I roll onto my back with my hands under my pillow, bringing the white feathered cushion over my ears to drown out the noise. Something wet hits my face. Then again. I flick on the bedside lamp, looking up at a swell in the ceiling.
Great. I scan the room for something to act as a bucket and spot a plastic tub with some old books I’ve yet to sort through. Once emptied, I place it on my bed under the leak and pad to Kane’s bedroom. Another rumble from above greets me as I tiptoe into his room and a flash of white highlights his masculine features and the black ink adorning his body. A bent leg sticks out from under the duvet, covered in a tattooed fallen angel. To an outsider, he could be the devil, but I know his heart.
“Kane.” I hover over him, giving his shoulder a shake. “Kane.”
Firm hands grip my arms and robust legs tangle in mine. I’m thrown on my back on the other side of the bed, a knife at my chest. Kane’s piercing eyes drill into me just as the blade’s sharp edge presses into my skin.
The room floods with light as another lightning bolt strikes. “Kane, it’s me.” My voice croaks.
He snaps, dropping the knife to the side of the bed with a clatter of metal hitting wood. “Are you all right?” He taps the bedside lamp, turning it on, then he examines every inch of my body.
“Kane. I’m fine.” I say the words fine, but my trembling body doesn’t agree.
“Damn it. I could’ve killed you.”
“You didn’t. I’m fine.” My shaky hand reaches up to stroke his cheek and pull his messed hair back from his forehead.
“You’re bleeding.” He tilts my head to get better access to my neck.
“I don’t feel anything.”
His lips make a liar out of me when they press against my collarbone, making my centre tingle. He’s an animal licking a wound, then his hot mouth trails my jaw, until he reaches my lips.
He pulls back slightly to look into my eyes, as if seeking permission for what he’s about to do next. I part my mouth and lift my chin, inching myself closer to feel his warm ragged breaths against my lips.
It’s all the signal he needs to dive in one swoop, taking my breath away. With his stolen kiss, my body thrums with desire. Another flash lights up the room along with my soul as he deepens the kiss. His tongue dances with mine, tasting every corner of my mouth. I drink in this moment, my fingers freely running through his raven hair, tugging his head tighter to me, telling him without words that I never want him to stop consuming me.
The weight of him rests at the apex of my thighs, and I spread my legs wider to gain more friction from his growing erection. My hips rock against his full naked length, dragging along my clit, a slither of cotton, and my nightshirt is the only thing between us.
Without breaking our kiss, he reaches to the bedside table, yanks open the drawer, knocking over the lamp in haste. But he doesn’t stop his assault on my mouth or the grinding of his pelvis in rhythm with mine.
Another rumble from above, but more distant. The hammering of my heart drowns the sound of rain beating against the windowpane. I’ve never been more connected to one person than I am to him, in tune with everything he feels, and I want more. I want him to consume me fully, heart, mind, and soul. It’s his for the taking and I arch my back, offering my body to him.
A whimper leaves my lips as he breaks our kiss, and I inhale deep breaths as if gasping for air, as if his kiss breathed life into me and now I’m starved of oxygen.
His hands roam my body, and his mouth finds my nipple over the cotton of my nightshirt. I moan, calling out his name as he sucks hard and bites through the fabric.
Fiery eyes flash to me before lowering to my stomach. His fingers trail under the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my breasts. He licks both nipples in turn, each one ready to cut glass after his attention.
His lips move south, pressing delicate kisses down my soft stomach to the flower tattooed on my hip. Nobody has ever paid this much attention to my body before, like he’s detailing a classic car.
My body thrums with desire as he hovers above my centre. Rough hands rip the lace of my knickers in two, making way for his devil’s tongue to wickedly pierce my slit.
Long licks through my folds have my moans amplified. His tongue dragging along my clit with perfect precision as he hoists my thighs over his shoulders.
Another rumble, but this time from him as he groans against my centre, sending a vibration of tingles through every cell. He devours me, fucking me with his stiff tongue.
Back arched, toes curled, I pant out each syllable of his name as I stare at the thick black waves between my thighs. In a state of rapture, I don’t think it can get better than this, until he presses his thumb against my clit with the right amount of pressure, his tongue swirling at my entrance, and I detonate.
White heat strikes through my body and every synapse bursts. I throw my head back against the pillow, catching my breath. This may be my undoing. I could die in his arms tonight, but I would die knowing I lived. Is it so wrong to love him? How can one not love this man despite all his flaws?
27
KANE
From the minute I saw her standing on my porch, I wanted to bury my face between her thick thighs. When I saw her beneath me, I thought I was dreaming; a familiar fantasy of her violet hair spread out on my pillow. But now I’m swirling my tongue around her clit and dipping into her soaked pussy, I’m very much awake.
Her arousal has me on a high, like inhaling a deep toke of violet delight for the first time, discovering a new flavour. Now I’ve tasted it, I’ll never be able to satiate the craving.
