Page 180 of The Right Wrong Promise

I need him in me, filling me, looting me and inflicting the sweetest insanity.

It’s the kind of need I’ve never felt before, this fever bordering on desperation.

If I ever had any control, it’s gone in a kiss.

And with Kane, I don’t think I do.

“Stay. Right the fuck there,” he mutters, shoving my panties to one side.

I nod, gripping his hair, panting.

“Do you have any clue, Margot? Any earthly idea how crazy you make me?” he whispers.

Then his fingers push inside me, delivering an answer.

I gasp, still pressed against the wall, rapidly losing my mind.

Another kiss smothers my moans.

So good, but still not enough.

His hands grab my ass, kneading and squeezing, imprinting his fingers on my flesh.

He shakes me like a doll with a feral growl before turning me over and hoisting me across the room.

When I blink, I’m sitting on the counter.

“Better leverage. Plus, I won’t knock a duchess-sized hole in the wall,” he explains.

I nod again, leaning back slightly, bracing myself on my hands.

“Please,” I whisper, shaking to my core. My legs fall open. “Please, Kane.”

He’s already shucking off his shorts, and his single-minded cock springs free, swollen and ready, veins tracing its landscape like lightning in the sky.

The bead of thick moisture at his slit makes me smile, knowing how undone he is.

“No clue. No fuckingcluewhat you do to me, woman,” he says, his eyes burning me down as he mounts me and pushes inside.

Foly huck!

We both become instinct, inhuman, just two gasping shadows spiraling into ecstasy.

Quiet, quiet.

I remember at the last second we need to be quiet. There’s no guarantee we’ll be alone if the kids wake up, and we need to hear them coming before they catch us.

But it’s always the same when he claims me, that fullness of being stretched until it almost hurts so deliciously.

Full, so full.

So joined.

Soowned.

I love his cock too much for my own good.

“Good girl.” His words rattle like broken glass now as he pulls back and thrusts inside again.