Page 69 of The Betrayal You Serve

"Fuck, you're hot," I blurt as I run my eyes down his chest and to his abs.

"I'm glad you think so, but I'm nothing compared to you."

His fingers make quick work of the button on my jeans and in seconds I'm laid out before him in just my bra and panties.

"Fucking beautiful."

Leaning over me, his hands skim up my side until his giant hands cup my breasts. I gasp at the sensation and he makes use of my reaction and plunges his tongue into my mouth.

His kisses and his touch are intoxicating, and I quickly lose myself in him, forgetting everything that exists outside of these four walls and just drown in the pleasure.

He's right, I do feel this. I always have but even now, even after he's admitted what he did. It still terrifies me more than almost anything else I've ever experienced in my life.

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Kane

Everything falls away when I kiss her. My reality, my fears, everything other than the most important thing. Her.

I lick across her chest, her addictive sweet taste flooding my senses.

She moans beneath me and arches her back once more, trying to offer herself up, desperate for me to take more.

But I'm standing by what I said, I'm making the most of every second of this. At any point, she could change her mind and walk straight out the front door. I couldn't blame her if she did, everything I've just laid out to her, it doesn't exactly make the prospect of a life with me desirable.

I have nothing. And if I can't find a decent job fast, even the roof over our heads right now could be in question.

Her moan as I brush my lips down to the swell of her breasts drags me from my own head and I look up at her.

My breath catches when I take in the gold that's sparkling in her eyes as she stares down at me.

Something crackles and my heart tumbles in my chest as our connection holds.

"Mine," I breathe, my lips caressing her skin as I say the word.

She nods once. "Yours."

That one word fucking slays me.

I didn't mean to say what I did out in the living room, not to say it wasn't true. It is. I think I realized it the night I went out with Alana before everything went to shit, although really, I should have registered it a long time before that, but I'm a fucking idiot who can't see what's in front of his face. The past ten years are enough evidence of that already.

But watching her almost walk away from me. It made me face up to my feelings faster than I'd ever experienced and I knew I had to do something to stop her from walking out on me.

I need her. I need her so fucking bad that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to express it.

Slipping my finger under the cup of her bra, I pull the thin lace away, exposing her hardened nipple.

My mouth waters to wrap my lips around it and suck it deep, but before I do that, I lift my eyes to hers and blow a stream of air across her sensitive skin.

Her entire body quakes at the sensation.

"Kane," she half moans, half warns as her hips grind against me in an attempt to find what she needs.

"There she is," I growl. "My." Kiss. "Dirty." Lick. "Whore."

"Yesss," she hisses as I pull her nipple into my mouth and sink my teeth into it. Her fingers thread into my hair as I lave at the sting with my tongue before switching sides, exposing her other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

"Fuck. You're so fucking beautiful, Princess," I say as I sit up and stare down at her.