Page 50 of Sizzling Desire

He looks up at me, eyes burning. “I’m going to ruin you, Gracie.”

With that, he lifts me, guiding my legs around his waist, and carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, his eyes burning with desire as he looms over me.

“You’re mine now, Gracie,” he tells me, his voice thick with want. “And I’m going to make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of.”

My heart pounds erratically as he kisses me again, his tongue delving deep, claiming my mouth as he is claiming my body. I respond eagerly, my hands roaming over his hard chest, feeling the ridges of his abs beneath my palms.

Kane’s hands move to my thighs, pushing them apart, and I willingly comply, opening myself to him. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly slides them down my legs, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his gaze raking over my exposed body. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.:

I feel a surge of power as his eyes devour me, but it is quickly replaced by a wave of vulnerability as he lowers his head, his lips brushing against my inner thigh.

“Please, Kane,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Don’t tease me.”

He looks up, his eyes dark and intense. “I’m not teasing, Gracie. I’m savoring.”

And then his mouth is on me, his tongue tracing the sensitive folds of my sex, and I cry out, my back arching off the bed. He licks and sucks, his fingers joining in, exploring, and I am lost in a sea of pleasure, my body trembling with each new sensation.

“That’s it, let go,” he encourages, his voice a low rumble. “Come for me, Gracie. Show me how much you want this.”

My orgasm builds, a coiling tension that tightens every muscle in my body. I clutch at the sheets, my head thrashing from side to side as he continues to torment me with his mouth and fingers.

“Kane!” I cry out, my body convulsing as the pleasure peaks. “Oh god, I’m coming!”

Kane continues to lap at me, drawing out my orgasm, until I’m a quivering mess, my body spent. He slowly makes his way back up my body, leaving a trail of kisses, and hovers over me, his eyes searching mine.

“Now,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Please, now.”

Kane’s eyes darken further, and he positions himself at my entrance, his cock throbbing against my slick folds. “You’re sure?” he asks, his voice gruff.

I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Now, Kane. Please.”

With a growl, he thrusts into me, filling me in one deep stroke. I cry out, my body welcoming the invasion, my inner walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. “So fucking tight and wet.”

My nails dig deeper into his back as he withdraws and thrusts again, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep within me. I move my hips to meet him, my body craving more with the need to befilled.

“Yes, Kane,” I pant, my eyes locked with his. “Harder. Please, harder.”

Kane complies, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his control slipping as he pounds into me. He leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss, our tongues tangling as our bodies move in perfect sync.

“You feel so good, Gracie,” he groans between kisses. “So fucking good, I can’t?—"

His words cut off as my body tightens around him, my orgasm building again, faster this time. I bite his shoulder to muffle my cry as I come, my inner walls pulsating around him.

Kane’s own release is swift and intense. He thrusts once, twice more, and then tilts, his body shaking as he spills himself deep inside me.

We lay here, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding in unison. Kane’s forehead rests against mine, his breath warm on my skin.

“That was…” I begin, my voice soft.

“Incredible,” Kane finishes for me, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. “But we’re not done yet, Gracie. Not by a long shot. You’re mine.”

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing.

Then reality slams back into place and I freeze.

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