Instead of thrusting into her, he gripped her hips with harsh fingers and dragged her back and forth along his cock in a slow glide, handling her like she was simply some inanimate object to use as he pleased. Her one-handed grip slipped from the headboard and her muscles turned rag doll as he handled her. Her chest lowered to the bed, her nipples dragging back and forth along the comforter with his motions. Every part of her felt both alive and separate, a thousand entities trying to cooperate at once. Her mind began to fuzz, launching her into some dreamy, sensation-filled state.
“I can feel your fucking surrender, baby,” Kade said, his voice roughened with his own restraint. “You’re all mine now, aren’t you? All you’re here for is to give me what I need.”
“Yes, sir,” she said in her haze, the words sending desire coiling tight inside her.
He pulled her thighs from under her and put her flat onto her stomach, then worked the vibrator between her and the bed. He braced a hand next to her and pressed the other to her face, his palm spanning the side of her head. The move made her feel pinned and insignificant, like he couldn’t even bother to look at who he was fucking. And the idea should’ve pissed her off, somewhere in her foggy brain she knew that, but instead the hold, the vibrator, and the feel of him filling her had her barreling into hyperspace.
He increased his speed and rocked into her ass without reprieve as she clung to unraveling threads of her self-control, trying to keep from coming again without permission. For all the foreplay, she’d expected this part to be short, but Kade seemed to be in complete control of his own release.
“Come, Tessa,” he demanded.
The words sliced right through those last threads and she moaned, low and long, as a second, sharper orgasm hit her. He didn’t slow his pace and if anything, he plunged even deeper and harder. The pressure of his hand on her head increased.
Soon, she was gasping and writhing beneath him, the stimulation almost too much, but he wasn’t letting her go.
“Now you fucking do it again,” he said, his voice hard. “You aren’t done.”
The vibrator was trapped against her clit, Kade’s body weight holding her against the bed, and she whimpered. Her muscles were quivering and her skin felt electrified. It was all so much. So much. There was no way . . .
Kade moved his hand away from her face and dropped to his forearms above her. His lips touched the curve of her shoulder, and she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead his teeth sank into her skin, holding her like an animal as he tunneled again and again into the most private part of her.
She shattered, a silent scream searing her throat, as she launched into some other dimension where she no longer had conscious control of her body. Kade let go then, too, sinking deep and pouring his release into her with unintelligible words and coarse, groaning pleasure. But even when he was through, he held her in place beneath him. Her orgasm went on and on, like light trails from fireworks, leaving afterimages and scorch marks on her psyche.
She couldn’t stop. She could barely breathe. She bit the sheets to try to hold back the screams.
But when she started to cry from the overwhelming bigness of all that feeling, Kade gently rolled off of her, taking her with him and getting her off the vibrator. Sobs overtook her as he tucked her against his side, flipped the comforter over their bodies, and kissed her hair. “Shh, just let it happen, baby.”
She had no idea why she was sobbing, but she couldn’t seem to quit. She tucked her face in the crook of his shoulder and cried without reason or understanding. Through it all, Kade simply held her, stroking her and giving her silent support. Unlike many men, he seemed completely at ease with her tears. He didn’t try to talk her out of them or fix them or ask her why. That alone made her want to never get up out of this bed.
When she finally got her breathing and emotions mostly under control, leaving her a sniveling, swollen-eyed disaster, Kade looked down at her with a soft smile and wiped the streaks from her cheeks. “Still with me?”
She made some sound that could’ve been a laugh if she wasn’t so hoarse. “I feel like someone else has taken over my body and brain.”
He touched the tip of her reddened nose, amusement glittering in his eyes. “Someone did. Me.”
“I—” With what little strength she had left, she pushed herself into a sitting position, but her sensitized backside protested the movement. She quickly changed to lying on her side. He followed, mirroring her. She attempted to put into words what she was feeling, to ask the questions hovering at the edges of her mind, but nothing would come together. She let out a frustrated breath. Everything felt fragmented.
Broken.
She looked to Kade, but before she could speak, he cupped her cheek. “Hey, why don’t I get you something to drink and run a bath. Give us both some time to come down. We have all night to talk if we need it.”
She sagged against the pillows and nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”
Over the next hour, Kade did exactly as promised. He brought her juice and put her in a bathtub, washing her body and her hair with gentle hands, then letting her soak while he took a quick rinse in the shower. She didn’t have to say or do anything. He took care of it all. The intense dominance from earlier had sunk back into the soil, and now he was all kindness and care. Even though the two sides of him appeared to be so very different from the outside, the combination worked.
After drying her off, he forbade her clothes and led her back to the bed. He left for a few moments and returned with a glass of water and some ibuprofen. “You’ll thank me for those in a few hours.”
She took the pills and swallowed them back. “This definitely goes on record as the first sex I’ve had that required medication afterward.”
“Gold star for me.”
The completely shameless grin he gave her made her laugh. “Hey, I’m the one who’s not going to be able to sit down tomorrow. Don’t I get some stars?”
He climbed in the bed next to her. “Tess, I’d give you all the stars in the sky right now if I could.”
She turned to him, expecting to see that cocky smile, but his expression was intent. He wasn’t feeding her a pretty line. She sighed and tucked her arm beneath her head. “I’m not going to pretend I understand this. If I look back at tonight or any of our nights together with my logical brain, I should be kicking your ass out of the house.”
“A lot of women would,” he said, facing her. “My ex did. I didn’t even have to show her this part of me. I just talked about some desires and that was enough to send her running. It’s scary shit to most.”