Kain released her shoulders as they kissed, letting his fingers smooth down over her breasts and the gentle curve of her stomach until he felt the short hair marking the edge of her sex. When he brushed over her clit, she gasped into his mouth, digging her nails into his nape.
He needed her more than air, ached to feel her velvet heat spread open for his unrelenting girth and make her spasm and clench until she surrendered her very life essence to him in a full, deep climax.
Thankfully, she was willing. Her soft curves molded to his touch, her legs parting wide so he could prepare her, and she didn’t tell him to hold back. Finally the sweet torture was over.
When he dipped his fingers lower, they came back soaking wet, and he growled appreciatively. She was ready to join with him. As much as he’d enjoyed pleasuring her the morning after the auction, he didn’t have the restraint to repeat it. One taste of her sweet slickness right now and he’d risk losing control again, this time doing much worse than simply flipping his woman over in the process.
Beneath him, Selma pulled her head back from the kiss to look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to feel your skin against mine when we make love.”
Make love. There was that phrase again.
Kain pulled back from her to do as she asked, ripping the T-shirt over his head and pushing the boxers off his legs without getting out of bed. He didn’t know how to make love, only how to fuck, but if it was what she wanted, he would do everything in his power to give it to her.
The small, appreciative hitch in her breath when he knelt naked on the sheets in front of her warmed his skin from the tip of his toes to the top of his scalp. She desired him every bit as much as he desired her.
She belonged to him.
“Come here.”
He couldn’t hold back a smile at her command. Even the first time they’d been in bed together, she’d ordered him about without hesitation, apparently completely oblivious to the power difference between them.
It was an oddly endearing trait.
Obediently he ranged over her again, holding his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush her. He hovered over her for a short time, drinking in the wanton expressions fluttering over her pretty face when he nestled his hips between her thighs.
“Ready?”
He could hardly recognize his own voice, rough as it was with lust, but also with… tenderness. It wasn’t exactly a common trait in a demon Lord seconds away from penetrating his willing Breeder.
What is she doing to me?
The thought was fleeting and swept away on a rush of scalding need when Selma nodded, breathily consenting. “Yes.”
Resting on one arm, he wrapped his other hand around the base of his heavy cock, aligning it with her dripping slit. Every single drum of his pulse brought the urge to mate his female to a more desperate level, as if the instincts fighting to consummate with her could sense the wet kiss of her swollen labia as keenly as he could.
The pleasurable shock that rocked through him when her soft flesh spread open made him moan. His ridges caught in her eager opening and she hissed in pain.
Without thinking he pulled back, severing the blissful contact to her velvet heat. Even though every instinct in his body and mind roared at him to ignore her complaints and just ram in to the hilt, his fear of harming the Breeder he’d claimed as his own overrode it by a wide margin.
But before he managed to move away from her spread thighs, her hands shot out to grab his hips in a desperate attempt at keeping him in place.
“No, don’t stop.”
“I’m hurting you,” he rumbled. “Without the ring?—”
“I don’t care!” Fire in her voice made him look up from her inviting slit, catching her hazy gaze.
“Selma—”
“I want to feel you without the ring drugging me. Please… I don’t care that it hurts.” She dug her fingertips into his hips, attempting to make him apply pressure against her opening again.
He moaned low in his throat at the temptation. Every part of his body ached to be joined with her, and as she lay open and willing in front of him, nothing seemed more enticing than to give in. But…
“I don’t want to force you.”
At his panted words, taut with the restraint of holding back, the little Breeder rolled her eyes—actually rolled her eyes—at him.
“Kain.” She looked at him with so much affection it took his breath away. “I need you—and I can take you. Please.”
