Page 74 of Second Shot

“Good,” he groans against mylips.

I wrap my legs around his waist and angle my hips, begging with my body to feel him fillme.

“Are you on the pill?” heasks.

I can’t help butchuckle.

“What?” He arches a darkbrow.

“Probably something we should have thought about lasttime.”

He nips at my bottom lip. “Last time, I wasn’tthinking.”

“And you are now?” It’s meant to be a tease, but his expression isserious.

“I’m thinking about a lot ofthings.”

I tremble, but this time not from his touch. From the promises and expectations in his eyes. And I see it - ourfuture.

“I’m on the pill,” I saybreathlessly.

He doesn’t hesitate. He thrusts into me with one hard move and I cry out, taking every inch of him, his thick cock stretching and filling mecompletely.

And I know there’s no denying that he owns every piece ofme.

Myheart.

Mymind.

My tatteredsoul.

It’s allhis.

He lets out a long breath, holding himself above me, before he starts tomove.

“I love you,” he growls against my mouth, between kissing me. “So damnmuch.”

I moan and my head falls back, eyes closed, taking in every feeling, every emotion, like it’s the firsttime.

“Kane,” I pant his name, each delicious thrust sending me closer to theedge.

He consumes me, the inferno between usbuilding.

“Come with me, Brynne,” he growls out, holding mygaze.

I can’t hold back. My body trembles and shakes. White flashes of light blind my vision, and I cry out his name, digging my nails into his shoulders as I ride every wave ofpleasure.

He drives into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills himself inside ofme.

I keep my legs wrapped around him, holding himthere.

Our bodies are damp with sweat. He’s heavy, but I love his weight on top of me. I run my fingers over his stomach, watching the muscles ripple under mytouch.

We lay in silence, and heavy breaths are the only sound betweenus.

“You’re everything,” he mumbles against myhair.

I trace the dark patterns of the tattoos on hisarm.

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