Chapter 23

twenty-three

Nevaeh

Kane is still inside me, my skin sticky and wet against his as he walks us from the bathroom into the bedroom. It’s dimly lit with only one of the bedside lamps on low. My whole body feels warm and drained of energy when he drops me gently on the bed, leaning in to kiss me, nipping playfully at my lips as he does.

I mumble a sleepy, sex-sated moan that he responds to with a dark chuckle as he covers my body with his, kissing me again, deeper this time. His tongue slips inside my mouth, tasting and exploring me. His big, rough hands roam my body, thumb and finger tweaking my nipple as he pushes between my legs again.

“Kane,” I rasp.

“I’m not done with you yet, wife.”

That word. It sets the blood in my veins aflame. Suddenly, I’m not tired anymore. My body is alive and ready for more. Bowing to destruction. Eager for it, even.

My head tips back, neck arching as he kisses a blazing trail down my throat to my breasts, pulling one and then the other into his mouth, kissing between them as though he’s trying to keep them both happy. Or maybe he’s just insatiable and he wants it all. All of me.

If that’s what he’s after, I’m wide open for the taking.

Teeth connect with flesh, and I cry out at the delicious shock to my system before he soothes the shock with his warm tongue.

“Kane,” I breathe again, but this time it’s not a protest. It’s a plea for more. For everything.

Spreading my legs wider around him, I try to pull him down to me—into me. My body is hungry for him, starving for him as though it hasn’t had him, been filled by him only moments ago.

“Greedy girl,” he teases darkly, sliding his hand between our bodies to my core, thumb flicking my clit in a way that has my back lifting from the bed. His name is a plea on my tongue as I grip his shoulders, reveling in the sensation of his touch. He’s so close as he touches me, I can feel the tip of him between my legs, pressing against my core as his fingers play with my clit, driving me wild.

“I could watch you like this for the rest of my life. Wet for me.” He laps a drop of water from between my breasts even though I’m mostly dry now. “Eager for me.” He nips a breast. “Spread open and on display. Beautiful.” Kane licks a line from breast to navel, making me quiver. “Mine.”

“Oh,” I gasp, because he’s been steadily building a pressure within me with every stroke of his thumb against my pussy, and I’m on the brink of an eruption. Cataclysmic.

I’m going to burst at the seams.

“Come for me, Sunshine.” He pinches my clit between finger and thumb, encouraging, “Burn for me, beautiful.” As light bursts behind my eyes and I cry out as my third orgasm of the night crashes through me like a violent wave bent on total annihilation.

I don’t get a moment to come down from my high before Kane is flipping me onto my belly on the bed, big hands tugging my hips up before they rub my butt.

“Fucking love this ass, baby.” A sharp slap snaps my attention taut as a cry of shock spills from my lips. I’ve never been slapped during sex. Not ever.

It’s—I’m not sure but I think—do I like it?

“Kane.”

His hand moves from where it’s rubbing the sting out of my ass cheek around my belly to my core. He slides his fingers over my painfully swollen, oversensitive, come-too-much clit, and I flinch.

“Oh.” I moan in pleasure and pain, back arching as he lines his cock up with my entrance from behind, and shoves in deep.

God, he’s big.My mind struggles, thoughts stuttering as my body inches up the bed. Kane is having none of it as he holds me in place by my hip, his other hand pushing between my shoulder blades, keeping me down, ass up.

“You feel so good, baby.” He pulls back slow, thrusting in the same. “Take it, baby. All of me. Every inch.” He groans, and heat floods my core as I tighten around his cock on a squeeze of arousal. Another sound of pleasure slips from his lips. I think I’m going to die. “Let that greedy pussy suck me in and squeeze me good.” His words do filthy things to me because I angle my ass higher, dipping my torso lower, stretching, breasts pressed into the bed, hands fisting sheets high above my head. “Ah, yeah. That’s my good girl.”

Slow thrust in, slow pull out. Again, and again, and again, this maddening tempo surely about to end me in a mess of tears and moans in his bed. “Kane.”

He makes a noise, his hand gliding over my spine to my ass where his hands rub the globes in a deliciously rough way. My head spins. He parts my cheeks, a thumb pressing against me there.

I whimper in surprise and protest, my entire body tightening, pussy clamping hard around his cock, making him hiss between his teeth.

“Kane.” I shake my head, pushing up to my forearms. “I’m not—I haven’t⁠—”

A sound of pure male pleasure breaks from the stranglehold in his throat. “I’m going to take your ass, Sunshine. I’m going to claim every part of you. Maybe not tonight, but your mouth, your pussy, your ass—mine. All of you, baby, is mine.”

He still hasn’t moved his thumb from between my cheeks, even as he’s picked up pace fucking my pussy, his other hand pinning my hip in place.

A swell of misplaced relief surges through my body as he pulls his hand away only to spit, letting it return to stroke my rosebud. Arousal is a free-fall inside me as he quickens his pace, burrowing deep only to pull back and do it again and again. All the while, he strokes me there.

I’m a whimpering mess when he urges, “Say yes, baby. Just my fingers tonight. Say yes.”

“I—I’ve never…” But is that desire that’s throbbing inside me? Is it the thought of him claiming me where no man has that’s caused that flood of sticky arousal between my legs, the sound of it deliciously raw as he slides in and out of my body.

“I’ll be slow,” he promises. “You’ll like it, Nevaeh.”

I whimper. Then, I nod.

“Need you to say it, Sunshine.”

“Just your fingers.”

“Fuck,” he curses on a strangled breath. And then I feel pressure against my ass as the stroke of his cock inside me slows.

I’m nervous, a little afraid, and dripping with need. My thighs quiver, hands curling in the sheets, teeth biting into my lip as he presses in, stretching me, pressing deep.

“Oh God,” I gasp. “Oh—Kane.” My forehead connects with the bed as I pant, my heart beating in overdrive.

I’d thought he’d split me in two before. That was—nothing.

The seams are fraying. Shredding. Tearing.

And I don’t want it to stop. I’ll be happily in tatters around this man if he just keeps doing what he’s— “Oh!”

“Like that?” He does it again, stroking up inside my ass as he thrusts mercilessly inside my pussy.

Yes, I’m going to die.

Something else is building inside me now. Something devastating. World changing. I’m never going to be the same after this. After him.

He’s going to break me.

He’s fucking me with maddening control, that finger in my ass stroking in that way, and it’s not long before that pressure is toppling over the edge and I’m screaming into the bedding, an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced thundering through my body.

I’m oversensitive, my entire body feeling electric to the touch as he pulls his finger from my ass, his cock still impossibly hard inside me as he thrusts through the aftershocks of my orgasm only to—wait—no. Is that another orgasm he’s building?

“I can’t—Kane—I can’t have⁠—”

“You can, wife. And you will. You’ll shatter for me again and again until you know what this is. Who I am to you.”

“Wh—”

He thrusts hard. My body pitches forward until I’m lying flat on my belly on his bed. He hits me at a wholly new angle as he follows me, dropping over me, fucking me somehow even deeper. His tip feels as though it’s hitting my belly at some sweet point, a button of pleasure I’ve had so much of already, it’s feeding me bolts of exquisite pleasure-filled pain.

Noises unlike anything I’ve ever made spill from between my lips into the space surrounding us as he drives his thrusts home again and again. Muscles ripple as he plants his elbows in the bed beside me, his hands angling up as though in prayer surrounding me to cover mine, fingers weaving between mine. The man is massive, caging me completely in the prison of his arms as he fucks me like a madman now, control shattered. Even though I’m so stimulated, the sounds he’s making in the deep of his throat, the guttural pleasure, it does something to me. Urges me on, somehow.

“Kane—”

“Fuck, baby, I could get lost inside you.”

“Oh, God,” I rasp, moan, plea. I don’t even know.

“Home,” he grunts. “This is home. Me in you. You around me. This is home.”

“Husband,” I whisper what I sense he needs. I’m right because with one more impossibly deep thrust, he roots himself home and spills every last drop he has to give. A hand loosens around mine to find my jaw, turning my head to the side for his mouth to claim. He empties himself inside me as he strokes long, slow, languidly delicious strokes. And when he kisses me now, it’s not a hot kiss driven by need. It’s something else. Something slower, something deeper. Something I’m not sure my heart is ready for.

My brain short-circuits as he pulls away, pulling from the deep of my body. With a warm kiss to my shoulder, he does a single push-up in the bed, then he’s walking to the bathroom. I hear water running, and then he’s back. He rolls me gently in the bed, a grin playing at his mouth as he cleans me between my legs. Sleep and exhaustion battle the need to stay awake, winning when I realize there’s pink in the horizon. It’s faint, but it’s there.

My mind drifts into the dark as my body grows heavier, so heavy, I’m only distantly aware when my body is lifted, sheets and blankets pulled over me before a heavy, warm weight settles in close, wrapping around me. A gentle kiss presses to my forehead before a deep voice murmurs, “Sweet dreams, wife.”

Then it’s lights out for me.