Chapter 13 Kane
KANE
Lily’s begging undoes me.
I keep my eyes on hers as I reach up and release her from the cuffs, rubbing her newly-liberated wrists. There are red marks where she’s been held captive, despite the ridiculous fur lining.
“Kane,” she whispers, her voice breathy. “Take off your clothes. Let me see you.”
It’s maybe only then that I remember I’m still almost entirely clothed, as is she.
“As you wish.” But she whimpers in protest as I slide out of her and stand. My trousers and socks are torn off in a second, and my shirt goes over my head.
She peels her top off, revealing the pert breasts that I’ve stroked my cock while observing so many times now. They’re pink and slick from my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful. Words can’t do you justice.” I can’t believe she’s on my bed, undressing for me in hurried movements, like she’s as desperate as I am. But Lily really is unclipping her skirt and wriggling it down until she’s totally naked for me.
My cock is aching to be back inside her already. I climb back onto the bed and kneel, pulling her onto my lap. She’s distracted, murmuring about my tattoos, the v of muscle at my hips, the dark chest hair across my pectorals and the solid planes of my abs. Her fingers trace over me.
Whereas I’m intent on fitting us together in one slick thrust.
She cries out as I go deep, pushing up until she’s sitting on my lap as I fill her. My cock is painfully hard as I find a rhythm that has Lily’s eyes rolling back and her nails scratching my skin.
“I’ll never be normal, Lily.” I take hold of her by the waist, bringing her down on my cock. “You’ll marry me, but that won’t be enough. I’ll stalk you to the church. I’ll be watching you constantly.”
“Not if I’m watching you first.” She grabs my nape and drags my face to hers for a kiss.
I laugh at that. “My girl. You’re just as crazy as I am.”
“Nope.” Her hand tightens on my hair and the pinch enhances the pleasure in my groin. “I’m crazier.”
Nothing has ever been this right. It’s insane, and also gorgeously rational.
“Don’t plough me and plant your seed,” she pants. “Don’t come inside me.”
Oh fuck. My balls pull up, as though hearing that and responding.
“I’ll give you everything. Breed you.” Now that thought is in my head there’s no space for anything else. “I’ll fill you up, angel. I’m in you raw, and you’ll be pregnant after this.”
She cries and keens and I’ve heard nothing like it. She’s my entire world.
“I want you to have my baby.” Coming has just taken on a whole new level of significance. She’s mine. I’m never letting her go. She wants babies? I’m happy to oblige. I’m entirely too delighted to make her pregnant. “And be my wife.”
“Husband.”
That word triggers a fresh wave of possessive desire, and her on my lap isn’t enough ownership. I tip her up, and we fall, me on top and over her, and Lily wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, as I lose control.
I rut her into the mattress.
“My wife. You’re going to be my wife.” I pound into her, burying my face in her throat as pleasure takes over.
“I love you. I love you.” I keep telling her that, repeating the words, as I come in shuddering waves of ecstasy that I can’t stop and wouldn’t want to. The tip of my cock is right up against her womb and through the haze I think of how I’m giving her my seed.
I’m breeding her.
I’m torn apart by this orgasm. I pulse again and again into Lily, filling her up just as I promised, painting her insides with spurt after spurt. I’m shaking and destroyed. I’ve given her everything in me. I’m an empty, broken shell.
I’m hers.
I collapse, face pressed into the pillows, her sweet body underneath me, taking all of me.
“Oh god, Kane. You feel so good.”
It takes me a second to realise why she sounds a bit odd.
Because I’m squashing the life out of the one person who means the most to me in the world. But when I go to roll us, she makes a sound of complaint.
That gets ignored, and I end up on my back, chest still heaving from the intensity, and Lily held to me with both arms. I cannot let her go. I lower my face to the top of her head and breathe in her scent.
I’m an addict.
“I want to keep you forever, angel. I’ll always be wanting you, fucking you, caring for you, and obsessive over your beautiful body when you’re a hundred.
When you’re bones and dust I won’t be able to be without you.
I’ll defy death. My ghost will find you.
I’ll embrace your corpse and tie down your soul to mine. ”
If she finds that insane, she doesn’t let on. She snuggles into me, her hand finding my upper arm and gripping it. “I’ll leave signposts to help. I’ll take my phone.”
I laugh, delighted. I let go enough to knit my fingers into her hair and pull back. She whimpers and lifts her head. Our eyes meet.
“You’re as unhinged as I am.”
She grins back at me, wide and genuine and love spilling out. Not a demand this time, not a trade of difficult truths with the threat of my taking the orgasm I want her to have. This is sweet honesty. Given freely. “I’m yours.”
Hugging her even closer, I murmur, “My fallen angel.”