Page 54 of King of Ruin

“Yes.” I barely hear my own words over the pounding of my heart, but it doesn’t matter because Kane hears them clearly.

His hand lashes out, gripping around my throat and drawing me into a punishing kiss. It’s angry and ravenous, stealing my ability to breathe or focus on anything other than him. Kane’s tongue slips through my sealed lips, taking control as it tangles with mine.

My towel falls as I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body into the hardness of his. We fit together as perfectly as any two humans can, and it’s with that gut wrenching fact alone that I allow myself to get lost in him. To close my eyes and let myself move with him rather than against him.

His hand disappears from my neck and moves around my back. The other cups behind my thigh, lifting me from my feet, and forcing me to latch my legs around his waist.

I moan into his kiss, the feel of his erection digging into my exposed center making my entire core clench.

Kane backs us away from the wall, breaking away from my mouth to nip and lick his way down the column of my throat while walking us across the room. Heat unfurls through my body like tendrils, wrapping around my muscles and seizing everything tight. I grind against him, the sudden need to have him inside me robbing me of any logic.

“My needy girl,” he huffs before tossing me onto the bed.

I fall with a small oof, fire burning in my eyes at both the boldness of his act and irritation at the loss. It doesn’t last long though, because the molten lava dripping from his gaze as he roves over my body lights me up from the inside. Tingles shoot down my spine, my clit pulsing in anticipation.

“Tell me you want me,mo bhanríon.”

“Is it not obvious, Kane?” Between the quick rise and fall of my chest, my pinched brows, or the knocking of my knees locked together, I’m not sure how he can’t see it.

His voice lowers, “I want to hear you say it.”

Unlike our other push and pull, or fight for dominance, this is different. It’s honesty. Vulnerability. And if this is the last time we’re together, I want to give him this.

The air grows thick as I sit up, grabbing his collar in my fist. “I want to forget who we are, and only feel what we do to each other.”

I press a kiss to his lips, relishing the way they mold to mine. “I want reality to blur and time to cease to exist.”

My hands find his buttons, and I begin the tedious job of slowly unhooking each one. When the dark ink, sprawling across his chest is fully exposed, I return my gaze to his. His pulse throbs in his neck, his lips are parted and wet from our kiss. The space between us is near stifling with our desire.

“I wantyou.”

He moves fast, pressing me back into the mattress and capturing both my wrists in one of his large hands. “Knees up. Don’t move. I need to taste what’s mine.”

I smirk through my fan of lashes and nod. “As you wish.”

Without another word he leans forward and captures one of my pebbled nipples in his mouth. He bites down hard, making me hiss and buck beneath him.

Kane’s only response is his warm tongue darting out and soothing over the ache as his grip tightens around me. He moves to my other breast and nips the mounded flesh before working his way down.

It takes more restraint than I care to admit to remain still during his slow assault over my nerves, and even more so when his hands disappear. Everything is tingling and clenching, the build already starting before he’s between my legs.

I moan into a nearby pillow, arching my back as he nears the place I need him most.

He tsks. “You said you wanted time to stop. You need to be patient while I give you that.”

My heart rate increases, the pounding in my ribs nearly bruising now.

He kisses down my thigh, taking his time until he reaches the tip of my toes. He moves over to the other leg, repeating the same soft process until he’s finally at my center. Still, he doesn’t connect and right as I open my mouth to coax his next move, he swipes a finger through my soaked slit. I jolt under his touch, the sudden act sending a tremor down my spine.

He brings his index up to my lips, slipping inside.

“Suck,” he commands, and I respond immediately. Sucking the digit into my mouth with such force he groans against my thigh. The taste of my desire on his fingers has my head becoming fuzzy, fueling the wetness between my thighs.

“Do you see how fucking good you taste? Why I need to have my tongue on you so badly?" He yanks his finger from my mouth with a vicious pop, and inserts it into my pussy.

My walls quiver at both the intrusion and at his words. He draws it out slowly and then adds another, stroking against my walls with a delicious amount of pressure.

“Tell me,” he asks, his voice a husky rasp as his fingers twist inside me,“will you miss this?”

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