Kiss of Heat (18 page)

He reached up to touch her cheek and felt his heart shatter as she flinched away. Immediately he moved to her shoulder instead, covering his own need, his own betraying action. She still stared back at him as though she had never flinched.

He tried to smile. “I need you,” he finally whispered. There was no need in making her pain greater at this moment. She gave him what she had, and it was more than he should expect, wasn’t it?

Because of him she had lost their child, had been drugged and cruelly raped and forced to survive in fear for nearly a decade. Because he had failed.

She didn’t want his tenderness, he knew. The gentle touches he would have given her, the soft words. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted the heat eased, wanted to be taken until her orgasm exploded through her body, relieving her of the pain. He could give her this, and if it failed to still his own hungers, then it was his fault, not hers.

He pulled her to him, his lips covering hers as a strangled gasp left her lips. Her hair curtained around them as he gloried in the feel of her. She was soft, delicate, her flesh warm and as tempting as sin itself.

Kane flattened his hands, running them down the silk of the caftan to her hips. There, he bunched the material, pulling it up along her legs as they tangled with his, desperate to feel her naked flesh against him.

His lips fought for supremacy of their kiss, for once he didn’t give a damn about that fucking hormone. It was supposed to bind her to him, to make her see the love she had been denying them both, and it had failed.

His tongue plunged past her lips instead, tangling with hers, growling warningly when she tried to take control of the kiss. His hands moved to the neckline of the caftan, gripping the material and ripping it with a savage rend as he bore her to her back on the bed.

He struggled for control. He wanted it to last. He wanted her so damned hot, so out of her mind with the pleasure that she allowed him to love her. Allowed him to touch her, stroke her as he longed to.

She stared up at him, her cheeks flushed, her green eyes glittering now with excitement rather than pain as he rose over her, pulling the ruined gown from her body as he gazed at the skin he uncovered.

A light blush covered the smooth mounds of her swollen breasts. He ran the backs of the fingers of one hand over the nearest curve and almost trembled at the heat pouring off her as her nipples hardened further.

The soft, dark pink tips were elongated, stiff with her arousal and a tempting treat that spiked his already voracious appetite. His cock throbbed with the demand that he take her now, but his heart screamed out that he touch her first. He only wished the physical was what drove him. He longed to touch more than her soft breasts or her silken lips; he needed to touch her soul.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he lowered his head, smoothing his cheek over the curve of her breast until his lips raked the sensitive nipple. Her gasp of pleasure shook him.

“You’re trying to tease me.” She arched against him, her breathing rough and deep as he smoothed his hand along her trembling stomach to her parted thighs.

“Just trying?” he whispered as his lips smoothed over the satin delicacy of her breast. “I thought you could recognize clear intent when you saw it, sweetheart.”

Her soft laughter was more a gasp as his tongue licked over her nipple. His hand smoothed to her inner thigh, coming close but never touching the syrupy-slick mound between her thighs.

“I want to taste every inch of you.” His lips kissed over her breast, up her collarbone. “You’re so sweet, so delicate and so damned hot you nearly burn me alive.”

“What do you think you do to me?” Her voice was rough, husky from the pleasure he knew was moving through her.

“Let’s get hotter,” he growled an instant before his lips covered hers again.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Moans and hot little cries escaped their throats as Kane waged the battle of his life. His lips caressed her jaw, her cheek, smoothing over the fine skin as his fingers moved between her thighs.

She was wet and hot for him, the sensitive folds of flesh parting easily as his fingers slid between them. Her hips rose, pressing her swollen clit into his fingers a second before he slid lower, testing the honeyed entrance to her vagina before moving back and circling her straining clit once again.

Sherra’s hands gripped his shoulders; her neck arched, perspiration dewing her body as she rubbed against him. He closed his eyes at the pleasure of feeling her breasts stroking over his chest as she rubbed against him, her hands moving over his shoulders, her body undulating beneath him.

He fought to keep his movements slow and easy, to soothe even as he aroused her, to make her aware of every cell in her body reaching out to him. She was so stubborn, so damned determined that she wasn’t capable of love that she hid even the smallest of her own needs from herself.

As he touched her, he realized that here, beneath his body, was the only place Sherra could not contain her total response to him. She came alive beneath his touch, the mating heat too strong, too intense to allow her control.

His lips tracked every soft inch of her face, her neck, her breasts, watching as her skin flushed, her breathing becoming ragged before he moved lower.

Kane spread her thighs slowly, staring in wonder at the light pink and cream of her flesh there. Breeds were hairless on their genitals, and he had never seen anything as arousing as the silken lips of her pussy parted for him, the darker blush of the inner flesh, a passion fruit he had been addicted to since the first taste.

He stretched out between her spread thighs, staring up at her as he gave her a wicked smile. “My midnight snack—hot, wet kitty.”

She blushed deeper. Kane would have laughed in sheer delight if he weren’t so aroused he had to fight for every second of control. His fingers slid over the thick layer of juices that gathered there. Like warm syrup, it clung to his fingers and sensitized the tips.

“I’m not going to be able to stand this,” she warned him weakly as her hands fell to the bed, clenching the blanket beneath her.

“Then we’ll go insane together,” he growled, reaching out to grip her fist and unlock her fingers from the material.

Watching her closely, he moved her hand to her breast, seeing the surprise that filled her gaze.

“Touch your breasts,” he ordered huskily. “I want to watch your fingers playing with your nipples. I want to hear your pleasure, your excitement, Sherra. Give me that much, at least.

Her hands cupped the smooth globes of her breasts, her fingers moving to her hard nipples as his cock jerked at the erotic sight.

Watching her, his gaze going from her self-exploration to her darkening eyes, he lowered his head.

She jerked, a whimper escaping her lips as his tongue swiped through the glistening cream that lay heavy on her swollen cunt. She tasted like midnight and dreams, he thought. Elusive and ever changing. He hummed his appreciation, his hands holding her thighs wide, his thumbs further parting the plump lips as he settled down for a feast of the senses.

He licked and lapped, circled her little clit and sucked at it strongly as her cries began to rise in volume. Her hips twisted, writhed beneath the pleasure, and soon he was tightening in his own raging need as he heard her crying out his name, begging for her release.

He moved lower, his tongue plunging into the velvet recess of her vagina as her cries escalated. Her knees were bent now, thighs spread wide, her hands on his head as she held him to her, her hips undulating, pressing her pussy against his devouring mouth as she fought for her orgasm.

“Not yet,” he growled as he felt her shudder, sensing her nearing release.

He forced himself to his knees as she cried out her objection, gripping her wrists and pulling her into a sitting position.

“Shit!” His back arched as her lips attacked his flat abdomen, her tongue stroking, licking, as her hands gripped the tensed muscles of his buttocks.

Like the hungry cat he knew she could be, she devoured him in turn. He stared down at her, watching as her hands wrapped around his erection, her lips opening, her mouth enclosing the engorged, violently sensitive head of his cock.

“Sherra.” His hand tangled in her hair as he shook his head desperately, fighting to hold onto his own control.

“Give me.” She moved back to lick the crest of his erection as she spoke. “Fill my mouth, Kane. Let me taste all of you.”

Her voice was thick, dazed, as she nearly swallowed him on the next stroke. Kane felt his shaft sink into her mouth, the head butting her throat for less than a second and stealing all his intentions to hold back.

“Then take it, baby.” His hands tightened in her hair. “Take all of me.”

It was like no other time that they had ever come together. It was hotter, sweeter, more intense than anything he could have imagined as he watched her suck his cock with greedy, slippery abandon.

Her eyes were drowsy, heavy-lidded, but she stared up at him, her lips enclosing the width of his tool as he thrust inside her with firm, shallow strokes and allowed her to choose the depth that she took him to.

It was paradise.

His balls tightened as her hands pumped the column of flesh, drawing his seed from his loins despite his best attempts to hold back his release.

“Baby, I’m going to come.” He couldn’t hold back, he couldn’t deny the ecstasy for even a moment longer.

She hummed in agreement, her suckling strokes increasing as he felt a tingle at the base of his spine a second before it surged up his back in a brilliant bolt of electrical energy.

He stiffened, his lips pulling back from his teeth as his head arched back and he gave her every drop of semen boiling in his balls. It spurted from his cock to her rapidly swallowing throat as he groaned like a man possessed and gave himself over to the primal mating act they were now involved in.

When she had sucked the last drop of seed from the throbbing flesh, he pulled back, staring down at her heatedly a second before he pressed her to the bed and moved quickly between her thighs.

Her legs circled his hips as he pressed the engorged head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was hot; her liquid heat trickled around the flared crest, making him shudder with the need to plunge home. He eased inside her instead.

* * * * *

Sherra fought the raging tempest growing inside her. Her entire body was sensitized, demanding his touch, screaming out that she ease the safeguards she had used for so long.

As she stared back at him, feeling the thick wedge of his cock stretching her, she watched as his hand lifted, his fingers moving to her cheek. She wanted to flinch away, wanted to deny the gesture as she always did. If she allowed him to break that final barrier then there would be no defense, no way to survive if he ever left her again. But she couldn’t fight any longer.

He had pushed her past a limit she didn’t know she possessed. He had terrified her when he walked away from her, had torn at the rough scars covering her soul with his bleak sadness when she first came into the room. He had endured hell for her, just as she had because of him. How could she continue to deny not just his needs, but her own as well?

His fingertips touched her cheek as he slid home, stretching her, filling her. Her chest tightened with emotion, her skin heating at each point that their bodies connected.

“I would give my life for you,” he whispered as his fingertips lifted and his thumb brushed over her cheek before moving to rest at her jaw line.

Sherra whimpered. The emotion that pulsed in his voice was impossible to deny.

“No,” she whispered, her hand covering his as her hips arched, the muscles of her pussy contracting around his erection. “Don’t do that, Kane. Don’t leave me again. I couldn’t bear it…” Her breath hitched as tears filled her eyes. “I love you. I love you too much to ever live without you again.”

He stilled. His blue eyes darkened with shock, then with a ravaging hunger and he came over her, one hand gripping her hips, the other her hair.

“You can’t take it back again,” he growled. “I won’t let you.”

Her short laugh was a sound between pleasure and agony. “I never took it back the first time. It was always yours, Kane. Always…”

His control disintegrated. In that second, the man fell away; the teasing, the tempting, were at an end.

Hard driving strokes had her eyes widening as pleasure tore through her in ways it never had before. He was a demon, a sexual animal intent on possessing every part of her now. He couldn’t go deep enough, hard enough. Both hands held her hips still as his lips buried at her neck, his breathing raspy, the intensity of his arousal driving them both now.

“Harder!” she screamed, though she feared harder would tear her asunder.

She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t ease the terrible buildup in her womb fast enough as he stroked the tissue of her vagina, stretching her, filling her until she wondered if she would survive it.

Kane’s hips jackhammered his cock into her pussy, penetrating her violently as she screamed for more. They were fighting to breathe, her nails clawed at his back, her teeth bit deep into the mark on his chest as his locked onto her shoulder and they exploded.

Even death couldn’t touch the complete oblivion that swept over them. Sherra swore she felt their souls merge as his cock slammed into the mouth of her womb and deep, strong spurts of his semen began to blast inside her.

Her womb contracted, convulsed, sucking greedily at the life-giving seed that spilled into it, even as Sherra locked her legs and arms around his body and surrendered to the orgasmic death that washed over them.

Chapter Twenty-Three

He was sleeping. Sherra lay draped over Kane’s chest, exhausted, unwilling to move, yet unable to sleep. She could feel the imprint of the scars on his chest, hear his heart beating beneath her ear and fought the swirling, twisting emotions that began to churn inside her chest.

Hold it back
, she ordered herself fiercely.
It’s over. It’s been over. There’s no sense in dredging the past back up.
She had buried it in the deepest reaches of her mind years ago in order to survive. Now wasn’t the time to drag it back out.