Page 9 of Dark Visions (Strange Gifts #1)

Aislinn woke to a warmth unlike anything she’d felt in her entire life. In nothing but her panties, cocooned in heat and comfort, she smiled. Opening her eyes, she stared out the windows to the early morning light. The clouds were heavy with more rain, but the day dawned as always.

Looking down, she saw the big, muscled arms wrapped around her waist. One large hand lay flat against her stomach, the other curved perfectly over her breast. Aislinn smiled again, looking at the odd sight. Kane’s hands were so manly, so perfectly formed. The veins protruded from the back of his rough, callused paws. The nails short and manicured, yet not manicured by a professional.

She let her finger trail down his forearm to the scar just at the bend of his elbow. She snuggled down further into his hold and laid a soft kiss to the palm of his hand.

“You keep moving like that, and I won’t be able to leave this bed, and neither will you,” he said in a gravelly voice. Kane always had a raspy quality to his voice, but mornings apparently made his vocal cords even harsher. Aislinn found it sexy and unsettling in a panty-melting sort of way. She giggled and turned to face him.

“Good morning,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. In the light of day, she could see more clearly the vivid green of his eyes set off by the dark brown of his hair. She traced the long scar on his face and kissed the rough edge. “Does it bother you?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I’m glad of that, but I was wondering if it bothered you that I touch it, that I kiss it. I like the way you look, Kane. I like everything about you, and I like touching you. I love that you survived.”

He stared into her eyes, brushing a long strand of hair from her face. He kissed her lips sweetly.

“No, honey, it doesn’t bother me at all. You can touch me wherever, whenever you like.”

“Careful what you ask for,” she said with a wicked grin.

“For a woman who has never experienced true intimacy with a man, you sure know all the right things to say,” he smiled.

“I may be a virgin, Kane, but I’m still a woman and know what I should say and do. With you, it’s not about what I should say. It’s what I have to say. It’s like I can’t not say it. I know that sounds so awful, but my mind sort of just takes over, and my mouth can’t control itself.”

Kane laughed a full deep laugh. His head rolled back against the pillow.

“Aislinn, baby, you can always be honest with me. Do we risk turning on the news?” he asked cautiously.

“We have to, eventually,” she said, sitting up, pulling the sheet tight around her breasts. He clicked the television remote, and the screen came to life. “Don’t be shocked if it’s not on the news this morning. It may be several days before we see it.”

“Once again, our top story comes from Forest Gate, the exclusive gated community on the upper West Side, where this morning police are investigating a double murder.”

“That’s right, Jim. I’m here at Forest Gate outside the home of Andrea and Mark Wascom. The Wascoms found brutally murdered by their maid early this morning around six a.m. were native to this area. According to the maid, the house was locked as usual, and the alarm was engaged. She immediately suspected something when she noticed footprints of what she described as blood on the kitchen floor. Police say she found the couple on their bed in what can only be described as a gruesome scene akin to Jack the Ripper.

Mark Wascom is CEO of Wascom Enterprises, a computer software company that develops programs for the government, universities, and hospitals. The couple have no children, and it’s unclear at this time what the possible motive was. This is Allison Harvey reporting for KGTV. Back to you, Jim.”

“Shit!” said Kane.

“Well, at least this time, if I had reported it, you would have been my alibi. I didn’t see the man last night. I only saw Krauss and a blonde woman.”

Kane nodded. The scenarios running through his head were wide and varied. This could be a case of kinky sex gone wrong. Wife swapping, swinging, bondage, anything could have happened. Somewhere in his mind, though, he knew that this was premeditated murder. Something Krauss had done before and would do again.

“Let’s get dressed and get you over to your office. See what your boss says.” Aislinn nodded and stood from the bed, her bare chest exposed for him to see perfectly in the morning light. Turning, she smiled at him.

“We-we could take a shower,” she said sweetly.

“Aislinn, baby, I want nothing more than to take a shower with you, but don’t you think we should…”

“I know, I know, take it slow. Actually, Kane, I don’t want to take things slow. If last night proved nothing else to you, it’s that life is too fragile. We have to take what we want now.” She moved slowly to the other side of the bed and stood in front of him, only her white panties serving as a barrier between them. “I want you, Kane.”

Aislinn laid her head against his bare chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. Never, in all his years, had a woman made him feel so wanted, so desired before. Everything in his body screamed for Aislinn.

“I want you too, Aislinn. God help me. I shouldn’t want you. I shouldn’t curse you with the demons in my head, but I want you more than any woman I’ve ever known.” She smiled up at him, waiting. “Alright, baby, we shower together, but I’m keeping this slow,” he said, kissing her.

Aislinn nodded, turning and sliding her panties down her well-muscled legs. Her bare ass swayed from side to side as she made her way to the shower.

Kane blew out a long slow breath and looked down at his rigid cock.

Down, boy. Be gentle.

By the time he made it into the shower, the steam covered the entire room, and only a faint outline of Aislinn’s milky white breasts could be seen through the glass. Stepping into the shower, she turned to see Kane’s naked body towering above her. His green eyes glowed in the steamy confines, lust and desire filling the space.

“You’re so beautiful, Kane,” she whispered.

“Honey,” he chuckled, “men are not beautiful, and if they are, I certainly am not. You need to look in the mirror, Aislinn. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He stepped closer to her, the steam disappearing between them. Aislinn caught her gasp as she saw Kane in all his glory.

She knew Kane was a big man, but his cock proved he was big everywhere. Although she had no comparison, she knew enough about anatomy to know that he was beyond average. Staring down at the rigid member, the purple head slick with precum, she couldn’t resist touching him.

Her fingers glided down his length. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and held her wrist still.

“Baby, if you want this to last at all, you’ll let me handle this,” he said.

She nodded, licking her lips, and he nearly exploded at the sight of her. Gripping her hair in his hands, he pressed her body against the shower wall, his other hand reaching for the beautiful breasts begging for his attention.

Aislinn let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure as Kane tweaked her nipple and squeezed her breast. How something so simple could be so erotic, she had no idea, but she was grateful he had experience and obvious skill.

“Open for me, Aislinn. Let me feel you, baby,” he said against her mouth.

Unsure what he was asking, but going on instinct, Aislinn opened her thighs slightly. Kane lifted one leg, settling it over his own thigh. Reaching between their slick bodies, he felt her wetness and nearly spilled his seed on her stomach.

Touching her soft folds, the thatch of soft brown curls wet with desire, he slid a finger slowly inside her. She was so incredibly tight. He didn’t think she would ever stretch enough for him. Knowing he needed to take it slow with her, he eased inside her, back and forth, easy strokes as he rubbed her rock-hard nub.

Aislinn let out a low moan and bucked her hips against his hand.

“That’s it, baby. Let it go, Aislinn,” he said into her ear.

“But…”

“No buts, baby, just let go. We have time for more. Let me hear you, Aislinn,” he said, pressing further into her. He pulled out and she gasped. Kane smiled down at her. His little innocent was greedy and needy at the same time. Sliding two fingers in, he stretched her further. Aislinn was so fucking tight. He ground his hard cock against her stomach as he finger-fucked her.

Aislinn had no clue what she was doing, but she needed to touch Kane, to feel him. Sliding her hand between them, she gripped his cock and moved her fingers up and down the rigid velvety smooth shaft. The groan from his body was one of agony and ecstasy. She smiled against his mouth as his tongue met hers.

Aislinn instinctively moved her hands quicker against the rigid member between her fingers. With each stroke, he moved more forcefully inside her, stretching her, the sting of his long, wide fingers disappearing into utter bliss.

“Fuck, Aislinn! Baby, you’re gonna make me cum…”

“Please, Kane, please, I’m… I’m so ready… please…” she pleaded against his mouth as he drove deeper inside her.

Aislinn screamed her release against his mouth, and Kane could not control it any longer. The hot squirt of his seed spilled all over her stomach and fingers, and Aislinn found it incredibly erotic.

Kane’s heavy breaths made his chest heave up and down, gasping for air. Her cheek rested against him, rising and falling with his own breath. Her legs were shaking like gelatin. The satisfaction of her orgasm unlike anything she had ever been able to give herself, and yet Kane still had not penetrated her fully. She shivered at the thought, wondering if she would be able to accommodate his size.

“You didn’t… we didn’t…” she said.

“We didn’t, baby. You were so tight, so fucking beautifully tight. I needed to get you ready for me, honey,” he said, kissing her face apologetically.

“Don’t misunderstand me, Kane. It was beautiful. It was the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had. Were you? I mean, did you? I mean…”

“I loved every second of it, Aislinn. I’m sorry I spilled all over you, but that’s what you do to me, baby. That’s what you make me feel like I’m out of control, and I’m never out of control, Aislinn. This is definitely not what I expected when I was walking home in the rain yesterday.”

She laughed and turned to rinse away his passion from her stomach. Kane gently massaged her shoulders, the smell of the soap and Aislinn mixing into an intoxicating scent. By the time they finished, Aislinn wanted to touch Kane again but felt the burning between her thighs and knew she should wait.

“I need clothes,” she said, smiling at him.

“They’re in the dryer. I’ll get them.” Kane removed her clothing and started to walk back toward the bathroom when something on the television caught his attention.

“At this time, we are unsure of the weapon used, but according to good friends and local physician Christopher Krauss, the Wascoms were a picture-perfect couple who had everything.”

Fuck! He knew them. Krauss knew the victims. This changes everything.