Cameron looked down to see their entwined hands. Her skin was so pale compared to his. Scars marred his knuckles, and stood out against the darkness of his skin.
Content and thrilled, she sighed as his thumb stroked her palm in time to his tongue stroking her body. Then, she lifted his hand up to her lips so that she could kiss his scars.
But she didn’t stop there. She opened her mouth and suckled his fingers one by one, tasting them. Nibbling them.
Kalder looked up, startled by her actions. No woman had ever kissed his hands, let alone given them so much consideration. But he had to admit that her tongue felt heavenly sliding over his skin,between his fingers, and for that alone he was glad he’d found dry land and allowed his skin to return and the webbing to recede so that she could do this.
He crawled up her body and then stared down at her, warm and open beneath him. The sight tore through him.
How he craved her. Needed her.
Her hands released his. Then she trailed them over his chest, his hips, ran them down until she could cradle his hot, rigid shaft in her hands.
His body jerked in response.
Kalder moaned at the sensation of her hands sliding down his cock, of her reaching down lower so that she could cup him in her hands.
“Tell me what you want, Mr. Dupree,” she breathed.
You.
The word hung in his throat. Unlike her, words were strangers to his tongue.
But he couldn’t say that out loud. He’d been rejected by everyone else, and while he was used to it, the thought of her turning him away…
It would finally destroy him. She, alone, had the ultimate power over him.
So, he did what he did best and held his feelings in.
“First, I want you to call me Kalder,” he teased. “No need in such formalities while we’re so intimate,Miss Jack,and I would rather show you.” Dipping his head down, he claimed her lips, then slid himself deep inside her body.
He growled at her warm, sweet wetness that surrounded him. At the feeling of her body welcoming his intrusion.
For the briefest moment, she tensed and dug her nails against his back.
Kalder froze. “Are you all right?”
She nodded against his shoulder as she panted ever so slightly. “It’s a rather shocking sensation, isn’t it?”
He wouldn’t really know. “Am I hurting you?” He glanced down at her.
Looking up, she met his gaze, and he didn’t know but there was something far more intimate about this than any other encounter he’d ever had. It was as if his very soul were bared to her and not just his body. Never had he felt closer to anyone.
“It’s subsiding now.”
Cameron swallowed with the realization that she’d just crossed a threshold from which there was no going back.
Ever.
One for which there could be extreme and dire consequences for both of them. For all she knew, she could conceive a child out of this. And that thought terrified her. Not because it would be a baby, but because of the responsibility it would bring. The scandal.
If I do conceive a child, I shall love it forever. Just as I doKalder.
How could she not?
The look on his face as he made love to her was, and would be, forever seared into her memory. He’d been hurt by so many. The fact that he could be tender at all mystified her. God knew that he hadn’tlearned it at home. No one had shown him kindness. The scars on his body bore testimony to that.
All he knew was violence. Strife.
