“I will, I will.” His voice is soft and warm and overflowing with love. “We’re going to break together.”
When the orgasm finally recedes, I find him staring at me, his hips easing in and away in a lazy slide of his body into mine. Only my ripped knickers and his jacket have been removed. We’re both almost fully clothed.
“Release me.” And it’s no longer a game, because hot though this is, I need more contact between us. I need to see every dark and savage and tender part of him. “I have to touch you. Please.”
13
KANE
Lily’s begging undoes me.
I keep my eyes on hers as I reach up and release her from the cuffs, rubbing her newly-liberated wrists. There are red marks where she’s been held captive, despite the ridiculous fur lining.
“Kane,” she whispers, her voice breathy. “Take off your clothes. Let me see you.”
It’s maybe only then that I remember I’m still almost entirely clothed, as is she.
“As you wish.” But she whimpers in protest as I slide out of her and stand. My trousers and socks are torn off in a second, and my shirt goes over my head.
She peels her top off, revealing the pert breasts that I’ve stroked my cock while observing so many times now. They’re pink and slick from my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful. Words can’t do you justice.” I can’t believe she’s on my bed, undressing for me in hurried movements, like she’s as desperate as I am. But Lily really is unclipping her skirt and wriggling it down until she’s totally naked for me.
My cock is aching to be back inside her already. I climb back onto the bed and kneel, pulling her onto my lap. She’s distracted, murmuring about my tattoos, the v of muscle at my hips, the dark chest hair across my pectorals and the solid planes of my abs. Her fingers trace over me.
Whereas I’m intent on fitting us together in one slick thrust.
She cries out as I go deep, pushing up until she’s sitting on my lap as I fill her. My cock is painfully hard as I find a rhythm that has Lily’s eyes rolling back and her nails scratching my skin.
“I’ll never be normal, Lily.” I take hold of her by the waist, bringing her down on my cock. “You’ll marry me, but that won’t be enough. I’ll stalk you to the church. I’ll be watching you constantly.”
“Not if I’m watching you first.” She grabs my nape and drags my face to hers for a kiss.
I laugh at that. “My girl. You’re just as crazy as I am.”
“Nope.” Her hand tightens on my hair and the pinch enhances the pleasure in my groin. “I’m crazier.”
Nothing has ever been this right. It’s insane, and also gorgeously rational.
“Don’t plough me and plant your seed,” she pants. “Don’t come inside me.”
Oh fuck. My balls pull up, as though hearing that and responding.
“I’ll give you everything. Breed you.” Now that thought is in my head there’s no space for anything else. “I’ll fill you up, angel. I’m in you raw, and you’ll be pregnant after this.”
She cries and keens and I’ve heard nothing like it. She’s my entire world.
“I want you to have my baby.” Coming has just taken on a whole new level of significance. She’s mine. I’m never letting her go. She wants babies? I’m happy to oblige. I’m entirely too delighted to make her pregnant. “And be my wife.”
“Husband.”
That word triggers a fresh wave of possessive desire, and her on my lap isn’t enough ownership. I tip her up, and we fall, me on top and over her, and Lily wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, as I lose control.
I rut her into the mattress.
“My wife. You’re going to be my wife.” I pound into her, burying my face in her throat as pleasure takes over.
“I love you. I love you.” I keep telling her that, repeating the words, as I come in shuddering waves of ecstasy that I can’t stop and wouldn’t want to. The tip of my cock is right up against her womb and through the haze I think of how I’m giving her my seed.
