Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Too much and not enough.
The truth can wait.
Raw, tangled emotions snarl on my bones as he drags me closer, closer, and still not close enough.
All I can do—the only thing I can—is cup my hand around the back of his neck and surrender.
Stay.
God, I didn’t realize how bad I just wanted him to ask me to stay.
He doesn’t even have to do it with words.
Not when this kiss is so potent and clear it leaves me dizzy.
It screams how much he wants me and how big of an idiot I am for trying to sneak out without a goodbye note.
His hard-on presses against my belly, an angry reminder.
I couldn’t truly know thirst until I felt his flood.
The heat, the urgency, the electric need zinging through my body.
I sigh as he cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
He groans when I reach between us, running my fingers over the front of his shorts, feeling the punishment I deserve.
Thick and heavy and pulsing with promise.
Yes, we need this.
We need to lose our minds a little before this ends.
And if it does—when it does—at least let it fade with one more sweet memory.
One last soul-spinning send-off worthy of goodbye.
His greedy hand slides under my shirt and finds bare skin under my bra.
With a dark growl, he pulls with no mercy.
Buttons go flying.
Blouse, ruined.
But I can’t be mad.
I wrap my hands around his neck again and he understands what I want. He feels the intensity as his free hand finds my ass for support a split second before I jump.
Yes, I’m climbing this man like a tree.
My legs pinch his waist, and before I know what’s happening, my ruined shirt is on the floor.
The cool morning air pulses against my skin, and he flicks open my bra clasp.
I’m liquid now.
So clumsy from the lust storming my veins.
Neither of us needs to say another word as he turns, carries me to the pantry, and throws me against the wall.
His hands go to work, tearing off my slacks.
A second later, there’s nothing between us except his shorts and my thin, soaked panties.
“Fuck, duchess,” he rasps against my mouth.
“Now,” I plead.
“Now.” He squeezes my wet pussy.
I almost combust.
Kane’s breath comes muffled, heavy as black smoke pressed into my hair, and I arch into him.
Now, now.
Destroy me, now.
The bed upstairs feels like it’s on another continent.
I can’t bear to wait that long.
I need him in me, filling me, looting me and inflicting the sweetest insanity.
It’s the kind of need I’ve never felt before, this fever bordering on desperation.
If I ever had any control, it’s gone in a kiss.
And with Kane, I don’t think I do.
“Stay. Right the fuck there,” he mutters, shoving my panties to one side.
I nod, gripping his hair, panting.
“Do you have any clue, Margot? Any earthly idea how crazy you make me?” he whispers.
Then his fingers push inside me, delivering an answer.
I gasp, still pressed against the wall, rapidly losing my mind.
Another kiss smothers my moans.
So good, but still not enough.
His hands grab my ass, kneading and squeezing, imprinting his fingers on my flesh.
He shakes me like a doll with a feral growl before turning me over and hoisting me across the room.
When I blink, I’m sitting on the counter.
“Better leverage. Plus, I won’t knock a duchess-sized hole in the wall,” he explains.
I nod again, leaning back slightly, bracing myself on my hands.
“Please,” I whisper, shaking to my core. My legs fall open. “Please, Kane.”
He’s already shucking off his shorts, and his single-minded cock springs free, swollen and ready, veins tracing its landscape like lightning in the sky.
The bead of thick moisture at his slit makes me smile, knowing how undone he is.
“No clue. No fucking clue what you do to me, woman,” he says, his eyes burning me down as he mounts me and pushes inside.
Foly huck!
We both become instinct, inhuman, just two gasping shadows spiraling into ecstasy.
Quiet, quiet.
I remember at the last second we need to be quiet. There’s no guarantee we’ll be alone if the kids wake up, and we need to hear them coming before they catch us.
But it’s always the same when he claims me, that fullness of being stretched until it almost hurts so deliciously.
Full, so full.
So joined.
So owned.
I love his cock too much for my own good.
“Good girl.” His words rattle like broken glass now as he pulls back and thrusts inside again.
Soon, he’s going faster, harder, pressing his forehead against mine, bringing the thunder, the wind, the destruction.
One breath.
Delirious with lust.
But his thumb seals my bottom lip, a reminder to shut it and be careful.
Oh, but I can’t.
Not with him pounding me like this—not even if I want to.
“Kane!” I shudder around him.
Snarling, he pulls me closer, closer, burying my face against his shoulder, marking the back of my neck with his teeth.
I bite him back, branding him in turn.