I’m pushed down, my hands and face flat against the mattress, still on my knees. My hips are pulled up by his hands, his hard chest against my back—
He plunges in so suddenly, so deeply, that I’m knocked forwards and choke on my breath. He yanks me back by my hips with a growl, and starts fucking me.
Hard.
But never fast. No. Each thrust is longer and harder and deeper, but always tortuously slow.
He plunges into me, then pulls all the way to the tip—almost out, then thrusts even deeper. Over and over and over as tears brim in my eyes, and indistinguishable sounds leave my mouth.
My body begins to tremble, the building, aching need for release never quite being reached, always just out of reach.
His cool shadows trail over my back, around my waist, then dip between my thighs. When they brush over my clit, I moan wantonly, desperately.
My fingers grip the sheets when Kane finally moves faster. “You take me so well, immaru,” he rasps, voice breathless yet thick with darkness. “Made for me. Made for this demon to fuck.”
I’m shivering against him, at his words, his touch—hisdarkness.
We’re both so close, our bodies tense, our breaths ragged. I don’t need to tell him, he knows.
When everything inside me tenses, he growls, and there’s a hand on my throat. I’m hauled back up, spine flat against his chest, and his thrusts become punishing.
He slams up into me. “Come, immaru.” His command ripples through my body, my bones—my soul.
As the climax hits, he grips my face and kisses me. Clumsy, desperate kisses like he’s starving. Then slow and tender, like he’s trying to apologise for it.
I’m whimpering, moaning into his mouth and he groans—low, wrecked,pulsing inside of me, filling me.
And I don’t know which ruins me more.
The kiss, the sounds, or the need. The way his mouth bruises, then lingers. But the bliss of my orgasm fractures when a burn threads up my spine, sharp and white-hot.
Kane’s still kissing me, still holding my face, until the heat becomes so scalding, I wince, flinching. He stills immediately, pulling back to see my face, eyes sweeping over me.
“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, gaze dropping to my back. “The rune…” His fingers trace the heat, and it eases under his touch, his cool shadows soothing the fire.
“You’re in… pain.” His voice is hoarse, likehe’s in pain. “Ithurts? I’m hurtingyou?” He sounds devastated.
I shake my head quickly, lips brushing his as I lean back into him, shifting my hips to focus on the sensation of him, not my spine.
“No, Kane. You didn’t.” I kiss his tense jaw. “It’s easing. It’s fine. I swear I’m fine,” I whisper.
The burn fades into a dull ache, until I hardly feel it at all.
But when Kane pulls out of me, I feel that. I whimper from the loss. I want it back. I want him inside me, growling and snarling, murmuring all those dark, possessive words.
He’s hauling me into his arms, settling us back against the bed, chest heaving as my cheek rests against it. Okay, this is nice. I’ll just take a small break. Then, I’ll get what I want.
His cool fingers skim over my spine, as if trying to find the source of pain to rip it out. I peer up into his dark eyes, they’re wild, pupils blown with panic.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, touching his cheek. “No pain. I promise.”
He frowns, shadows swirling in his eyes, soft grey bleeding in. “I…” His expression shifts, eyes widening. “I can feel you.”
“Well, yeah.” I splutter a weak laugh, melting into his chest, catching the thunder of his heartbeat. “You’re holding me, and you were justinside—”
“No.” He shakes his head softly, fingers still tracing my mark. “Your emotions. I can feel them. Through our bond.”
“Oh... That’s nice.” Then I sigh happily.
