Page 18 of When He Fights (Protector & Defender #3)

Chapter Ten

If I couldn’t have you, I didn’t want anyone else.

Ana shook her head. She must have imagined those words. She did have a pretty phenomenal imagination, after all. She’d imagined all sorts of sexy scenarios that involved Kane over the last twenty-four months. Only, this wasn’t her imagination. Was it? “Say that again?”

But he didn’t. He reached down, and he yanked off his shirt. He dropped it to the floor behind him. “Normally, control isn’t an issue for me.”

He was talking. She should be listening. Instead, she was staring at his chest. His abs. Those insane muscles.

“But it’s been a long time, and it’s you.” His hands went to the waistband of his sweats. “The way I feel about you? The way I want you? It’s dangerous.”

“You’re not dangerous to me.” She would not believe that. Time and time again, he just saved her. Twice, he’d literally saved her life. That wasn’t dangerous.

That was protective.

Amazing.

Hot.

“I won’t last long with you. Not the first time. My control is far too tenuous.” A guttural warning. “That’s why it’s so important that you be ready for me. I’m big and you’re small, and, sweetheart, you have to be ready for me. Are you ready? Do you want me, Ana?”

She had to stop looking at the way his dick tented the sweats. She also should stop thinking about the way his dick had felt in her mouth. “I want to taste you again.”

“Ana. If your mouth gets around my dick right now, I am done.”

“Would you come in my mouth? I’ve—I’ve never had someone do that before. I honestly don’t have a lot of experience at, uh, going down on someone.” She could feel her cheeks burn. “But I loved putting my mouth on you. When can I do it again?”

A snarl was his answer. A growl. Then he was in the bed with her. She reached for him. Their mouths met in a tangle of need and desire. Her hands flew over him. She stroked him. Loved his muscles. Loved the heat of his skin and the power of his body.

She loved?—

No, Ana stopped the thought. Immediately. This wasn’t about emotions. This was just pleasure. Sex. Only sex. She tore her mouth from his and began kissing a path down his chest. Licking lightly.

But he drew back. He caught her shirt. Yanked it over her head and sent it flying. His gaze dropped to her chest. “You are perfect.”

She was small. Had always wanted bigger boobs. But he made her feel so sexy. Feminine.

He bent his head. Put his mouth on her nipple.

Sucked her. Licked her. Her eyes basically did a roll because his mouth felt so insanely good on her.

He was kissing and caressing, and Ana was just lost. Her hands wrapped around him, and a gasp left her when he lifted her, twisted her, and she found him.

Ana’s hands flew down to press against his chest.

“You’re going to take me in,” he told her.

She slid down a little, maneuvering until she was spread over Kane’s big, thick dick. Ana began to rock her hips, riding over the soft cotton of his sweats. Riding the surging cock that she felt just beneath those sweat pants.

She angled her hips. Made sure that—even through the soft fabric—he rubbed against her clit. A moan broke from her.

“Ana. Take me in. ” An order.

She rode him again. Dry humping? Whatever. It felt wonderful.

“Ana. ” A distinct growl.

With her breath heaving, she looked up at him.

“Get a condom. Put it on me. Take. Me. In. ”

She practically jumped off him as she grabbed for the nightstand and a condom. Ana ripped open the package, and he ditched the sweats. She climbed back onto the bed. Onto him. With fingers that trembled, she rolled the condom onto his dick.

Massive form. Not unexpected, of course. Not given his other dimensions.

“Take. Me. In.”

She straddled him again. This time, his hands locked around her waist. He lifted her up and began to ease her down onto him. At first, he slid in just fine. The head of his cock pushed into her.

Ana gasped.

So good.

Then he pushed in deeper. Deeper. Another inch.

Pain threatened.

It had been two years, and Logan had not exactly been built along the same lines as Kane. He’d tried to warn her. She’d just been so excited about having sex with him that she hadn’t exactly heeded that warning.

She bit her lower lip.

“Ana.”

She pushed down more.

“No.” A snarl from him. Kane lifted her up. Off him.

“Kane, no!”

“Kane, yes. ” He rolled her beneath him. “No pain, remember?” He loomed over her.

Ana’s hands clamped onto his shoulders. “I don’t care if it hurts for a minute! I want you! I want you inside me.” Who cared about a flash of pain?

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, trust me,” he assured her. “But you will not hurt. We’ll just give you orgasm number two right the hell now.”

He’d give her the second one? Now? Sure. Why not?

He thrust her legs apart. His skilled fingers went to work on her. Rubbing her clit. Stroking her. Dipping inside of her. Out of her. His mouth clamped onto her nipple, and he sucked and licked, and he didn’t put any weight on her body. He held himself off her while he explored and took.

His fingers plucked her clit. Pinched. Rubbed.

He licked her nipple. Sucked until she was chanting his name. His attention shifted to her other nipple. He bit her lightly.

She went off hotter than any rocket. “Kane! ”

Then he was pushing his cock at the entrance to her body. Even as she came for him—the second time—he drove into her. There was no pain. There was no hesitation. She was slick and eager and still pulsing from her release when he sank into her.

All the way in.

Her nails dug into his shoulders.

She’d never been so full in her life.

He filled every inch. Stretched. Dominated.

He was lodged so deeply inside of her that, yes, he’d been right. She could not tell where he ended.

And she began.

She loved it. “Kane!”

He moved in a flash. Moved them. He shot upward on the bed, kept his hands locked around her hips so that she flew up with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he knelt in the middle of the bedding, and he pounded into her with a wild, untamed desperation.

She held on for the fabulous ride.

He shifted his body. Went flat on his back on the mattress. Her knees hit down on either side of him. He lifted her up and down with his grip. Up. Down. Over and over. His long, hard dick slid in and out, and she felt every single inch of him within her sensitive inner core.

She clamped her muscles around him. Greedy for everything he had to give her.

“So tight,” he bit out. “So perfect.”

He thrust into her. Lifted her up off the bed with that powerful thrust, and she gasped out his name.

There was no holding back. No stopping. Not that stopping was what she wanted.

He was everywhere. She breathed and tasted him.

His heat and power surrounded her. They were wrecking the bed.

She heard it squeaking and groaning, and Ana did not care.

Nothing would have stopped her in that moment.

She was too focused on release. Far too focused on how wonderful she felt with Kane.

Far too focused.

He exploded within her, and she came with him.

At the same time? A breath after? Ana didn’t know.

Didn’t care. Her core seemed to contract around him, and her mouth opened in a scream, but no sound emerged.

She was too far gone for any sound. A silent scream.

Pleasure that lashed and lashed and was too good. Too consuming.

His hold remained fierce on her even as she collapsed against him. With her head on his chest, she could hear the hard thuds of his heartbeat. So strong.

Her breath whispered out. Her eyes closed.

She had always known sex with Kane would be good. No, correction, great.

She just hadn’t realized it might ruin her for everyone else.

Lesson learned.

He was already getting hard inside of Ana again.

Fuck. He’d have to ditch the condom. Get another one.

Or go bare in Ana. Be skin to skin. Feel every inch of her hot, tight sex around me.

His jaw locked. She’d cuddled up against him, kinda like a sweet kitten. He didn’t want to move her. He did want to fuck her again. His growing cock posed one hell of a dilemma.

Dammit, he had to ditch the condom. “Ana?”

She murmured something. Her words were sleepy and slurred, and Kane found himself smiling.

She cuddled closer.

His dick was nearly at a full salute. Yeah, problematic. “Sweetheart, I have to ditch the condom.”

She was limp on him.

Carefully, he lifted her up. She opened her eyes, blinked a bit blearily, and told him, “That was fantastic.”

Yes.

“Three times?” Sleepy. Satiated. “You are a man of your word.”

With her, always.

She sent him a slow, wide smile. “You were worth the wait.”

You were worth it, Ana. But he would never wait again.

He’d had her. He’d have her again and again, and, this time, he would not give her up.

He’d keep her. Kane pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Be right back.” He eased her into a more comfortable position on the bed, nestling a pillow under her head and moving back to pull up the covers. But Kane paused. Frowned.

She stretched a little. Yawned. The stretch had made her gorgeous breasts move in the best possible way.

“What’s wrong?” Ana asked.

Holding the covers in his left hand, he reached out and touched the red marks he’d left on her inner thighs. Then rose to skim his fingertips over the redness on her breasts. “I marked you.” He hated that.

Ana laughed sleepily. “I think it’s a little beard burn. Hazard of the situation.” She snuggled against the mattress. “No worries.”

But he had worries. He didn’t want to ever hurt her. “I’ll shave.” Right away. He carefully placed the covers over her and turned for the bathroom.

She threw out a hand and caught his wrist. “Don’t you dare. ” Not so sleepy.

He blinked.

“Your beard is sexy as hell. And there are barely any marks on me. Forget it.”

He would forget nothing when it came to her.

Her gaze dropped and lingered on his cock. “You, um, you…weren’t satisfied?”