Not when he drops his hand only for his mouth to steal my breaths and whines instead, like they belong to him too.
Maybe I need to take the first step for us—for him.
“I’ll come,” I pant, but his pace doesn’t stop. His shadows only tighten, making it a challenge to gasp out the rest of my words beneath his devouring lips. “To the house. I’ll come.”
He pauses, just briefly, just enough to look into my eyes, to allow me to see those soft wisps of grey.
Then everything tightens. Shadows yanking my hair back as he sinks into me deeper, harder, lips right beside my ear.
“Good, immaru.”
His sudden praise pushes me over the edge. I feel myself clenching around him, like my body’s just as desperate to claim him the way his shadows are claiming me.
“Come for me,” he whispers, and my body responds instantly.
A vibrant flash of red fills my vision as I come on a cry, whimpering against his mouth while his movements become more frantic.
“Keep coming. Claim what’s yours,” he moans against my throat, filling me with his release as I tremble around his slowing thrusts.
On his last rock, he ensures his cock is deep inside me before stilling, then murmurs in a breathy pant, “I’ll never get enough of you.”
My stomach flutters. Eyes slowly opening to meet his stormy gaze as the shadows slip away and colour starts to filter in.
“I’ll always want more.” The sudden wariness in his gaze nips at me.
He says it like it’ll push me away, like I don’t want his insatiable possession. Like I don’t want him.
I press my lips to his. “You have me, Kane,” I whisper. I swear. “All of me.” I kiss him slowly, easing his worry with my tongue. “Always.”
He moans, deepening the kiss, tightening his hold. And eventually, his shadows slink away, and it’s just us.
Until the ache in our chests becomes too much and we break away on a gasp.
Even then, I have to be the strong one, only managing to convince Kane to let me go when I mention needing the bathroom.
But the second I’m done, he’s there waiting.
When we flit back into the living room, hand in hand, all eyes land on us.
A proud, smug smile tugs at my lips when I remember the state I’ve left Kane in. Hair thoroughly ruffled, shirt buttonless, swollen lips. I guess I don’t fair much better…
Sai smirks as his gaze drags over Kane, then flicks to me. “You look good on him, Red.”
I’m still smiling while Kane drags a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it back into place. “Jasmine has agreed to come—”
“So soon?” Sai smirks.
I bite my tongue, fighting the urge to laugh.
“To the house,” Kane finishes slowly, deadpan.
“For a meal, right?” I ask, knowing Sai will keep going if I don’t.
“And a sleepover,” Sai adds, that smirk edging onto sinful.
I nod casually in agreement, like the very thought isn’t giving me heart palpitations, when Kane’s cool arm slips around my waist.
“If that’s what you want, Jasmine.” He stares down at me with those dark alluring eyes that soften when he says, “Thank you for agreeing.”
