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“Oh god—Kraven—” I moaned, panting and whining, my hands scrambling as I fought against the rising tide. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to him so my hands were planted on the table’s edge. His hand came around to my neck and my ear scraped between his teeth.
“I want to hear you say my real name, baby,” he rasped, driving into me still. With his other hand he found my clit and I tried to form a coherent thought as it all became too much and I shattered—the name Theron on my lips like a prayer. I felt his orgasm as intensely as my own and we disappeared into the ether, completely lost to the divine plane of pleasure.
As soon as he let me go I slid to the kitchen floor, my legs unable to hold me up. He somehow caught me and lowered me down with him and I found myself sitting between his legs, leaning back against his chest.
I couldn’t breathe. I was sure I was dead.
I closed my eyes, wanting to chase the high all over again but not having an ounce of energy to do it. His arms were loosely draped around me and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a reflection of my own as we caught our breath. He pressed his lips against my neck and kissed me softly there—once, twice.
“You’re a wildfire, darlin’,” he breathed with a sigh. I smiled and leaned my head into his. “A goddamn wildfire,” he repeated quietly.
37
KAELIN
“So what should I call you now?” I asked as I ran my hand along his thigh.
“What do you want to call me?”
“What did you put yourself in as in my phone?”
“Hmm?” He asked, feinting ignorance but barely trying to hide what we both already knew. I scoffed and turned my head so I could look at him, raising my eyebrows.
“My phone has been sitting on that counter for 24 hours and you’re telling me you haven’t programmed your number into it? I mean, I’m impressed you got into it but I’m not surprised.”
“It was tough,” he admitted with a grin. “I put it in as Theron.”
“Then that’s what I’ll call you. Kraven feels—inadequate,” I said, not knowing how else to describe it. He nodded like he understood. My stomach growled loudly and I froze. He laughed quietly and slapped my thigh gently.
“Alright, get up, I’m going to get food delivered and then we have some planning to do,” he said as we got to our feet.
He went over to his phone and picked it up, typing out a quick message before setting it back down. He came over and took my hand and led me into the bathroom, turning on the shower. He turned to me and in a quick swipe, pulled my shirtover my head and dipped his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked lightly and heat shot through me. This man was insatiable. But so was I it seemed.
The shower heated up and he dropped his boxer briefs and pulled me in after him. I pressed my entire body against his and kissed him under his jaw as the water slid down his skin. He pulled my chin up to kiss me, groaning against my lips.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured.
In answer I sank down onto my knees in front of him and ran my hands down to his cock that was already hard again. I looked up at him as I put my lips on his head and swirled my tongue around before sinking my mouth down around his length. His eyes shuttered and darkened as he looked at me and his hand came to rest in my hair.
I sucked him as I withdrew and then started up a steady rhythm that had him hitting the back of my throat each time. My hand joined in and soon he was panting, his eyes blazing into mine and his hand gripping my head tightly. I could tell he was trying to hold back but as I sank down on him and pushed him even further into my throat he moaned and his hands held me there. He tightened his grip in my hair and when I struggled against him to breathe, he pulled my head back and started to fuck my mouth the way he wanted to.
It was hard enough to make my eyes water but I looked up at him and let him do what he wanted because there was nothing like seeing the power I had to make him come undone. His hips jerked and his dick hardened and then he was coming down my throat with a strangled gasp. His cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it all, sucking him until he shivered and hissed at how sensitive he was and pulled back. I ran a finger along my lips and I heard his moan of appreciation. He ran a hand along my face, his eyes flashing possessively.
“You look beautiful worshiping at my feet,” he said darkly.
I stood up and he pulled me in to kiss me, pushing me up against the cold tile wall. The kiss started out demanding until it wasn’t. It turned into something else, something deeper that reached a part of me in the shadows I didn’t know he knew.
His lips became a caress of veneration, his tongue a devotion and the energy between us seared straight into my soul. He felt the shift in our energy too and his hands on my face held me as though I was something sacred. He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes and the fervor I saw there had my own hand caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes in peace against my hand and when he opened them again, they flashed with an intensity matching my own.
If he was a god, I was his temple.
The moment faded and with one last kiss he pulled away and stepped out of the shower. I finished up and took my time in the bathroom. I swiped some makeup on, half blow dried my hair and threw on another oversized t-shirt—my standard uniform at home—then went to find him.
He was in my office again, this time reclined on the couch with a folder in his hands. The coffee table was covered with sandwiches and salads from my favorite deli sitting amongst more files. In fact, the entire floor and desk were covered in papers. He looked fresh in jeans and a black t-shirt and he looked up at me when I walked in, his lips pulling up into that familiar scoundrel of a grin.
“So earlier, when you asked what I needed—you really meant it?” I asked. I grabbed my computer and went and sat next to him but before I opened it I grabbed a sandwich, realizing I was famished. It was late afternoon and I hadn’t eaten anything since the gala which now seemed like days ago. He handed me a beer, watching me take the first few bites of the sandwich before answering.
“Yes, I already made a few calls. I have the team ready, I just need you to show me everything I need to know about the Warren.”
