She waited for a trauma reaction, but instead it only heightened her arousal.
Kace wasn’t Lucas.
He wasn’t Augustine or even Dutch.
He was safe.
“I don’t know how to be gentle,” he whispered as he pulled back, his chest heaving in quickened breaths. “Tell me to leave, Eva.”
That was her chance to stop, and she couldn’t think of anything worse. “I don’t want gentle. All I wanted was a choice, and I choose you.” His growl vibrated against her breasts when he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as his lips came down so hard she felt hers bruise. He moved them a few steps to the bed, the sudden feeling of falling lasting only a second before her back hit the mattress. She bounced slightly, his expression like a man starved as he stood over her.
“You shouldn’t have come to me Eva, because now you’re mine. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to let you go.”
Eva didn’t get to process his threat before he was on her, his kiss consuming, a passion so hot she wanted to be burned, forever scorched and marked as his. He made her feel alive, as if she hadn’t just had her life ripped apart.
His tongue stroked down her fang, teasing the sharp tip until she tasted a drop of his blood. Hunger shot through her, her fangs throbbing as she pressed into their kiss. Unable to wait any longer she tugged on her silk shorts, the fabric caught with Kace’s weight on her hips. She moaned, the silk tearing and then his fingers were there, pushing at her folds with such blunt strokes that her back bowed. There was no teasing, just solid brushes of his thumb across her clit, his finger pumping inside so fast her stomach tightened as if she was ready to explode.
She tried to reach for him, but in one move he had her wrists pinned in one of his, his fingers leaving her empty.
“Please!” she cried, rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. She had been so close, her release just a stroke away.
“Stay,” he demanded, adding pressure to his grip before releasing.
Eva needed to touch him, to trace every single tattoo along the left side of his body until she had memorised every harsh line. She wanted to stroke along every hard curve of muscle, and know every inch of his skin. Her hands instinctively moved to his shoulders as his teeth grazed across her breasts in little nips, biting hard around a nipple through the silk of the vest. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her, and when he released it he licked the small hurt, wetting the fabric.
She needed skin on skin, her hands reaching down to tug at the silk vest before Kace let out an impatient growl. He took over the removal of the vest, only to wrap it around her wrists, forcing them back above her head.
“Last warning, Sunshine.”
Eva went to protest, but then his lips wrapped around her neglected breast, his stubble rough along her sensitive skin.
Chapter27
Kace
He was trying to be gentle, his muscles so painfully solid as he forced himself to pull back. His beast was riding him, snarling inside his mind to take her, and take her hard until she had no memory of any of her other lovers.
Kace took a second to soothe his temper, his patience splintering with her every moan and wiggle beneath him. He made sure his bites were a fraction less than he truly wanted, even though her flesh was able to take more pressure now she had been turned. She wouldn’t so easily break at his rough attention, but he needed to be softer, to not scare her with how much he wanted to mark her. The women he had slept with before were just faceless bodies, but with Eva it was different.
Mine,his beast snarled, and Kace had to agree. He was beyond broken, his mind a kaleidoscope that fractured at the smallest inconveniences. He was violent and dangerous, yet he was selfish enough to keep her anyway.
He had been in a dark place when they came back from the Pits, despite the plan being a success and Hunter having been rescued. He had attacked Xander when he had blocked him from going to Eva, his rage so black no one could have possibly stopped him if hadn’t pulled back.
Her moans broke through, her eyes entirely black from both hunger and arousal as he released her nipple. Her fangs had lengthened further, grazing her bottom lip as she rubbed herself against his cotton cladded legs.
His cock strained, so hard it hurt.
“Last warning, Sunshine,” he growled, wrapping the silk even more around her wrists before he released the fabric. He needed to stay calm, and if she touched him he wasn’t sure what he would do while he was so on edge. She could easily break the fabric, which was the whole point. He didn’t want her to feel trapped, because even on the edge he didn’t want to panic her. In the back of his mind he knew what likely happened in all those months, and it took everything in him to remain in the moment, and to not hunt down every fucker who had ever hurt what was his.
Jumping up he removed the joggers, tossing them behind him before he was back, her skin cool compared to his hot. He flicked his gaze back to her wrists, her hands remaining pinned as she rolled her gorgeous hips, inviting him for a touch. Or a taste.
Kace’s mouth watered, remembering when he first took her against her front door what felt like a lifetime ago. It had been his first experience in oral, and now he wanted to drown in her.
His hands hooked beneath her thighs, bringing her slick centre closer to his mouth. His first lick was quick, her scream vibrating right to his cock so much he ground it into the mattress. His second lick was harsher, the flat of his tongue taking its time to taste her arousal that was his new obsession.
He traced every slick curve, slipping his tongue inside before flicking it up to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. His hands spread her wider, keeping her open as his fingers brushed down to press two fingers inside, curving them up in the exact way that had her panting.
She clenched around the digits, her legs tensing as he forced her closer and closer to a release. She shifted against his hand, riding his fingers while he continued to lick and suck, burying his face like a man starved.
