Page 107 of Risky Obsession

“Wow,” he whispered.

I nodded. “Wow.”

Grinning, he rolled his finger around my nipple, and his teasing seemed to reach every inch of my flesh.

I curled my hand around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. As he captured me with a kiss of all kisses, he positioned himself above me. He broke our kiss, and with a lust-fueled glint in his eyes, he guided his cock inside me.

The sensation was overwhelming yet so damn good.

He sucked air through his teeth as if every nerve in his body came alive at once.

Sinking deeper into me, he held my gaze, and his eyes gleamed with fierce possession. He began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up the pace, his hips driving into me with a powerful rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against me, our bodies now one in a perfect rhythm. His throbbing cock stretched me, filling me up in a way I’d never felt before. The pleasure was intense, and raw and wild.

I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust, and the pleasure built inside me like a tidal wave.

Every sensation was enhanced. The sounds of our ragged breaths. Thefeel our skin gliding together. The exquisite pain of his cock, joining our bodies as one.

He lifted my knee and surged forward, driving himself into me with a force that made me gasp.

I wanted more. Needed him deeper.

I matched his rhythm, urging him on, digging my fingers into his back.

His jaw clenched and his eyes flew open, but he wasn’t seeing; he was lost to a lustful world. He’d reached the point of no return.

I clenched my insides around his cock.

With another thrust, he released a primal cry and as my orgasm shuddered through me, his cock pounded into me with a ferocity that threatened to split me in two.

He collapsed onto my chest and as we both gasped for breath, I trailed my hands across the muscles in his back. As we lay in each other’s arms, and my body pulsed with glorious sensations, I knew that something had changed in me.

Kane Devlin had claimed a piece of my heart, and I would never be the same.

He deserved the truth. I couldn’t deceive him a moment more.

Kane rolled onto his side, and he cruised his hand up my torso and then cupped my breast and kissed my cheek. “You know what we need?”

I blinked at him. There were so many things we needed.

“Champagne,” he said before I answered.

“Kane,” I murmured, trying to work out how to tell him I’d been lying to him since the moment we met.

He kissed my nipple. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He rolled off the bed and as I watched his incredible butt cheeks flex as he walked toward the bar, my heart wept.

“Kane, I need to talk to you.” I slipped my feet off the bed.

“Oh damn, there’s no ice.” He strode across the room. “Hold that thought.”

He tugged on his sweatpants.

“Kane . . .”

“I’ll be right back.” He marched out the door.

A tear spilled down my cheek and I could hardly breathe.