My stomach flutters as he kisses a path down my body until he’s kneeling at the end of the bed. I whimper at the feeling of hishand getting deeper as he pulls me down by my ankle. Pressure builds in my lower stomach, shaking my thighs as he sucks my clit between his teeth.
“Ka-Kane?”
He slowly shakes his head as he fucks me even harder, ignoring how I slap at the sheets. My back bows as I kick, attempting to escape the intensity, but my hips are pinned to the bed. He slams his hand on my stomach, pressing in a downwards motion.
“Please!” I cry out. “I can’t take it anymore!”
There’s only a quarter of his face in view from the moonlight. That small insight is enough to see his perverse glee as he speeds up, building the pressure.
Higher.
Higher.
Higher.
Until my foot slams into his back.
And my fingers are tangled in his hair.
Nonsensical screaming leaves me while I fight what he’s doing. It’s even more intense than when we were on the ledge. I had a distraction then, something to be fearful of.
I pull his head back with every bit of strength I have, but he doesn’t let go of my clit. The pain is another layer to what he’s doing to me. Pain. Pleasure. Every sense is his to toy with.
He knows it too.
Because he fucking smirks.
“Cleanse me, koukla mou,” he darkly whispers, pressing even harder against my stomach until that pressure explodes, forcing his hand out of me.
I scream my throat raw.
Sweat coats my skin.
My ears ring, my vision wavering as his moans penetrate the sensations wreaking havoc on my nerves. I drop down againstthe bed, my soaked thighs slipping against his saturated shirt in time to see him purse his lips, forcing clearliquidbetween his lips like a fountain, spraying us both. While my limbs independently shiver out of tune from one another, my teeth chattering, I ask, “Water?”
He misunderstands me as he wipes the droplets clinging to his face away. “I’ll get you some now, pretty girl.” He rights my hoodie so it’s covering me before delicately pulling the sheet over my spasming body.
I weakly wrap my fingers around his hard dick, holding him hostage. He doesn’t make any attempt to fuck me as he brushes my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You wanted water.”
“No. Where did you get the water from?”
His chest softly shakes as he curls his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue. The laugh escapes when he whispers, “From my god. She’s merciful, refusing to let me die of thirst.”
Warmth wraps around me as he presses his lips to my forehead, stamping his kiss deep into my skin.
42
KANE
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made Delilah come while I watch the sun warm her cheeks as she lays on my chest. Her cunt is keeping my dick warm, but I can’t stop the feeling of hands on my body or the deathly cold rubbery skin. It’s easier like this though, so I lightly trace her spine with the tip of my finger.
Lennox’s blocker will prevent Helene seeing this moment after she fucked off. The twisted bitch mistook those beautiful screams for pain when my stunning wife was lost in pleasure.
I rest my lips on her crown as I blankly stare at her body on mine. Warm. So fucking warm. Her hands are on my ribs. Legs between mine. All warm. Alive.
She’s exhausted, so I know she won’t wake up as I whisper, “I love you. I love who I am with you. You’ve always made me better, even when I was a dumb kid who was too nervous or shy to speak in front of anyone. I think my love for you will always be selfish, Delilah. But…” I bury my face deeper into her hair, muffling my voice. “I won’t let you go, especially when you hate me.”
She flinches, holding herself rigid as she slowly looks up. Her eyes are mesmerizing with the sun exposing each shade of blue. They slowly crinkle in the corner as she smiles. “You’re real?”
