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“Always, Emery. I’m always going to give it to you.”
He pulled himself from his sweats and drove straight into me.
My legs nearly buckled, and my nails scratched at the boulder as I bowed forward, struggling to adjust to him filling me full. So full I was overwhelmed.
Overpowered.
Perfected in his touch.
By his body and his spirit and the aura that surrounded.
“Such a good girl, taking all of me the way you were meant to do.” He grunted the words as he gripped my hips.
A frenzy of energy snapped around him.
A crackle of intensity that blistered in the night.
“Nothing. Nothing in the world feels as good as you. This tight pussy hugging my cock. I will never get enough of you, Little Warrior. You are it for me. My everything.”
Pleasure sparked as he pulled out then rocked back in.
So deep I was gasping all over again.
“Fucking heaven, being inside you.”
Kane started to move, picking up a fast, reckless rhythm. Thrusting in possessive, long strokes. He gripped my hips and jerked me back to meet him with each one.
As he owned me.
As he drove me right up to the edge of surrender.
But that’s what I was.
Surrendered.
Wholly and completely.
My heart and my body and the joy that I had found in the one man I’d thought I could never fall for.
But I was wrong.
The tattoo on the inside of my wrist seemed to glow and throb in the whispers of the lapping night.
Find me in the darkness, bring me to the light.
He was the one I’d been looking for all along.
Kane grunted as he fucked me hard and deep, murmurs of praise falling from his lips with each desperate stroke.
“So good, Emery. So fucking good.”
He pulled me back against him so he could grip me by the jaw, and he turned my head so he could kiss me into oblivion.
His mouth as potent as the drive of his body. He splayed his hand across my belly, running it down until he pressed it between my thighs.
His fingertips swirled over my clit.
Pleasure glinted and sparked in the darkened night. A glow that lit up around us.