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 himpoundingme 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.
He claws my hip in retaliation, though we’re too far gone to remember anything except the need to keep it down.
I’m going to come faster and harder than I have in my life.
“Too fucking good,” he grinds out.
“So good.” I hold on tighter.
“You’re going to break for me, duchess.”
“Yes.” I don’t have another word to tell him howmuchI want that. I want everything right now and it’s terrifying. “Please, Kane. Please!”
“That’s right, baby.” He sounds disembodied, more animal than man.
We’re that mindless, getting high off the other, lost in the sensation, overwhelmingly sinful and desperate.
He’s desperate, too, I can feel it.
The heat gathers, my orgasm pulling tight.
“Quiet,” he warns, shifting us so his hand is over my mouth as he picks up speed.
A good thing too, or I wouldn’t be able to hold in my cries.
My eyes roll back as the wave crests, picks me up, and hurls me down again like a giant chucking a stone.
To call it an approaching orgasm would be an insult.
This is unlike any sex I’ve ever had.
On the edge, sharp, needy in a way that kills me.
“I’m going to—” I don’t have time to finish before it hits full force.
Coming!
The wave sweeps in, blasting my entire being, making me one with the current.
I shudder against him as I convulse, my loud moans stifled against his palm as he fucks me through it, his eyes sharp as he admires me.
And he slows, tender again, just enough for me to recover right before he picks up the devil’s speed.
