Page 45 of Kage

CHAPTER 13

Juliette

For a huge man, Kage could be oh-so gentle. Yet with his commanding nature, he had a way of keeping me under control. I’d never fit into the mold so many of my girlfriends had. There was no burning desire to submit to a man like some kitten in need of milk.

But since meeting the strapping SEAL, I hadn’t been myself. Not at all.

My eyes squeezed shut and I forced myself to breathe as he pulled my legs further apart. Adrenaline coursed through every muscle in my body, but I was frozen, incapable of moving. Even if I’d wanted to.

Which I didn’t.

His touch had awakened me, pulsing life into my sore muscles. The moment he blew across my aching pussy, I arched my back, clinging to the comforter as if for dear life.

My heart was racing.

My pulse skyrocketing.

But when I opened my mouth, there was nothing but a slight strangled sound. That’s how good he made me feel, how intensely sensitive my skin had already become. I closed my eyes after the first swipe of his tongue, only able to take shallow breaths.

He was making enough noise for both of us, his growls permeating the air. I was shocked Tank wasn’t howling from the interruption of his beauty sleep. Maybe he was in awe that his master had actually allowed his guard to fall.

A powerful shudder coiled into my system as he swirled his tongue around my clit. I’d expected him to be rough, throwing me against the wall and driving his cock inside after ripping off my clothes.

Not the tender touch of a man who seemed to care.

We didn’t know each other.

He certainly didn’t act as if he liked anything about me.

But this. This was incredible.

I laughed softly, still nervous around him.

He had huge hands easily capable of brutality, yet he was tender as he opened my legs, wrapping his arms around me and carefully bending my injured knee. With a single swipe of his tongue, I sensed his desire to pleasure me. As well as his masterful technique.

I writhed in his hold, bucking against him while clenching the bedding. As I tossed my head, he blew across my pussy beforedriving his tongue past my swollen folds. I’d thought men like him didn’t exist, not in real life anyway.

They only existed in books where heroes were powerful alpha men, always taking what they wanted. The word ‘no’ didn’t exist in their vocabularies. But he was so different, not merely the gruff asshole I’d thought him to be.

There was no question the man was dangerous.

So why did I feel so comfortable around him?

What was I thinking?

What was happening?

The answer was right there in the forefront of my mind.

He was stripping away all my defenses.

Panting, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out, shaking like a leaf as he drove two fingers in beside his tongue. He took his time, feasting on me like a dying man accepting his last meal.

Stars were right there in front of my eyes, so close I could reach out and touch them. The rapture was heaven on earth, a sweet release of tension and fear. He didn’t stop, alternating between sucking on my clit and dragging his tongue up and down relentlessly.

Prickles raced up and down my arms, the heat in my core creating excessive pressure. The weight of his hands should be alarming. He was holding me down, keeping me in place. Moans finally escaped my mouth and I slapped one hand on the bed while I reached for him with the other. Just being able to tangle my fingers in his hair grounded me.

If I wasn’t able to grasp something, I could float off into nirvana. But what was wrong with that? No man had ever taken the time to push me close to ecstasy. Not one.

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