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“Holy shit,” I muttered before I realized I’d said the words out loud.

That caused another smirk, but at least his eyes were twinkling. Maybe for once I’d pleased him.

To say he was even more handsome without his clothes was an understatement. His leg muscles were huge, his thighs large enough to crush a man with ease. His abdomen was as carved as I’d suspected, the deep V groove leading from his waist to his hips a magnificent creation of God.

Scars extended down one thigh. But so did the ink from his chest. Vibrant artwork that told a story I longed to hear.

His cock was incredible, long and thick, veins throbbing on both sides. I sensed he knew my mouth was watering.

He moved to the end of the bed, ceremoniously crawling forward.

I crawled backward, shifting to the very center of the bed.

He cocked his head, narrowing his eyes as his chest rose and fell.

“I didn’t tell you to hide that pretty pussy from me,” he growled. The sheer dominance sent a thrill all through me.

“No, you didn’t.” When I didn’t return them to the position they’d been left, he opened my legs for me, sliding in between.

I returned to my elbows, forced to tilt my head all the way back so I could stare into his eyes as he was doing with mine.

We remained locked in position for a full minute, maybe longer.

Maybe a battle of wills.

Or a last chance to pull away.

Whatever the case, the moment I placed my hand on his chest above his heart, I sensed he was losing all control.

He proved me right, slowly easing me down with the weight of his body. When I was softly nestled against the pillows, he pulled my arms over my head, wrapping long, thick fingers of one hand around both wrists. I’d never felt so tiny, so fragile, but underneath this man, I was completely vulnerable.

His hold was firm, but I wasn’t worried. Nothing could harm me as long as I was in his possession. The thought was ridiculous, but exciting. Using his knee, he nudged my legs further apart, now resting his thick cock between them.

Pulsing sensations rocked through both of us, a jab of current restarting my frozen heart. He lifted his head, staring into my eyes, and for the briefest of seconds, I was certain he was asking my permission.

All I could do was blink and the moment I did, he slipped his other hand between us, easing the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

He slid in easily, my muscles stretching, but almost instantly clamping down on the sweet invasion.

“Oh.” The single word left my mouth before I could bite it back. In response, he captured my mouth as he’d done before, but this time the gentleness began to fade. He was hungrier. We both were.

He thrust his tongue inside and I could still taste the whiskey. His incredible scent flowed through every cell in my body.Instantly, I was lightheaded, my heart thumping and creating an echo in my ears.

Kage pulled out, holding just the tip inside. When he slipped inside me again, I moaned into the kiss. His tongue dazzled mine as he explored my mouth. The man left me breathless, no longer capable of thinking.

I dug my nails into my hand, struggling in his hold. He refused to let me go.

For a moment I thought I was dreaming, once again trapped in the prison cell where I’d been less than forty-eight hours before.

But I wasn’t.

I was in the arms of my savior.

When he broke the kiss, he nipped my bottom lip and pulled back enough so we could study each other, basking in our mixed expressions. There were no words needed, nothing that could make any sense.

I wrapped one leg around him, pulling him as tightly against me as possible. His thrusts were slow and even, filling me completely as tingling sensations drifted over every inch of my body. Maybe this was sinful. Maybe this was wrong.

But everything, every brush of his lips and stroke of his hand felt so right.