Because Kane doesn’t have favourites. But Kane likes me.
He sees how it lands, how I melt, and he uses it.
“I like kissing you,” he murmurs against my jaw. “I like touching you.” His fingers trail higher, thumb brushing the side of my breast and making me gasp. “I like the sounds you make.” I feel his soft smirk as he kisses my neck. “I like how you look at me.”
He pulls back, just enough to see his eyes burn with intensity, want—need.
“I like how you make me feel.” His fingers find my jaw again. “I drink whiskey because I’m cold. Always.” His thumb grazes my bottom lip. “It helps. But you…” He holds my gaze. “You take the cold away.”
I’m on him.
My legs wrap around his waist as my mouth collides with his. His hands grip my ass, hauling me higher as my back hits the wall again. I’m tearing at his shirt, trying to undo the tiny fucking buttons—I rip it open.
“Come to the house tonight.” I’m too drunk on him, his lips, his words, to understand what he’s saying.
My fingers tighten in his hair, and my other hand fumbles with his belt, until he stops kissing me,stops moving. I let out a sharp, frustrated sound.
“Did you growl at me?” he mimics with a smile and tone so sickly-sweet, it’s cruel.
I grip his opened shirt, trying to pull his mouth back to mine, but he doesn’t budge.
“Come to the house tonight,” he says again, studying me carefully. “Every Friday, we eat together—your words.” That smile is still there when he adds, “Please, immaru.”
This fucker.
The smile. Theplease. The sweet, stupid nickname. Never mind he’s hard and pressed right against me…
I move my hips, just a little, and his smile fades. So I do it again.
His head drops to my shoulder with a groan, slowly grinding himself into me as his lips drag along my throat.
“Do that again,” he murmurs, lips trailing my jaw, “and I won’t be gentle.”
He pulls back, just enough so our eyes meet, and his are pitch black. Darkness right there, staring at me, and all rational thoughts evaporate as I roll my hips up, grinding against him again.
With one sudden movement, my underwear is ripped away and Kane shifts. Then I feel it, his bare cock, the tip against my entrance, and with one hard thrust—he’s inside me.
I gasp, but it’s smothered by his hand over my mouth. “Mine,” he growls, thrusting so hard my spine burns, something falls, but I don’t care.
I want Kane, every version of him.
When he slowly pulls out, just to thrust back in twice as hard, I cry out behind his palm. “Shhh,” he murmurs, but never stops.
Not even when he takes a moment to look down, using a sliver of shadow to tilt my head, making sure we’re both watching his slow, deep intrusion of his cock into me.
My muffled whimper has his eyes snapping back to me, forehead to forehead, as he thrusts and whispers, “Those sounds are mine. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
I nod as he keeps fucking me against the wall. But when I hear something smash on his next hard thrust, the pulling ache in my chest is instant.
We both must feel it, because Kane stops his studious penetration, and with those intense eyes locked on mine, he flits us into the dark.
Shadows slither around me, into my hair, circling my thighs and waist, all pulling and tightening. They hold my legs around him, keeping me perfectly still even suspended. All Ican see are Kane’s eyes, turned so dark they’re reflective, like a predator’s during a night hunt.
And in this moment, I realise the choice Kane just made. That when he felt our bonds waking, he decided to take us into the realm rather than risk them joining. That he still isn’t quite ready to share.
Not when he’s fucking me with a renewed rigour that has my eyes watering as I moan.
Not when he snarls the claim,“Mine.”Again and again, sinking into me so deep I choke on my breath.
