Page 82 of Kai's Hunger

“You’re so powerful,” she admitted in a soft voice. “So intense, as if barely containing the desire to make love to me.”

“I am,” I groaned. “You go to my head, Lily.”

“I like that.” Her smile teased my senses. And she watched as I removed my shirt, the fabric falling away to reveal my chest and abs.

“You like what you see?” I asked, my gaze fixed on hers as I continued to undress, my movements unhurried. One by one I unlaced my boots, and they dropped to the floor, followed by my jeans. I stood before her nude and let her eyes journey over me.

I reached out, my arms circling her waist, and lifted her effortlessly into my embrace. Cradling against my chest, her skin pressed against mine, I could feel the heat of her body, an undeniable force drawing me to her.

I carried her to the large bed, its inviting expanse adorned with crisp white linens that contrasted against her flushed skin. Gently, I placed her in the center, the mattress cradling her form as I stepped back, my gaze fixed on her.

My chest rose and fell with a deep breath, my eyes watchful. “The silky cascade of your long red hair against the white bedding, and your pretty green eyes set my body ablaze.” I took another breath, making a conscious effort to steady the torrent of desire that roared within me. “I need you, Lily.”

“Take me then, Kai,” she murmured, her arms outstretched.

I approached the bed, each step a measured choice. My fingers grazed her cheek, my touch both tender and possessive. “Sweet Lily,” I whispered, “you’re a flame that ignites my soul, a force that consumes me. I want this to be perfect for you.”

“It will be,” she assured me.

Her words hung in the air, a testament to her trust in me. I intended to make every moment meaningful, but I knew that as soon as she was beneath me the chain on my beast would snap. With the fire’s gentle crackle as our backdrop, my fingers brushed against her skin, our connection deepened.

I joined Lily on the bed, keeping my movements easy, though the simmering hunger gnawed away at my control. As I lowered myself onto the mattress, Lily’s legs widened in invitation. An invitation impossible to resist.

I crawled toward her, my hands tracing the contours of her body as I closed the distance between us. And as our lips met, a tantalizing press that sent shockwaves of sensation through me, I knew Lily had the upper hand. I would do anything for her. Kill for her. Her soft touch ran along my biceps to my shoulders, a gentle exploration that sent me into overdrive.

I cursed, then parted her lips with my eager tongue, tasting her delicate flavor until I was starved for her.

Lily’s fingers found their way into my hair, her breath hitching as I explored the sweet recesses of her mouth. My senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of sensations—the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, and the knowledge that this moment was a culmination of our desires.

My hand traversed her body, a careful journey that avoided the tender remnants of her injuries. She shivered and moaned my name. My fingers skated over her skin, eager for the sounds of her pleasure.

The teasing glint in her eyes, gave me permission to skate my fingertips to circle her breasts, which made her arch into my touch with a gasp of pleasure. I watched her, the dark hunger in me increasing.

Lily’s desperate cries of pleasure spurred me on. Every sound, every quiver of her body, had my cock dripping.

My touches grew bolder, more insistent, fingers traced a path of pleasure that had her gasping for breath. Her responsiveness, the way she embraced the intoxicating rush of pleasure we shared did it for me. That it was Lily, my mate, sent me over the edge. MyYucilonpredator roared for release, driven by an instinctual craving, and Lily was my willing prey.

As my fingers teased and played, an electrifying current skated along my spine, a feral energy that pulsed with restless anticipation.

Senses sharpened as my gaze locked onto Lily’s. One finger brushed against her neck, my touch teasing her pulse. It quickened and my teeth elongated, the glint of moonlight slipping through the opening of the curtains. “Lily,” I growled, entranced by Lily’s irresistible allure. I lowered my head toward her neck. My voice, a deep rumble charged with a brutal edge, reverberated in the intimate space. “Surrender to me.”

Lily’s breath hitched. Her pretty eyes darkened until all I wanted to do was drown in their green depths. I let my fingers graze her satiny skin, teasing her with what was still to come. In a heartbeat, I claimed her with my lips, tasting the delicate length of her neck. Without hesitation, my teeth sank into her flesh with a fierce hunger that sent shockwaves of sensation through me. Lily gasped, a reflexive reaction to the sharpness of my bite? I attempted to pull back, but her moans of pleasure gave testament to the intoxicating pleasure blazing through her veins.

A primal growl echoed deep within my chest. I let down my guard and indulged in the connection. The taste of her intoxicating blood sent a savage hunger ripping through me. My grip on her tightened, possessive in its intensity, as my mouth mapped a trail of feathery kisses over the newly created mark.

Lily’s fingers curled into my hair, her lower body pressing upward, as if seeking release. I eagerly wanted to give it to her. A thousand times over. The sweet warmth of her blood, and the raw edge of my unrestrained desire threatened to send me way the hell over the edge. Lily had no idea just how dangerous I could be. The need I had for her. Only her.

As I lifted my head, I watched Lily, the unquenchable fire filling her green eyes. My lips parted to reveal my canines, still stained with the remnants of her essence. Would she hate me now? The idea pulled a growl of rage from within. I swept my hair aside, then used one long razor-sharp claw to make an inch-long cut along my neck, blood dripping down. “Take from me, love. Do this for us.”

Lily didn’t hesitate. She lifted her head and kissed my neck, then teased the tip of her tongue over the cut. “It’s ... sweet,” she murmured.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Do it, sweetness.”

And with a sigh, Lily wrapped her lips around the slice and drank. A moan escaped as she drank from me. My temperature rose, dick hardening and thickening. I groaned her name, eager to drive my cock deep. Aching for her.

“My body is yours and yours is mine,” I instinctively whispered, my hand pressed to the back of her head. “Our souls entwined. Your happiness, health, and comfort will forever be my priority. I exist for you.”

The words sent us both into a tailspin of desire. Lily pulled back and stared at the mark on my neck. I could feel the cut sealing closed. As if it’d never been. She swiped her tongue over her lips, tasting me there still. “What just happened?”

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