“Are you sure?”he asks.
“Yes.”
That single word is all it takes.
His mouth crashes into mine, not careful or exploratory, but hungry and frustrated.Like he’s been holding the line with his teeth and finally let go.I kiss him back just as hard, biting, swearing into his mouth when he crowds me back against the door.
“This is a very bad fucking idea,” he growls.
“Then stop talking,” I snap.
He laughs once, sharp and breathless.“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re still fucking talking,” I fire back.
His hands are everywhere, not claiming, not gentle.He pulls my shirt over my head while I do the same.His hands find my breasts the moment my bra falls away and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me, not that I try.
The callouses on his hands scrape against my soft skin and nipples, sending shivers through my body and heat to my core.His grip is firm but not painful.
“You’re pissed,” I say as his mouth drops to my throat.
“Yeah,” he admits.“I am.”
“Good.”
I shove him back toward the bed and he lets me, not because I’m stronger, but because he wants to see where I take this.We both strip out of our jeans and underwear before falling onto the mattress.I climb over him, knees bracketing his hips, hands fisting in his hair.
“You don’t get to disappear into control right now,” I tell him.“You stay with me.”
“I’m right here,” he bites out.
I slam down on his thick cock, a loud moan falling from my lips as he fills me perfectly.Kane curses beneath me as I arch my back and thrust my breasts forward.He tweaks a nipple and my pussy clenches on his length.I ride him hard, like this might be the last time and I need to make it count.
The sex is rougher than before, not violent, but edged with something unresolved.We move together without choreography, without grace, bodies fitting because they remember how even when the rest of us is misaligned.
“Fuck,” he swears.“Raven...”
“Don’t say my name like that,” I snap.“Say it like you’re angry.”
The room fills with breath and sound and cursing, the bed creaking under the force of two people who want each other and don’t know what to do with that want anymore.I move how I need to, fast and sharp, chasing sensation instead of meaning.
This isn’t tender and it sure as fuck isn’t careful.It’s reconnection through pleasure, proof that the thread still exists even if it’s burning.
“You feel that?”he mutters.“You were made to take my cock.”
“Yes,” I hiss.“Fuck me harder.”
He flips us over and positions one of my legs over his shoulder.I feel split open as he hammers me with his erection, each thrust causing my breasts to bounce on my chest.
“Fuck,” he curses, biting down on a nipple harder than I was expecting.
I scream out loudly, my release coming hard and uneven.Kane fucks me harder, through the orgasm that feels like it will never end.My muscles are taut and my breathing is fast as he swivels his hips and sends aftershocks coursing through me.
“Again,” he demands, his thumb finding my clit.
“I can’t,” I mutter with my head thrown back even as I feel another orgasm stir deep inside me.
“You can.And you will.”He grabs the headboard and fucks me with long even strokes, reaching a place only he can.“You’re going to come on my cock and milk me dry.”
