I’m breeding her.
I’m torn apart by this orgasm. I pulse again and again into Lily, filling her up just as I promised, painting her insides with spurt after spurt. I’m shaking and destroyed. I’ve given her everything in me. I’m an empty, broken shell.
I’m hers.
I collapse, face pressed into the pillows, her sweet body underneath me, taking all of me.
“Oh god, Kane. You feel so good.”
It takes me a second to realise why she sounds a bit odd.
Because I’m squashing the life out of the one person who means the most to me in the world. But when I go to roll us, she makes a sound of complaint.
That gets ignored, and I end up on my back, chest still heaving from the intensity, and Lily held to me with both arms. I cannot let her go. I lower my face to the top of her head and breathe in her scent.
I’m an addict.
“I want to keep you forever, angel. I’ll always be wanting you, fucking you, caring for you, and obsessive over your beautifulbody when you’re a hundred. When you’re bones and dust I won’t be able to be without you. I’ll defy death. My ghost will find you. I’ll embrace your corpse and tie down your soul to mine.”
If she finds that insane, she doesn’t let on. She snuggles into me, her hand finding my upper arm and gripping it. “I’ll leave signposts to help. I’ll take my phone.”
I laugh, delighted. I let go enough to knit my fingers into her hair and pull back. She whimpers and lifts her head. Our eyes meet.
“You’re as unhinged as I am.”
She grins back at me, wide and genuine and love spilling out. Not a demand this time, not a trade of difficult truths with the threat of my taking the orgasm I want her to have. This is sweet honesty. Given freely. “I’m yours.”
Hugging her even closer, I murmur, “My fallen angel.”
14
LILY
One month later
“You’re not serious?” I look around at the huge bookshop. There are shelves floor to ceiling, complete with ladders, and rows and rows of bookshelves in aisles down the middle. Signs indicate the topics and genres. And there is a massive romance section, with fantasy romance, romcom, mafia, historical, and American small town, amongst a ton of others.
Kane raises his eyebrows. “You don’t think one minute is enough? Fine. We’ll compromise. Two minutes.”
“Kane!”
“What? Not that. Get your mind out of the gutter, angel. We’ll dothatfor as long as you like.”
My cheeks heat and I glance around to see if anyone has overheard. But it’s quiet, and the other browsers are mainly absorbed in the books.
“That isn’t what I meant. This is far too generous a present.” It’s my twenty-second birthday. Kane and I met six weeks ago, and a month ago I broke into his apartment, and he claimed me.
Since that day, it’s been a book rec with five chillies around here. Porn without plot. Pure smut.
Kane is insatiable. He wakes me most mornings by licking me out, which I admit is the most original alarm ringtone I’ve ever heard. I come and then he slides into me. He uses my body as he wishes, turning me over to fuck me from behind fast and hard while whispering filthy words in my ear, or lifting my ankles to his shoulders so he can thrust into me deep and slow while relentlessly stroking my clit.
Which makes it all the more surprising that we’re here in central London in a bookshop for my birthday treat, rather than in his bed, with me tied to the headboard and his cock in my mouth. Or my pussy. Or other places that make me blush even more wildly.
“You’ve seen how well-endowed the contents of mybank accountare. Very large.”
I cover my mouth and laugh. He’s right on that count. Both the bank account and the implicit other enormous thing. Who knew something so big would feel so amazing.
“Now.” Kane pulls me roughly to him and kisses my forehead, before holding me away, those violet eyes so dark they’re purple. “Every book you want, angel. As many as you hand me, I will hold. I’ll give you until the count of three, then I want you torun.”
