Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
His hands skidded down the sides of my throat before one twined in the fall of my hair and the other wrapped around my waist.
He jerked me forward.
Up against the hard, packed planes of his immaculate body.
This fierce, terrifying, brutal man who made me feel as if I were flying.
A moan worked free.
A garbled yes.
His tongue stroked out, and I nearly wept.
It felt so good. Felt so good to find this freedom. This thing that hadn’t existed in me until I met him.
I opened and slid my tongue against his.
Heat exploded, and my insides turned molten.
Need gushed through my body.
Every inch of me throbbing and pleading as I fell completely into him.
He groaned into the mania of the kiss. “Em-Girl. So fucking good. You’ve got me so spun up, don’t even recognize myself.”
I whimpered, and he turned so he could back me across the floor and toward his room, never breaking the frenzy of the kiss as we went.
He closed the door behind us then spun me and pinned me against it.
I hit the wood with a soft thunk, and the hand on my back slid down to my knee. He drew it up to hook around his hip then he pressed himself to the pulsing of my center.
I rasped at the bliss that spread through me with the sensation.
“You still with me, Little Warrior? You good with this?” he rumbled.
“So good.”
It was a ramble.
Unintelligible.
No logical thought within reach.
Because the only thing I could process was how he felt.
So hard and huge.
Daunting and formidable.
And I was completely blown away that the only thing I felt was pleasure in the middle of it.
“Fuck me, Emery. What are you doing to me? How’s it you’ve got me on my knees?”
In it, I could feel his true confusion. As if he had never felt anything like this, either. As if I wasn’t alone in this being different.
This connection that pulled at every molecule in my being, drawing me toward him.
“It’s me that you’re destroying. Why do you feel so good?” My words were woven in the frantic tangle of our tongues.
Delirium.
It’s what it had to be.
Hoisting me higher, Kane grabbed onto my other leg and wrapped that around his waist, too.
My feet were no longer on solid ground.
I guessed they hadn’t been since I’d met him.
He held me up with both hands on my outer thighs and my back pinned to the door. Gripping tight as he rubbed himself against me.
“Like that, baby? Just the brush of my cock, and you want to ignite?”
A rash of chills skated at the coarse words he demanded into the kiss.
“Yes.”
Yes, so much yes.
We were both fully clothed, yet I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so exposed.
The way fire rocketed through me with every rock of his hips. The man pressing and rolling as pleasure raced and gathered.
Rising and lifting with each stroke.
I almost wanted to laugh at how absurd it was, that the man was dry humping me against the wall and it was still the most scandalous thing I’d ever done.
Especially with knowing who he was.
What he meant.
But I was too busy getting sucked down into the depths of those emerald eyes when he broke the frantic kiss so he could angle back to look at me. Too busy getting my heart tangled up in the wild possession that was carved into every line on his face. Too busy watching his tongue stroke out to wet his plush, velvet lips.
“Look at you, Emery. So fucking gorgeous I can’t get a full breath. Watching you come alive under my hands. Like you’ve been waiting on the right time to bloom. Want to watch that happen. Want to make that happen. Watch you shine all that beauty that you’ve kept trapped.”
He dove back in, kissing me.
Kissing me into madness.
Kissing me into confusion.
Into euphoria.
The same way as he drove my body.
He suddenly hoisted me higher, and my arms looped around his neck as he carried me across his room to a wing chair that sat under the windows that overlooked the backyard.
The emerging glow of the moon scattered silvered light into the room.
I whimpered when he settled me onto the chair.
He straightened, standing tall, a tower that shrouded, that menacing body vibrating with severity as he stared down at me. Every inch of him was hard, his muscles bowing and flexing as he held himself in restraint.
“Don’t worry, Little Warrior. Going to give you what you need.”
“Please,” I whimpered.
“You don’t have to beg. That’s what I’m here for.”
He climbed down onto his knees, and he spread his palms over the tops of my thighs and rode them upward.
“That’s what these hands are for. To bring you pleasure. You can trust in that. I’ll never fucking hurt you. Will adore you every second that you’ll allow me.”
I couldn’t even process the promises he was making. The way his words whispered over me like a dream and sank deep into the fractured pieces of my heart.