‘No,habibti.’ His fingers brush the roundness of my butt then, agonizingly deliberate, he brushes between my legs.
I close my eyes, absorbing the minutiae of our coupling: our breathing, mine rapid and shallow, his slow and deep. The appliqué woven into the bedding lying rough against my face. My breasts as they rub against the edge of the bed and the floor unforgiving beneath my knees. Immersed in the external sensations, I cry out as his fingers drive inside.
Sensations coalesce and consume, I begin to whimper as I come undone.
‘Your expectation whirls around me. Relish so sweet.’ His whispered words are hot in my ear, his lips moving to my shoulder, grazing gently before the force of his teeth melt my torso against the bed. I moan and push against the heel of his hand for pressure, for more. ‘You’re a bit of a pain slut, aren’t you?’ he whispers, sounding half amused.
Right now I’m inclined to agree. I think I’d agree to anything he said just to be pushed over that edge. Articulation, however, is a step too far. And I’m wholly uncertain about myexpectations whirlingas he does something completely unexpected.
His hand smacks the left cheek of my arse. Very hard.
‘Ow!’ I yelp into the comforter, verbalization returning with the impact. ‘What the fuck, Kai!’ I struggle to rise, difficult enough in my current position, impossible once he plants a palm between my shoulders, catching my thigh between his. Prickling displeasure rises to anger as I struggle against him. ‘Stop that!’
‘You belong to me.’
Smug. That’s how he sounds as he holds his hand to my stinging cheek.
I struggle to close my legs as his hand curls around me and slides between my thighs. My torso sags against the bed, turned on and confused, my body is at odds with my head again as his fingers caress the wet ribbon of flesh between my legs. I make an inarticulate protest as his hand slides away. Stroking my heated skin, it comes to rest between my shoulders as the other draws down my spine. Then he slaps me again. Hard, and on the same cheek. In truth, the sound is worse than the actual impact, but I cry out, struggling to rise.
My skin burns poker hot, my mind unable to process the sensations at all.
‘No,’ Kai murmurs, dragging his tongue wetly along my rigid spine. ‘I can almost hear your subconscious, and it lies.’
His warm lips touch my neck and something inside me resists my struggles. I pause under his touch and whispered words, relaxing into his fingers drawing circles across my back. Neither a sigh nor sob, the noises I make are raw and full of need as his fingers suddenly plunge into me, my hips surging along with them. Something warm and wet touches my cheek—his mouth and tongue are caressing and soothing my smarting skin. My body melts further, my mind in pieces and no longer in charge as I ride his hand.
Flesh strikes flesh moments later, harder this time, and I cry out, absolutely cry. My arse smarts, warming uncomfortably, my face is hot, flushed with the indignity of my position, and my heart beats like it would break free from my ribs.
‘Blood races through your veins, habibti. I see it rising through your skin. You’re on the edge, my darling, the very edge.’ His teeth close on the lobe of my ear, the burn across my behind evolving into a familiar ache. Growing. Spreading out.
‘Tell me to stop,’ he rasps. ‘Saykhallasand I will, I swear.’
I actually hear the whoosh of his hand this time, before the impact connects with my arse.
‘No!’ I call out, my voice raw, but rousing, my mind exploding with disbelief.This can’t be happening.I weep tears of rage and shame as I give in to something so frighteningly seductive, something I just can’t comprehend. But through my indignity and confusion, I glow, bursting into an insidious, delectable blaze.
‘Nokhallas? Then shout out.’ He kisses my neck, pinching the skin between his teeth, like a big cat taming a cub. ‘Then I want to hear.’ His fingers continue to move within me as I whimper senselessly, writhing and moaning beneath him still.
Then his palm makes contact once more.
‘No!’ I repeat but even I can hear the change in tone. My mind deserts me. His erotic assault leaves me breathless in anticipation of his palm, each slap hardwired to my clit. My body is pushed forward, breasts hard against the bed as I begin to sob wet, hot tears against the covers.
‘Give in.’ He strikes me again, words exhaled through gritted teeth.
I hear myself moaning, crying out, my skin burning with his lack of restraint. Striking and stroking, his mouth at my ear whispers endearments and praise. And all the while my mind is a blank, vacuous place, the throb in my behind echoing that building inside, and just beyond my reach.
Slowly, I become aware of his hand loosening the scarf from my wrists. Rubbing my skin, he places my hands near my head.
At the descent of his zip, something ignites inside.
‘You did so well.’ His voice, like his breath, is hoarse as his body covers mine. Pushing the hair from my face, he rubs his fingers through the tears on my cheeks before he’s inside me. Filling me. Filling my need.
Instinctively, I push back against him, no longer shamed but numb. I’m just a thing, a thing craving this release. Delirious, I ignore my scrambled emotions, and as ever where Kai is concerned, my traitorous body responds.
I burst from heated skin as he pounds against me, his fingers hard, almost lifting my hips, skin assaulting tender skin. The incomprehension sitting at the corners of my mind vanishes as I ascend to the place where all reason is gone, where I don’t exist. Where there is only sensation and hunger and need.
‘You’re mine,’ he growls, ‘say it.’
A dark consuming ache rushes through me. I implode, explode,something,as a liquid, hot climax rips through my insides. Possessed, I beg for divine intervention, yell his name. Beg him to drive me harder into the bed.
I’m aware of nothing else until I’m in Kai’s arms, cradled against his chest, whimpering, tears damp against my face.
