“I love you,” she sobbed. “What more do you want?”
“No more running.” He gripped her shoulders, forcing himself to lighten his hold, his desperation. “No
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more f**king denials, Sherra. No more separate beds or hiding. All or nothing. I want it all.”
“What the hell do you think I’m trying to give you, ass**le?” She snarled in his face then, her canines flashing in warning as she growled the words. “Do you want me to take out a f**king ad or something?”
“I could handle that.” He tilted his head as though considering the suggestion, holding back his smile, his laughter. His joy. “It would be a start.”
Her eyes narrowed, anger flashing hot and deep an instant before she drew back her fist. He caught it just as quickly, laughed then pulled her to him. His lips covered hers as a strangled gasp left them. She was soft, delicate, her flesh warm and as tempting as sin itself as he moved quickly, lifting her to him as he fell back on the bed, pulling her along his body as his lips ate at hers, and she followed suit with a hunger that matched his own.
Kane flattened his hands, running them down the silk of the caftan to her hips. There, he bunched the material, pulling it up along her legs as they tangled with his, desperate to feel her na**d flesh against him. His lips fought for supremacy of their kiss, for once he didn’t give a damn about that f**king hormone. She was his. Finally. Completely. Fuck that damned hormone.
His tongue plunged past her lips instead, tangling with hers, growling warningly when she tried to take control of the kiss. His hands moved to the neckline of the caftan, gripping the material and ripping it with a savage rend as he bore her to her back on the bed.
He struggled for control. He wanted it to last. He wanted her so damned hot, so out of her mind with the pleasure that she allowed him to love her. Allowed him to touch her, stroke her as he longed to. She stared up at him, her cheeks flushed, her green eyes glittering now with excitement rather than pain as he rose over her, pulling the ruined gown from her body as he gazed at the skin he uncovered. A light blush covered the smooth mounds of her swollen br**sts. He ran the backs of the fingers of one hand over the nearest curve and almost trembled at the heat pouring off her as her ni**les hardened further.
The soft, dark pink tips were elongated, stiff with her arousal and a tempting treat that spiked his already voracious appetite. His c**k throbbed with the demand that he take her now, but his heart screamed out that he touch her first. He only wished the physical was what drove him. He longed to touch more than her soft br**sts or her silken lips—he needed to touch her soul.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he lowered his head, smoothing his cheek over the curve of her breast until his lips raked the sensitive nipple. Her gasp of pleasure shook him.
“You’re trying to tease me.” She arched against him, her breathing rough and deep as he smoothed his hand along her trembling stomach to her parted thighs.
“Just trying?” he whispered as his lips smoothed over the satin delicacy of her breast. “I thought you could recognize clear intent when you saw it, sweetheart.”
Her soft laughter was more a gasp as his tongue licked over her nipple. His hand smoothed to her inner thigh, coming close but never touching the syrupy-slick mound between her thighs.
“I want to taste every inch of you.” His lips kissed over her breast, up her collarbone. “You’re so sweet, so delicate and so damned hot you nearly burn me alive.”
“What do you think you do to me?” Her voice was rough, husky from the pleasure he knew was moving through her.
“Let’s get hotter,” he growled an instant before his lips covered hers again. Moans and hot little cries escaped their throats as Kane moved her to her back, coming over her, glorying in her touch. She no longer just accepted his lust, his hunger, she battled with it, met it, matched it. Her hands roved over his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as he moaned at the pleasure. His lips caressed her jaw, her cheek, smoothing over the fine skin as his fingers moved between her thighs. She was wet and hot for him, the sensitive folds of flesh parting easily as his fingers slid between them. Her h*ps rose, pressing her swollen cl*t into his fingers a second before he slid lower, testing the honeyed entrance to her vagina before moving back and circling her straining cl*t once again. Sherra’s hands gripped his shoulders, her neck arched, perspiration dewing her body as she rubbed against him. He closed his eyes at the pleasure of feeling her br**sts stroking over his chest as she rubbed against him, her hands moving over his shoulders, her body undulating beneath him. He fought to keep his movements slow and easy, to soothe even as he aroused her, to make her aware of every cell in her body reaching out to him. He could feel her now. In each caress of her hands over his back, the arch of her against him, the way she rubbed against him like the little cat she was. He could feel her acceptance clear to his soul.
His lips tracked every soft inch of her face, her neck, her br**sts, watching as her skin flushed, her breathing becoming ragged before he moved lower.
Kane spread her thighs slowly, staring in wonder at the light pink and cream of her flesh there. Breeds were hairless on their gen**als, and he had never seen anything as arousing as the silken lips of her pu**y parted for him, the darker blush of the inner flesh, a passion fruit he had been addicted to since the first taste.
He stretched out between her spread thighs, staring up at her as he gave her a wicked smile. “My midnight snack—hot, wet kitty.”
She blushed deeper. Kane would have laughed in sheer delight if he weren’t so aroused he had to fight for every second of control. His fingers slid over the thick layer of juices that gathered there. Like warm syrup, it clung to his fingers and sensitized the tips.
“I’m not going to be able to stand this,” she warned him weakly as her hands fell to the bed, clenching the blanket beneath her.
“Then we’ll go insane together,” he growled, reaching out to grip her fist and unlock her fingers from the material.
Watching her closely, he moved her hand to her breast, seeing the surprise that filled her gaze.
“Touch your br**sts,” he ordered huskily. “I want to watch your fingers playing with your ni**les. I want to hear your pleasure, your excitement, Sherra. Give me that much, at least.
Her hands cupped the smooth globes of her br**sts, her fingers moving to her hard ni**les as his c**k jerked at the erotic sight.