Page 19 of Pain (Kiss of Death MC #6)

His eyes darkened. “Mine.” That single syllable vibrated with possession.

“Yes. I’m yours, and I need you now, Pain.”

That was all it took. Something primal flashed in his eyes before he captured my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath. This wasn’t like before. This was raw need, barely controlled. He framed my face with his hands, thumbs stroking my cheekbones as his tongue swept into my mouth.

I arched into him, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. Nothing mattered except feeling his weight on me, his hands on my skin. I needed this connection more than I needed my next breath.

“Need you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Please.”

Pain pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward. “I need to feel you against me.”

He helped me remove his shirt, revealing the muscled expanse of his chest. I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips. The scars that mapped his history. Each one told a story of survival, and I wanted to know them all.

When my fingers brushed an oddly jagged scar just below his ribs, he caught my wrist.

“Prison fight,” he explained quietly. Then he grinned. “Got stabbed with a spork.”

I blinked. “Wait. That was you?”

“I wish I could say otherwise, but yeah. That was me. And believe me when I tell you no one laughed harder than me. Hurt like a bitch, but I got stabbed with a spork. There is nothing about that statement that’s not funny.”

“I’d disagree, but as long as he didn’t get anything vital, I can’t.”

“The prongs weren’t deep enough to get through the muscle. Also, it was wooden and not very strong.”

I chuckled lightly but leaned up and pressed my lips to the scar, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. “I’m glad. I never want you to have to go through any of that again. I need you here. With me.”

“Honey, I will do whatever I have to if it means I get to stay with you.”

“Good. Now. Make love to me, Pain. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Pain’s hands slid down my sides, careful to avoid my injuries as he tugged at the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips to help him, gasping when he dragged the denim down my legs. His gaze traveled over my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin with hungry appreciation.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice rough with need.

I reached for the button of his jeans. “Too many clothes…”

A ghost of a smile flickered across his face as he helped me push his jeans down his hips. He moved from the bed to stand and remove his boots before kicking his jeans off.

I raised an eyebrow, my breath catching as he revealed himself to me. “Commando? Really, Pain?”

His grin was positively wicked. “One less barrier between us, honey.”

The punch of lust was so hard, I nearly grunted. “No barriers?” My voice was husky and I had to swallow several times.

He paused, and I knew he hadn’t been thinking the same thing I’d been thinking. Until he caught my meaning. His face flushed and his cock, which was already hard, distended even farther, pulsing angrily. Before my gaze, the tip grew dark purple and precum beaded on the head.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, baby.” There was so much intent in his expression. “You on any kind of birth control?”

I nodded my head. “I get a shot.”

“Good. I’m clean. But no. Not this time, much as I want to.” He reached for his pants and snagged his wallet, pulling out a condom. He tossed it beside me before climbing back in the bed with me. He covered my body with his and kissed me again.

I arched into him, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. Nothing mattered except feeling his weight on me, his hands on my skin. I needed this connection more than I needed my next breath.

“Please,” I whispered against his mouth.

Pain pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want this, Pain. I need it.”

He kissed me again, deep and thorough, his hands roaming my body with reverent touches.

When he reached behind me to unclasp my bra, I arched into him, helping him slide it off my shoulders.

The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver, but then his mouth was on me, trailing hot kisses down my throat to my collarbone.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured against my skin, his beard scratching deliciously as he worked his way lower. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I gasped, my back arching off the bed. The sensation shot straight through me, making me ache with need.

He seemed to map every curve, every sensitive spot with his hands, then his lips. I swear, the man was determined to make me gasp and writhe beneath him until I was mindless. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, I lifted my hips eagerly, helping him slide them down my legs.

“Look at you,” he breathed, his gaze drinking me in. “So beautiful. So mine.”

“Yes,” I whispered, reaching for him. “Yours.”

“Open the condom.” The dark command in his voice was at once intimidating and sexy as fuck.

I reached for the little packet blindly until I snagged it from the quilt where we lay.

I opened it, tossing the package over the side of the bed, and looked up at Pain for instructions.

That must have been the right thing to do because the look of satisfaction on his face was unmistakable.

Probably because he’d had so few choices in prison, he needed someone to let him make all the decisions or at least give him choices.

I was good with that. “Roll it on me, Nadine.”

With trembling fingers, I did. I loved how hot he was.

I loved the way the muscles of his abdomen bunched and contracted when I touched him.

As he moved to settle himself between my legs, I slid my palms up his chest to mold his shoulders.

Again, muscles played under his skin where my hands touched him.

When he lowered himself fully on top of me, resting his forearms beside my head so his fingers tangled in my hair, it felt like coming home.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” he murmured, slowly pushing forward.

I gasped as he entered me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. The slight burn gave way to pleasure as he eased himself in, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully seated inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel so Goddamn perfect.”

He held still for a moment, giving me time to adjust. I could feel him trembling with the effort of his restraint, his muscles taut beneath my fingertips. Sweat beaded his brow, and his breathing was almost heavy.

“Move,” I urged, rocking my hips. “Feels good…”

He did move then. Slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his size, but each thrust was measured, controlled.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more of him. The careful restraint he’d been showing started to crack as I moved with him, meeting each thrust with my own need.

“Christ, Nadine,” he growled against my neck, his pace increasing. “You’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

Tension coiled inside me with each movement. I tilted my hips to get the friction I needed on my clit. When I found it, I gasped out a soft cry.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Come on my cock.”

The combination of his words and his touches and kisses sent me over the edge. I shattered around him, screaming as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed me over, his own release tearing through him as he buried his face against my neck, my name on his lips like a prayer.

I still held him weakly with my arms and legs, not wanting him to move his weight from me. I needed it to ground me. I needed him.

Afterward, once he’d finally rolled off me, we lay tangled together, his body a warm anchor to the present. My muscles ached in the most satisfying way, the pain from the taser almost forgotten in the wake of our lovemaking.

“You okay?” Pain murmured against my hair, his breath warm on my temple.

“Mmm,” I hummed, too blissed out to form actual words. When his arms tightened around me, I added, “More than okay.”

“No regrets?”

“Not a single one.” I reached up to stroke his beard, loving the way it felt scratchy on my palm. “Though I might regret not doing this sooner.”

That earned me a low chuckle. “We got here, that’s what matters.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t agree more.”