11. Marlowe
MARLOWE
The hum of the engine does nothing to settle the vibration running through my whole body.
I’m shaking, but it isn’t from fear, horror, or even shock.
It’s from the raw, overwhelming rush of adrenaline, and the terrifyingly intense turn-on of watching Kane take control.
Seeing him protect me, seeing that lethal display of power…
it did something to me that I’m almost embarrassed to admit.
Kane keeps one hand tight on the wheel, his knuckles white, his dark eyes flicking over to me every few seconds with intense concern. "You’re trembling, Marlowe," he says, his voice low and tight with restrained worry. "Did he touch you? Are you hurt?"
I shake my head, drawing a ragged breath as I look over at him. "No. I'm not hurt, Kane. I promise."
"Then what is it?" he asks, his jaw working as he searches my face. "Talk to me."
"The only thing I feel right now is grateful, and..." I trailing off, biting my lip.
His eyes narrow slightly, his voice dropping an octave. "...And?"
"...And incredibly turned on," I confess, the word slipping out in a breathless rush.
A low growl rumbles deep in Kane’s chest. Without a word, his hand leaves the steering wheel and slides up my thigh, the heat of his palm seeping straight through my clothes.
I catch his hand and press it harder against my core, letting him feel the aching warmth already blooming there, letting him feel exactly what his display back there did to me.
His breath hitches, his fingers flexing against me as he pushes the pedal down.
By the time he pulls up to the cabin, the tension inside the truck is suffocating. The second he turns the engine off, we're out of the vehicle. We barely make it through the front door before his hands are on me. Kane scoops me up in his arms and carries me to his room, bridal style.
He tosses me on the bed and I squeal, but it turns into a moan when he pounces on top of me and sucks my neck, gliding his hands up my legs and coaxing them to spread apart, making room for him to settle between them.
We’re both still fully clothed, but it’s like we can’t separate long enough to strip down.
“Gotta get you naked, Marlowe. I want to see what’s mine,” he growls.
Kane reluctantly pushes himself off of me and I scramble to the edge of the bed until we’re standing in front of each other. We take turns stripping each other of our clothes until we’re both naked, just staring at one another.
“Marlowe… You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Heat rises in my cheeks and I have to look away from him. Kane guides my face back towards him with two fingers under my chin.
“Don’t hide from me, angel. I see you. And I want you more than you can possibly know.”
His attention is overwhelming and for some reason, I feel stupid tears prick my eyes. Kane closes the gap between us and leads us in a deep kiss, wiping away my tears with his thumb. He walks us backward until my knees hit the bed. Then he gently lays me down before standing back and admiring me.
"Goddamn, Marlowe. Love seeing you like this laid out for me. So beautiful. Fuck. So beautiful." His eyes roam over my body and I should feel exposed, but instead, I feel…cherished. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced.
Kane kneels down and lifts my feet up, placing them both on the edge of the bed, spreading me wide open for him. He inhales deeply, a rough, gritty sound rumbling up from his chest. “I can smell how much you want me.”
“Mmhm,” is about all I can manage, the anticipation building deep inside. I already feel so on edge.
Kane’s thumbs spread my pussy lips, exposing even more of me to him. He growls and dives in, lapping me up and devouring me, pushing me right up to the edge.
“Fuck, Kane, yes…” I moan as I buck my hips, shamelessly chasing my own pleasure.
His fingers work my clit, winding me up, taking me higher and higher. Then he spears his tongue deep inside of me, pulling out my orgasm as it shoots through me, sucking up every last drop of my release.
Kane keeps licking me in long, steady strokes and I come again, shuddering and shouting his name as I grip his hair and shove him impossibly further into my pussy.
I feel like a wild animal needing more, needing him again and again.
He gladly obliges, sucking my folds and shoving two fingers inside of me while I’m still sensitive and throbbing from my last orgasm.
“Ohmygod yes, Kane, fuck, I’m…”
“Again, Marlowe, do it. Come for me again, sweet girl.”
At his words, I scream my orgasm and feel an intense wetness shoot out of me.
“Jesus, fuck, Marlowe, you’re squirting all over me, That’s so damn hot.”
All I can do is writhe underneath him as he continues to work my body, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible, until finally, finally, I start to come back down.
“Are you sore, angel?”
“Huh?” I breathe out, my sweaty brow furrowing in confusion.
“Sore. From… well, from any of the times I tore you apart yesterday or this morning.” I shake my head no, giving my man a sexy smile that says I’m ready for whatever he has in store.
“Good,” he grunts. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, make you come three more times on my dick. How does that sound?”
“Yes, please, I need you.”
He looks up at me from between my breasts, heat flashing in his eyes. He lunges at me, taking control of my mouth, biting my lip, and sucking my tongue into his mouth. I reach down and stroke his long, thick cock and position him at my entrance.
“Fuck, Marlowe,” he groans before slamming into me, bottoming out in one hard thrust. I shout his name and he pulls all the way out, slamming into me over and over. “Love being inside of you. Jesus, you’re so tight.”
His words are so dirty, but I love them. I squeeze around him each time he pulls out, intensifying the pressure building between us.
Before long, I find myself riding the edge, my muscles tensing and preparing for yet another orgasm.
“I feel you, Marlowe. Feel you getting close.”
Right before it hits, he pulls out.
“No! Kane, please…”
He throws both of my legs over his shoulders and thrusts into me. I explode, throwing my head back in a silent scream, my pussy convulsing around his cock again and again.
I buck my hips, signaling him to move again. Kane wastes no time as he pounds into me again and again, his balls slapping against my ass, our bodies making obscene noises, my cum trickling down my ass, pooling on the sheets below me.
“Marlowe… God… F-fuck!”
“Yes, yes, yes, right there.” Kane angles his hips, hitting me so deep I swear he’s going to split me in two.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, yet it feels like I’ve been coming for hours.
Kane pulls out, still hard as a rock. He twists my hips and flips me over, my body limp as I let him position me however he wants. Kane takes my hips in his hands, lifting my backside up for him.
He plunges back into me, finding his rhythm again.
Kane starts off in long, steady strokes, but quickly picks up speed as he chases his release.
Soon, he’s rutting into me, grinding his hips into my ass, and I forget about everything except the way he’s breaking me apart and putting me back together with each thrust.
“Are you getting close? I promised you three more orgasms, but I can’t hold on much longer.”
His voice is strained, and I can tell he’s at his breaking point.
Kane reaches around and rubs my clit in furious circles, winding me up again and again.
My legs shake, my muscles tense, and even though I thought I had nothing left to give, I find myself barreling toward the edge once more in a desperate attempt to please Kane.
“Ah, ah, ah, yes!” My cries grow frantic as he pushes me higher and higher, my body tense as I wait for the final thread to snap.
“I need you to come right the fuck now, angel. One more time, fuck! Fuck, Marlowe!”
I clamp down on his cock right as he explodes deep inside of me. We release our pleasure together, pure bliss pulsing around us, through us, and then dripping down between us.
“That’s it,” he coos, his voice both soothing and strained. We’re both so, so sensitive, but he continues to thrust lazily as we float back down to earth.
Finally, my arms give out and I faceplant into the soft mattress. I feel like a puddle. A sated, happy, puddle. Kane collapses on the bed next to me, rolling me onto my side so he can wrap himself completely around my body.
“Love being with you like this,” Kane whispers. “I… I love you, Marlowe.”
I look up into his deep blue eyes, which are flooded with so many emotions. He almost looks like he might cry. “Kane…”
“You don’t have to say it back,” he quickly informs me.
“But you need to know that you’re it for me.
Forever. Never thought I’d say that to another living soul, but after everything we’ve been through in such a short amount of time…
I just know I’m never going to feel this way about anyone ever again. ”
“Kane, I–”
“It’s too soon, I know,” the stubborn man continues. “We’ve barely known each other for a week. The thing is though, time–”
I press my lips to his, shutting him up in an instant. When I pull back, Kane blinks at me in surprise.
“Are you done?” I ask, one eyebrow lifted. He continues to blink at me. “Because I love you, too, Kane. It’s crazy, and it’s definitely too soon, but it’s true. What we have is real. I feel it. Don’t you?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he replies, rubbing his nose against mine. “Love you, Marlowe.”
“Love you, Kane.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, my mountain man relaxes completely, the tension drained from his muscles. His breathing evens out, and before long, Kane is sleeping peacefully. He even has a slight smile on his lips.