I was not ready for that.
My back arches and I sink my teeth into his thick shoulder. The sting and stretch are as intense as the first time we were together, though I can feel the pleasure starting to bloom under the pain.
“Let me in, little fox,” he grits out, “dinna fight me. I’m gettin’ inside ya, all the way. There’s another place in your sweet cunt… when I hit the top of ya, it’s right there. I push into it, and your eyes roll back, ya cling to me, and it’s the hottest fecking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Bouncing me slightly, he pushes deeper, and my teeth sink into his skin. The coppery taste hits my tongue. “I’m sorry,” I moan, “I didn’t mean to do that.”
His enormous paw settles over the back of my head, and he pushes my mouth against him again.
“Harder,” he rasps.
I scream my orgasm into his warm skin, and he doesn’t even slow down.
“This perfect fecking pussy belongs to me,” he groans, “no one else is ever gettin’ inside ya, you’re mine.” He takes six huge strides, getting us to a couch in the living room and he pullsout of me just long enough to throw me face down over the arm before he shoves himself back in.
My feet are kicking up helplessly, left dangling as he grips both my hands behind my back, wrapping his long fingers around my wrists and using me to pull his cock in and out. Ah, god… this position makes him feel even bigger as he pounds inside me. Whoever chilly, controlled Kai has turned into is murmuring filthy things to me; how beautiful I am, how he wants to be inside me all the time.
“This- th- I-” I’m trying to communicate something but I have no idea what and my face is buried in the couch cushion so it’s coming out sounding more like, “Mmmph! Mmmph!” When he wraps my long hair around his fist and pulls my head back, turning me to look at him, it makes me arch harder against those piercings, those fucking piercings are strumming inside me like a bow against violin strings and I come again.
“There’s nothing hotter than when you come. Keep your eyes on me,” he grunts, gaze darting between my face and where we’re joined.
“I can’t. Do. It. Again.” I gasp out in time to his thrusts. “You. Gotta. Come.”
“Not just yet,” he grins luridly, a filthy little smile I’ve never seen before, his eyes narrowed and the color of the deepest part of the forest. “You can come again for me.”
He pulls harder against my trapped wrists, and my breathing can’t catch up with his ferocity. Spots float in my vision, like when I hold my breath for a long time and I groan weakly when his strong thighs trap mine between them, squeezing my legs together. “Make me work to get inside ya.” He growls as he feels me tighten down against him again. Two fingers slide down to pinch my clitoris, and when I come again, I can’t draw in enoughbreath. The spots dancing in my vision spread out, and the last thing I hear is my husband’s groan as he floods me.
“Wake up, baby…”
I open my eyes to find I’m in bed. Our bed. Kai’s seated next to me, leaning over to study my expression.
“What happened?” I slur.
“Ya passed out,” he says, gently pulling me up enough to sit against the headboard and putting a pillow behind me. “Ya do that often?”
Burying my face in my hands, I groan. “No.”
Kissing the side of my head, he says, “There’s nothing sexier.”
“There’s something wrong with me.”
“Why do ya think that?”
“I should have tumbled out of what was left of the Range Rover and puked up everything in my body. I should have cried or screamed or something. But when you helped me into the other SUV, the only thing I could think of was just how fucking hot you are. You were steering and shooting and talking dirty to me and acting like this was just another Wednesday afternoon.” I move two fingers to peek at him. Is he mad? Amused?
“Baby, when you’ve been in a near-death experience, human nature’s first impulse is to fight or fuck,” he says, smoothing my hair back from my face.
“That must get weird when it’s just you and your cousins, then.”
That comment treats me to another one of his spectacular laughs, his gorgeous head thrown back, and lovely white, even teeth on display.
“Let’s just say I’ve gotten more black eyes from Michael, the arsehole, than I ever have from an enemy.” He studies my expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Who were they?”
“We’re not completely sure. None of the bodies we recovered have any identifiable ink or brandings.”
“What?” I wheeze,“Brandings?”
