Page 76 of When He Fights
She doesn’t love me.She can’t.His head rose.He looked down at her.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses.Her long, dark lashes lifted, and she stared at him—she stared at him as if…
This is my dream.
This is my Ana.
She stared at him as if she really did love him.
He drove right back into her.She gasped, and her legs tightened around him.Her nails bit into his shoulders.Her head tipped back, and she moaned and then asked, voice sliding over him in the best possible way, “How can I still want you this much?”
He eased out.Drove in.
Kane couldn’t speak.That function was way beyond him.He was ravenous for her.Too lost.Too intent.Too focused on her and on the way her hot, tight pussy sucked in his dick.She was wet and warm and utterly perfect around him.
He slammed one hand on the wall.The other remained curled around her waist.He eased back, just enough to look down at their bodies.To watch as his dick sank into her.
So.Fucking.Good.
The wild drumming of his heartbeat filled his ears.Every breath he took, it tasted of Ana.Her scent surrounded him.Shesurrounded him.That hot, tight core sucking him in.
He withdrew, nearly pulled out.
Then plunged all the way inside.
She gasped for him.Arched her hips.Slammed up to meet him.
He thrust into her.Again and again.The curtains were open.Sunlight spilled into the suite.No one could see them, though.This was the highest floor in the hotel.The highest one in the whole freaking city.The glistening water and the beach waited beyond the window.
A killer view that he didn’t give two shits about because he was fucking his obsession.His Ana.
In and out.
Shoving inch after inch into her.And Ana began to tremble.To buck harder against him.He felt her inner muscles clamping around him, and he knew that she was coming for himagain.His heart pounded harder.He thrustharder.Drove into her endlessly and felt those inner contractions of hers stroke along his eager cock.There was no stopping his own release.It poured from him as he clenched his teeth to hold back a guttural shout.He emptied into her and he wished—fuckingwished—that he could make Ana pregnant.
Because then maybe she’ll begin a new life with me.
Yeah, he was a selfish prick.When it came to Ana…
I want her.Every bit of her.
And…
I will have her.
Her legs slid off him.He withdrew, slowly, hating to slide out of her because she felt so incredibly good.He could fuck her forever and never get enough of Ana.
He eased her to her feet.But when she swayed, his hands instantly steadied her.“Ana?”Shit, had he hurt her?
A sleepy smile.“I think I still have on my bra.”
Yeah, hell, she did.A waste, because he loved to see those sweet breasts of hers.
He also still had on his shoes.How the hell had that happened?He kicked them away.Tossed his socks.And ditched the jeans and boxers that were half-down his legs.He also discarded the shirt.Not like he needed it.
“Oh, no!”Her horror was real.“Kane!”Ana reached for him.“Your stitches!Did I hurt you?”
He blinked at her.Then laughed.A deep, booming laugh burst from him.
