Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

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Kage kicked the door shut and I was even more pinned to the wall than before. He fought to remove his jacket, which allowed me to laugh nervously.

Yes, I lost my mind but for the first time in as long as I could remember, letting go felt damn good. I'd cried so many tears, had lain awake at night certain the brutal boogeyman was going to find me. Maybe I just needed to get a good night's sleep.

Cart before the horse, writer girl.

I could tell he was debating for another few seconds before he lost all sense of self control as I had. He cupped my jaw, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my bottom lip, finally lowering it before sliding the tip inside. The combination of beef juices and bourbon were so like the man I shuddered audibly.

Seconds later, he captured my mouth, shifting his hand just enough that he could keep his hold while being able to savor the intimacy. Yet as he explored every centimeter of my mouth, his actions began to become more aggressive. His hunger was exploding as mine was.

There was no holding either one of us back, our needs more primal than I'd experienced before. I ripped at the back of his shirt, managing to yank it from the tight confines of his jeans. Just being able to slide my hands underneath felt amazing. He was hot all over, the blazing touch of his skin searing my fingertips.

While we moved as one, both our actions were frantic, almost desperate. I adored every sound that rumbled in his chest, the growls and grunts animalistic. He yanked at my shirt as well, managing to tug it up my stomach. He broke the kiss only long enough to rip it over my head, tossing it aside as if the slip of material meant nothing.

He was demanding in his every action, acting as if I was his life's blood, the air he needed to breathe. We were both gasping for air but he crushed his lips over mine once again, opening and closing them like a crazed man.

The way he dominated my tongue, swishing it back and forth, was far too sinful, so much so I couldn't seem to stop trembling. When he finally broke the kiss, neither the powerful moment nor his firm hold was finished. His fingers dug into my skin as he used his thumb to lift my head, his labored breathing skipping across my cheek. He dragged his tongue from one side to the other before biting down on my lower lip.

I was thrown by how much I continued to tremble, cinching my eyes shut as my imagination about what his naked body would look like took over. In my wicked mind, he had a long and extremely thick cock.

When I suddenly couldn't feel the rush of his masculine body any longer, I gasped out loud. He was doing nothing more than jerking his shirt off by the back, like any rugged he-man would do when they were oh-so hot.

And dear God, he was.

I'd heard the term six-pack abs before but the few men I'd dated over the years were far more interested in academics than honing their most valuable asset. The term ‘hubba, hubba' came to mind but I dared not say it out loud. I also did what I could to keep from giggling like some infatuated schoolgirl who'd caught a glimpse of the football captain fresh from the locker room shower.

But it was hard not to gawk given his carved physique. The dominating man only gave me a few seconds to bask in his glory before gingerly lowering my bra straps down both arms. The near panic attack caught me by surprise, my chest rising and falling and feeling as if I was being suffocated.

I'd worked so long and hard to overcome the effect James Jones had had on me that tonight was going to alter the spiral I'd been on. To break the psycho's hold, I placed my palms against Kage's chest, kneading his muscles. The way a smile slid across his face was incredible, but there was no doubt what he was thinking about and I wanted nothing more than for him to unwrap me like a gift.

He acted as if that's what he had planned, his eyes darting from my eyes to the swell of my breasts as he finally lowered the purple lace down both. My nipples were already hard but as soon as the air hit them, I was thrown into uttering a strangled moan.

"So beautiful," he whispered, which reminded me I wasn't certain how long it had been since I'd heard that.

He cupped both breasts, flicking his thumbs back and forth across my hardened buds at the same time using the same perfect rhythm. I couldn't help but think there was nothing this man couldn't do if he set his mind to it.

It was ridiculous for me to be thinking that as he was lowering his head, swirling the tip of his tongue around one nipple while he pinched the other. The combination of pain and pleasure was everything I'd heard it could be, maybe more so. I slapped one hand over my head against the wall, blinking several times. When I was finally able to focus, I noticed Max was staring up at the two of us intently, not moving. Not barking or whining. And certainly not growling.

When he noticed I was paying attention, he finally lowered his head, the good baby guarding the front door that remained unlocked. A huge no-no whether I was in or out of the house. I didn't go on the deck without ensuring the other doors and windows were locked because that's how he'd gotten in.

With ease.

He'd watched me from inside my own house for hours and I hadn't been aware he'd been hiding, waiting until I turned the lights out. Then my life had turned from the amazing one I'd enjoyed to being a life of sheer hell.

Shaken from the thought, I did what I could to break the ugliness, crawling my fingers down Kage's chest. He was too large of a man, his torso ungodly and it was impossible to even whisk my finger across the prize. He shifted to my other nipple, sucking and biting down until I cried out from the delirious vibrations ripped with electricity.

Holy cow, the man's mouth was hot as fire, boosting my arousal to an insane point. I was lost in the moment, desperately trying one last time to touch the huge bulge between his legs.

No could do.

His laugh was deep, dark, and sensual just like his voice. He took that moment to slide both arms around me, unfastening my bra. He was clearly an expert at undressing a woman, removing my lacy lingerie without any issue. He even teased me by holding it out to the side, swinging it back and forth.

That finally got a woofing sound from Max and I laughed nervously.

"He's unsure about this," I breathed.

"As long as you're sure."

"I'm just… I'm not good at this."

"Mmmm… Let me be the judge of that." He spun me around so fast I issued another nervous laugh.

He was such a rough and tumble kind of guy. That was easy to tell by his big truck that had every gizmo on the dashboard and console. But even with his dominating touch, his determination to make me his if only for this one time, I felt safe and secure. And his touch was as tender as I needed.

"All mine, baby girl. How does that make you feel?" He lifted one arm over my head then the other, daring me to defy him.

Which I didn't want to do.

"Like a princess."

"I guess that makes me the beast."

I liked the sound of that, the need for the man now spiraling out of control. I was breathless as he raked a single finger down my spine. When he reached the small of my back just above the waistband of my jeans, I was shivering more than I had before. Partially from excitement and partially from apprehension. I was forced to suck in and hold my breath as he slipped two fingers underneath, rolling them toward the front until he reached my button and zipper.

The moan escaping my mouth was ragged, the rapid thudding of my heart keeping me on edge. It wasn't fear he would hurt me. He wasn't that kind of man. I was simply certain I'd freak at the wrong time.

But I closed my eyes a second time as he took his time unfastening, peeling the jeans over my hips. As he started to tug the dense material down my legs, I felt every muscle tense.

"Relax, baby girl. I'm a rough guy but I will never hurt you."

I breathed out finally, realizing I'd been holding the cold air into my lungs long enough I was now lightheaded. Suddenly, he was the one who sucked in his breath as he managed to peel them and my matching purple thong down at the same time.

Wasn't I thankful I'd been frisky enough to match both pieces of lingerie, something I hadn't bothered doing for a very long time. Maybe I'd had a premonition I'd meet Mr. Hot and Rugged. I bit my lower lip to keep from laughing, also trying to keep from being but so embarrassed.

If my memory served me, I'd never undressed or been undressed in the middle of a room. Even in the bedroom, it was a situation where the lights were turned out before I crawled under the covers.

Why I'd been so unnerved or maybe ashamed was beyond me but this man, this huge and sexy as hell stranger was making me feel something I'd never felt before.

Freedom.

From my mind. From the plague of images.

From my inhibitions.

Was that really possible?

When the thick material was around my ankles, he took his time to run his fingers up and down my back, both tickling and caressing at the same time. I threw my head over my shoulder, doing my best to watch every move he made. I hadn't paid close enough attention to the multiple-day stubble covering his square jaw. It made him look that much sexier, so much so my pussy throbbed from building need.

His hands were huge and when he cupped and squeezed my bottom, I wiggled my hips back and forth, which made him laugh. He cracked his hand against my bottom twice and I yelped. This time the sound was a low-slung growl. "Careful, baby girl," he huffed. "There might be more where they came from."

I could only imagine what it would be like to be in the man's full control, surrendering to his every need. It had been a theme I'd used in my books as of late, both with the hero and the villain. Was that considered cathartic? I wasn't certain. My rambling thoughts highlighted just how nervous I was. No one thought about bad guys when the hottest hunk in the world was doing his best to explore and pleasure you.

Except for little ole me, the broken girl with the cracked mind.

As he crouched down behind me, the sounds he was making even more primal than before, I was certain I would fall to the floor I was shaking so badly. As he'd done before, he took his time removing my tennis shoes and socks, even rubbing my bare feet as if worshiping me. What man did that kind of thing? The move was far more intimate than I could have imagined.

When he finally tugged off my jeans, I raked my nails down the wall. Here he was mostly dressed and I was buck naked in front of him.

A stranger.

Boy, would Zoe and Kathy go nuts right about now? Oh, dear God, I couldn't tell them.

Kage forced my legs wider apart, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling my hips away from the wall. With my back in a slight arc, he kept a series of guttural sounds permeating the air as he licked up the inside of one leg then the other.

I bucked against the wall, tiny gasps and moans escaping. Now I sounded as if I was being strangled or worse. Instead, the dazzling sensations were so powerful, so utterly intense that I had the wondrous experience of having colorful stars floating in front of my eyes. It was almost as if I was standing outside my body, watching the sexual actions from above.

And I had to admit I certainly liked what I was seeing.

A laugh was right there at the surface, but I squelched it. However, the sound was quickly replaced with a slight scream that finally pushed Max into woofing.

"It's okay, baby. Mommy is just… being pleasured." The fact I was explaining the intimate act to my new furry boy brought a deep chuckle to Kage.

But he was a man on a mission and only seconds later, he thrust his tongue past my swollen folds deeper into my tight channel than I thought was possible.

"Oh. My. God." The three words, overly enunciated, were all I could think of. My mind was becoming a beautiful but sloppy mess.

His grip became firmer as he opened me even wider, exposing all of me to him. I was in some beautiful place of bliss already and he'd barely just begun. He licked up and down a couple of times before taking my clit into his mouth, sucking gently at first. But his actions became more intense, which pushed the vibrations and crackling electricity to an unconceivable point.

I was continually scratching the wall, uncaring if I was causing any damage.

Meanwhile, my mystery guest continued to growl like some crazed beast as he began to lick me in earnest, finally burying his face into my wetness.

I'd been licked before of course but not by a man who obviously was enjoying the activity, preferring to take his time. It was blissful and delicious, pushing me into full blown rapture. He was content driving me to the point of madness and pulling back, repeating the move several times until my legs felt as if they'd turned to mush.

The passion the man exuded was incredible, his expertise keeping me right there, my body ready to crash into a powerful orgasm. I was panting, which also wasn't like me. I might have ground my hips against the wall like some sex fiend had he not been holding me inches from it.

There was something magical about his tongue, and I lost track of all time, every nerve standing on end. When I finally realized that my body wasn't going to take being held back any longer, I slowly tipped my head back, my mouth opening in a silent scream.

The climax was unbelievable, so intense that my vision was stolen completely. This was the pure ecstasy the likes of which I'd never had to deal with before.

Every strangled sound was met with a hard thump of Max's tail, as if the pup was providing his approval. It was comical really, but oh-so perfect for the moment.

And for keeping me sane and down to earth. Somewhat. The way I was sucking in my breath was enough to drain my lungs, adding another moment of feeling lightheaded.

One orgasm turned into a sweet little wave, another first for me. I kept my head pinned back, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe I was now the one trying to get answers. Like why it was so easy to let go with a complete stranger.

Like how I could wish I never wanted this to end.

I was so lost in the moment I hadn't realized that he'd stopped. It was the cool wash of air pushing a wave of goosebumps all the way down my legs that jerked me from my beautiful haze.

"Do not move," he commanded. "I'm not finished with you yet. Not by a longshot, baby girl."

His voice alone was enough to make any woman shiver and I was thrown by how much I wanted to be a bad girl and how much I enjoyed obeying him. How strange. How incredible. How… so not me.

I twisted my body as much as I could, my hard work rewarded with a dazzling look of the man as he yanked off his boots and jeans. "Holy shit."

He was taken aback, the grin on his face more boyish than any I'd seen before. "You think so?"

"Um. Yeah. Where did you get that body? One hundred hunk central?"

Instead of answering my stupid little question, he rubbed his hands down his chest, never blinking as he watched me watching him. It was amazing to see how reaction to the way I was gawking at his beauty. Most men who looked like him were arrogant bastards.

And dear God, I'd been right about his cock. It was long and thick, hard and throbbing. I'd never had my mouth water before from the sight of a man's special… attribute but I could easily see myself enjoying sucking until he spewed down the back of my throat.

That also wasn't me. I didn't recognize myself or my wanton thoughts any longer.

I was breathing so hard I was stunned when he pulled me further away from the wall, bending and lifting one leg. He held it there as he teased me by rubbing his thick cock back and forth. I was so wet I was certain my juice was trickling down the insides of my legs.

He was breathing in deeply, the sound rattled and as he nuzzled against my neck, his whisper was hoarse and deep. "Time to fuck you, baby."

With that, he drove the entire length of his cock inside.

"Oh. Oh. Oh." My pussy muscles instantly throbbed, clenching around his hugeness.

He shuddered audibly this time, keeping his cock inside before forcing both my arms together. When he clamped one hand around both wrists, I was near panic, but I trusted him. Perhaps more than I should.

"I don't want you going anywhere, baby. You're all mine and I'm going to take every second I desire to explore your voluptuous body."

I'd been called a lot of things, including hefty by my last boyfriend. But the weight had dropped off given the trials and tribulations of my adventure with the Claw. Now I thought of myself as nothing but skin and bones. Kage seemed to know exactly what I needed.

As if satisfied I was wet enough, he pulled out. But it was short lived, his hard thrust slamming me into the wall.

And I loved it.

For all the shit I'd been through, the violence and fear, this was something else. It was carnal in the best way and that sense of freedom swept back through me. As he started fucking me like the rough guy he'd told me he was, I did what I could to meet every hard thrust. I struggled with his tight hold, but he was far too strong, keeping me pinned like he promised.

The moment was magical, so much so I was on a sweet plateau, longing for this to continue for a long time to come. His cock was throbbing, swelling inside of my pussy and I wasn't certain how that was possible. And the man's stamina was insane. I was still panting, trying desperately to get enough air into my lungs when I was shocked by another orgasm rushing through me.

How was that even possible?

Now I was certain gravity would take me to the floor. He whispered words into my ear that I couldn't even pay any attention to. But I knew they were sweet and beautiful, just like the way he'd made me feel.

As I finally started to come down from another beautiful wave of ecstasy, I sensed he wasn't ready to let go just yet.

He pulled all the way out, backing away and spinning me around. And in the blink of an eye, he lifted me from my feet, holding me in his huge arms so tightly pressed against him I could feel his heart throbbing in beat to mine.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, babe. We're not done by a longshot. Round two is ready to begin."