within seconds, I was panting and gasping and moaning uncontrollably. The pressure built up so fast too, and I was helpless. It was like walking toward a wall, knowing full well it was going to smack into me if I kept going. But that crash, though. Holy hell, did I want it. Like a damn drug.
Fisting the sheets, I pushed back every time James slammed into me.
The familiar fever set in, pressing heat to the surface of my skin.
I flushed all over and lost my breath.
So close, so close, so close.
“Time to let go, hellcat.” He trapped my clit between his fingers and slid them back and forth, and the sensations were so forceful that it knocked the last air out of my lungs.
“You’re right there. I can feel you milking my cock.
You’re gonna make me lose it.” He groaned under his breath and spanked my pussy three times in quick succession, then rubbed my clit persistently.
I cried out and white-knuckled the nearest pillow, and I had to lock my elbows into place.
“Almost,” I whimpered. No, not almost. I felt the heat rushing through me, the pleasure beginning to pull me in— “Oh my God,” I choked out.
He did something—applied more pressure, fucked me brutally—and I was just gone.
The orgasm crashed down on me without further warning, and the euphoria was intensified and fueled by his chase coming to an end too.
He let out a groan and cursed as he started coming deep inside me.
Goose bumps appeared across my skin.
The possibility.
I felt his cock pulse within me, and he managed a few more jerky thrusts before he grew still.
I was panting so hard, and I was pretty sure I could hear my own heartbeat.