Page 29 of Kane
I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her lips. “I’m not making this choice for you, Savannah.” My voice was hard and clipped, my gaze burning into hers. “You want me inside you, you say it. You fucking beg.”
Her breath hitched. “You’ve lost it.”
“Probably,” I agreed. “But I’m not moving until you say it.”
She squirmed, her expression frustrated and needy. Her eyes flicked up to mine, pupils blown wide.
“Please,” she finally said, voice barely a whisper.
I grunted. “Not good enough.”
She shifted in my lap, pressing down against me, her breath hitching. “Kane—please. I…I want this."
“Still not enough, baby. You want this? You say it. Loud. So I know you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow and tell me you didn’t know what you were doing.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she stared at me, eyes burning, lips swollen. Then her expression cracked, all pride falling away. “I want to feel you. Please, Kane. I want you inside me.”
The last thread snapped.
I flipped her beneath me so she was spread out on the mattress, shoved my jeans down, and fisted my cock, lining it up to her entrance. I dragged the thick, leaking tip through her folds, groaning as I felt her heat. My body trembled from holding back, from the knowledge that this was it—there’d never be anyone else for either of us.
I met her gaze, reluctant to cause her pain but determined to have her. “This is gonna hurt, sugar. But only for a second. Then you’ll forget everything but how fucking good it feels.”
She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I pushed in slow, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat stretch around me, hot and slick and fucking perfect. She gasped, her eyes flying wide and her hands clutching my arms.
“Breathe, Savannah,” I gritted out, one hand braced by her head and the other on her hip to hold her steady. “Just breathe for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her fingers clutched the sheets when I reached her barrier, her thighs trembling, her breath stuttering. But she didn’t pull away.
With a short punch of my hips, I popped her cherry.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Mine.”
I was a big guy—everywhere. So I wasn’t completely sure her little pussy would be able to take all of my long, thick cock. But fuck, I shoulda known better. She was made for me.
“Almost there,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby.”
Finally, I bottomed out with a groan, burying myself from root to tip. Her gasp hitched into a broken moan as her body clenched around me, tight and fluttering.
She was so damn perfect.
I stayed there, letting her adjust even though every muscle in my body screamed at me to move. My control hung on by a thread, but I wasn’t gonna hurt her any more than I already had.Although, with the way I was stretching her tight sheath, there was bound to be a pinch of pain. But that little bit would add to her pleasure soon.
“You okay?” I rasped.
She nodded, breathless. “Yeah. Just…full.”
“Damn right, you are.”
I started to move—slow at first, deep, grinding thrusts that had her gasping with every slide. Her legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my neck, body arching into my every stroke.
“Feel that, sugar?” I growled in her ear. “I’m so fucking deep. That’s me claiming what’s mine.”
Her moans turned needy, almost mindless. She whispered my name over and over, her nails raking down my back, and I lost myself in her. In the heat and slickness and fucking rightness of being inside her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasped. “Tight little pussy made just for me. No one else gets to feel you wrapped around their cock. Squeezing so damn tight I can barely get back out. Fuck! No one else ever touches you.”