“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Desiree, even if it’s just for this one night,” he whispered against my lips, deepening the emotional side of our connection.
I eased back, cupping his face so that I could glance into his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful part of the chaos that’s been my entire life. I know I’ll have to marry Arjen because it’s what the syndicate has voted on, and I’ll do what is asked of me to bridge this alliance. However, if he ever wants me this way, it’s never going to happen, because it is always going to be you I’m thinking of, a truth I realized the day I stumbled into your kitchen.”
The surprise etched in his face was obvious as my revelation left him speechless, his gaze searing into mine. I glared into his good eye, before staring at the one covered by the contact lens. “Do you have more?”
He immediately knew what I was talking about. “Yes.”
With my hand placed to the side of his head, I used my thumb to swipe the contact out before I tossed it, same as I had tossed the condom earlier. “I want all of you. You are probably the most dangerous man I know, but you are also the most beautiful thing I want to see and experience, just the way you are.”
His lips met mine for a gentle kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you,” he repeated as he hugged me, pulling me into a grip so tight, I lost my breath. I believed his ‘thank you,’ harbored more meaning than he knew how to express.
Wanting Khane, being around him, soaking up his energy, I would never be able to fully explain the depth of my connection to him. He was deadly and dangerous, a merciless killer, but he also had the capacity to care so deeply, he had taken my heart captive without even trying.
I seized the opportunity to steal more kisses, landing one on the eyelid of his damaged eye, letting my lips linger there so he would understand the strength of my acceptance of him.
When his big, hard member nudged, knocking at my stomach again, I kissed him harder. I bathed his neck, chin, and cheeks in affection before I returned to his mouth. I had searched until I’d found our mingling lust and turned it back on full blast. At the moment of our heated impact, we moaned into each other’s mouths before I reached down and gripped his hard, needy dick.
Lifting high on my knees, I aligned us. I didn’t rush the process, wanting this to last for as long as I could handle the intoxication and physical pleasure. I sat the head at the wet lips of my leaking core, my gaze locked on his, probing deeper. Raw emotions were riding the surface of my lust and introducing me to the sweet side of sin.
“Khane, I love you.”
His mouth dropped open and every emotion flashed in his wide gaze, before I slid down his dick and took his expression and breath away.
“Desiree,” he cried out, stretching out my name like an endless vocal masterpiece.
I didn’t need to hear him say he loved me back. I knew it already. Sensed it. Acknowledged it the moment he’d made me cum on his balcony and on top of his car. I knew it the moment he’d tried everything in his power, including revealing his darkest secret to push me away. Now, he was allowing me to have control over our connection.
The men I had encountered in my past were too selfish to allow me any kind of control. In twenty-six years, this was the first time I hadn’t had to ask to be on top, and it spoke volumes about my frustrating sexual past. It also reinforced that Khane understood what I needed far better than anyone ever had. He had been what I was missing but could never find.
A heightened urgency caused me to pick up my twirling pace, and I could feel myself becoming slippery wet. He was sliding in and out of me in time with my careful movements.
“You’re so big,” I squeezed out between hisses. “But, so good,” I edged out over a loud moan. My slick clit licked at the ridges of his shaft, heightening my sensitivity and lighting my nerve endings. I was shivering with each wave, moaning with each turn, and screaming when he’d added a powerful upward thrust.
Hard, thick, and veiny, every inch of Khane was being driven deep enough to stimulate my pain sensors, poking at things that had only been touched by him. The depth elicited a different kind of raw pleasure that I fed on like a ravenous animal.
Rotating on his thick dick, my walls were demanding relief, but I couldn’t stop. Not that I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to turn off the insatiable need to lose myself in him, on him, all over him. Khane had me higher than any addictive drug I had been foolish enough to try because he took my mind completely. Anything that made sense was out of the question. Any good decision that needed to be made was ignored.
The relentless grip he had on my ass aided him in shoving in more dick, rearranging my internal organs. Pleasure exploded, then ricocheted through me so hard, I was sure he had put dents in the back walls of my pussy. I had never experienced anything so highly addictive in all my life.
We kept the same blinding rhythm, him folding me between his strong arms, palming my ass, and my arms locking around his neck with a tight grip. We built the pleasure until we overflowed and crashed together, moaning, hissing, and floating on an emotion that would reside in me forever.
We clung to each other for dear life, with most of his face buried in my neck. His warm exhales swept down my chest and along my heated body. My arms were death-locked around his neck and shoulders, my tightly shut eyes pointed at the ceiling.
I didn’t want to let go. I never wanted to let go. But I didn’t have a choice when the force of my orgasm struck, and I was helpless to its enslaving power. A silly smile covered my face, and I fed on the drug flooding my veins and spreading like wildfire over me. Even after the wave had receded, I couldn’t move to unhinge myself from him.
Khane was the one that made the first move, easing me back a little so that he could stare into my eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked. There was something in his gaze when he asked that I didn’t catch right away.
“I’m better than okay,” I answered. My eyes crinkled at the smile in his eyes until it reached his lips.
It jumped. The hard beam still moving inside me pulled us away from our mental lock and dragged us back to the physical. I had been so focused on his expression that I hadn’t caught on right away to the swelling taking place inside me.
The heavy fullness was back, and my hyped-up libido didn’t know how to say no. I had never had dick so good that I didn’t care about soreness or fatigue. I sat my lips against his ear. “Baby, if you want me again. I’m yours. Always will be yours, even when I’m not.”
I was talking “forever” shit that he probably didn’t believe, but I meant every word. I sucked in a breath I couldn’t release when he flipped me. We lost our connection, but he was there between my legs hovering above me. His hard dick, still wet with my juices, nudged my inner thigh.
He reached down between us, never taking his gaze away from mine. When we got into position this time, he didn’t hesitate to fill me to the brim with one long powerful stroke that had my sharp inhale vacuuming every bit of air from the room.
I choked on the potent penetration and screamed when he started fucking me like a mad man. Him being on top put a force behind his thrust that I hadn’t experienced on top of the car or while I was riding him.
The Animal had taken over, and I was right there with him, taking the punishing pounding, enjoying it, living in a moment that others might call my dark side. It was the side of me that wanted it rough. The side that wanted the pain more than the pleasure. The side I desperately wanted to embrace, but rarely had gotten the chance to explore. The side that was addicted to Khane because he knew how to tap into my madness.
“Khane! Khane! My God!” I yelled, testing the strength of my vocal cords as he worked me over so well that there probably wasn’t going to be anything left for the bad guys chasing me to take. The sex was so good, I couldn’t stop my nails from digging into him, knowing I was leaving marks but helpless to stop myself.
He filled me to the brink of insanity before pulling back and allowing me to float on cloud nine. I was his, every part of me had been freely given and consumed by him. He had me under his spell, right where I wanted to be.
Love was a living being we shared, a beating heart that each of our hands caressed. Khane lavished me with the precious gift, one I had never experienced, and never dreamed of being touched by. He gave me pleasure in abundance, pouring the magic into me. I breathed in the life-giving power it gave off as it allowed me to experience a joy that soaked into my senses.
I floated within my laughter, danced on streams of happiness, and lived a lifetime within a single emotion. Khane was the center of my being. The power source I had been siphoning my entire life. Now that I was at the source, I never wanted to let go.
How in all the seven levels of hell-on-earth was I supposed to marry his brother when Khane was my everything? How was I supposed to offer myself to Arjen when Khane had marked me as his—forever?