Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
No judging.
I’m a little twisted.
I’m in a daze but I’m not crazy.
I’ve never, in all my life, had a one-night stand without a condom.
It’s not the smart or grown-up thing to do.
And when you’re used to casual flings with men who’ll ghost you after a few times at most, you need to be sensible.
Sexual health is no joke, I know that. I do.
But Kane just feels different.
His lightning eyes feel familiar in a way they shouldn’t after barely a week together.
It’s like I’ve spent half my life staring into them, losing myself willingly.
Or maybe I just love seeing him, the man behind the bluster.
I’ve seen the good dad, the grump, and the fearless beast when there’s a threat to his family—or me.
Yes, it’s stupid to trust his word that he’s also clean and everything will be fine. Perhaps it’s also dumb to trust my birth control, even though it’s never let me down in the past.
All I know is, I can’t bear the idea of losing this moment.
Not for a second.
“Okay,” he says finally. I feel the words through the rumble of his chest. “I’ll fuck you, but first you’re going to come for me, duchess. Come so hard I’ll have to peel you off the floor.”
Holy shit.
…that won’t be a problem if he keeps talking like that.
I’m already so close my legs are shaking.
And knowing he’s close too, the idea of him being inside me, the way he’s rubbing my clit and following my body’s rhythm to give me exactly what I need, bringing me right to the cliff…
This can only be the best kind of brutal.
“That’s right,” he says, holding me against him. “Good girl. You’re Kane’s good girl now.”
Oh my God, I am.
I bury my head in his shoulder effortlessly as his fingers quicken and his thumb sends me into tomorrow.
My orgasm rips the fabric of space.
This isn’t just another O I need like my next breath.
Not another predictably good, run-of-the-mill climax I get with my favorite toys, or maybe a few of the good ones Kelso used to give.
This is different.
This is floating.
An out-of-body experience where I liquify like molten gold.
I’m falling and spinning and coming apart.
He’s holding me up while I come undone a dozen different ways I can’t describe.
All I can do is hold on.
Hold on to Kane as he keeps working me over, sending wave after wave of sensation washing over me.
He knows when to start and when to strum, when to stop and leave me ruined, sagging against him.
“Kane.” I whisper his name with awe.
He laughs against my temple, proud and light.
I slowly crawl back into my own body again.
His hand lingers between my legs, and when he moves it, I whimper again wordlessly. He’s so gentle as he scoops me up, carrying me over to the bed.
His eyes glint in the shadows, all dancing desire as he pulls my swimsuit off. I’ve never been so nervous in my life, but just like on horseback, his hands reassure me.
They’re firm as he lifts me onto the bed, hovers over me, and takes a heady moment, just breathing me in.
“Are you ready for me, duchess?”
So achingly ready.
But all I can do is nod, holding my breath as his eyes turn feral.
Then he pushes the blunt head of his cock against my entrance.
Time stops.
His mouth covers mine like a silent vow, swallowing my rough moan as he eases in, taking and filling and claiming, pulling my legs open with his hands on my knees.
“Fuck,” he rasps as his hips notch against mine.
We’re flush now, no space left between us, and it feels impossibly good.
“I… I’m not sure I can be quiet for this,” I say miserably.
He smothers a laugh, but his eyes are stark raving serious.
“You need to be, duchess. Fight it. Bite me if you have to.” His hand cups the back of my neck, and I press my lips against the curve of his shoulder. My teeth graze his skin and he pushes my face into him. “You want to ride the storm, you have to whisper. Can you do that?”
“Yesss,” I say mindlessly. “O-okay.”
“Margot, can you do it?”
Truthfully, I’m not sure I’m capable of breathing like a normal person right now.
It still feels like parts of me are scattered on the other side of the universe, but yes, for him, I’ll try.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly at first, then gaining speed.
Our bodies fit like destiny, every stroke deeper and warmer than before.
I bite back a louder moan, finding my missing pieces in every thrust.
“Yeah?” He grunts a question, the word harsh and needy, and I lean back.
“Touch me,” I demand, urgent and needy.
He brings his fingers back to my clit, finding the swollen, sensitive nub and drawing tiny circles around it. “Like this? Your new addiction?”
My breaths are tiny moans.