Page 99 of The Puppeteer and the Poisoned Pawn

I instinctually no longer need his guidance. That frenzy infects my need to chase the building tension inside me. I flex my muscles, rolling my hips back and forth, faster and harder.

And Kane is sucking and licking and biting, and the friction is driving me mad with lust. I have to lean forward to place my hands on the grass, grinding on his mouth until I’m almost—

“Oh,Kane!” I shriek, clenching down as waves of explosive bliss shatter through my lower belly, ricocheting through my upper thighs.

“Fuck,” Kane growls, lifting me off of him. “I need you. Now.”

We rip off his clothes together, throwing them into the field. And he’s sitting upright, pulling me into his lap. “You’re going to keep your eyes on me when I slip inside you.”

I bite my lip. I can’t believe this is happening. Fierce affection for this man chokes me, and I nod. His hands pull my hips closer until the head of his cock is nudging my slick pussy.

“You are the reason I survived this experiment, Skylenna.” Kane’s eyes are drunk and shadowed but still heavy with emotion. “You are the reason I chose not to stay in the inner world. You are why I’ve lived through my trauma.Youare the love of my life.”

A tear slips from my left eye. I grip his shoulders as he lowers me onto his length, working his way inside me. My mouth parts as he lets me sink downward, and we hold that gaze, drinking each other in while our expressions reflect our pleasure.

“I love you,” I exhale, adjusting to his massive size stretching me. “I love you so much.” Even though I’ve done this once before with Dessin… I was not expecting my soul to sigh and my heart to melt.

Slowly, I slide my hands down his back, feeling for the burn scars, tracing the way the skin has morphed, and pouring my love into each inch of pain he suffered.

Kane keeps one hand on my waist and the other on the side of my face. Tears fill brown eyes, glistening up at me as I find the hilt.

I roll my hips on him, and he moves with me, an unhurried rhythm, a gradual build of friction.

All I’ve had since he’s been gone is grief, rage, death, and destruction. It’s been my fuel. My way of life until he came back to me. Gradually, those warm eyes crack through the cold armor and bleed into my bitterness.

As the sun goes down and the sky darkens, the meadow is filled with yellow glowing lights. Small and floating.

I point them out to him.

“Fireflies,” he whispers with hooded eyes. “I told you I wanted it to be special.”

He begins bucking his hips, bouncing me on top of him, all the while keeping his forehead to mine. His hard cock hits a spot inside me, again and again; I clench around him.

“Yes, god yes. Do that again,” he breathes.

I tighten around him again, and we both make deep sounds of pleasure.

Kane unfurls his restraint, turning my head and whispering in my ear, “Tell me you thought about this when I kissed you in the lagoon.”

His pace picks up, and he’s tightening his arms around me like a python.

“Tell me you wanted me to rip your panties off and make love to you under that waterfall.”

His hot breath and fantasy sliding across my ear break me. I wrap my arms around his neck and howl as I come on his cock, watching fuzzy glowing fireflies swim across the sky.

“Focus, sweetheart,” he says as I come down from my high. “Will you let me come inside of you?”

After a moment of blurry vision and distorted sound, I process what he’s asking and pull myself back to look at him.

“But… I could get pregnant.”

“Yes.” He stares back. “You could.”

“Isn’t that bad?”

“It’s reckless. But the thought of spilling inside of you, giving you a baby… it makes my dick so hard.”

And strangely, it spurs me with a rush of power, and I’m blind with the need to feel him have an orgasm inside me. I nod, grinding against him faster, and he growls his approval.

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