Page 40 of Brutal Mate

Quick as a flash, he had undone it and his jeans button himself, shimmying out of them expertly.

That's when Miley started to panic. He was so much older, so much more experienced. What if she couldn't match up?

As if he sensed her panic, Kane paused, leaning over her with his elbows on either side of her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides.

All she could do was grip his muscular hips in her palms, anchoring herself to him.

“What's the matter?” he asked, nuzzling her nose with the tip of his.

“I…I don't know what I'm doing,” Miley admitted, blushing. She was an idiot. He was the hottest guy imaginable, a good guy beneath all of those tattoos and that beard and the tough guy exterior—she was almost certain of it, even if she didn't allow herself to admit it—and here she was, messing it up.

Compared to any other guy she had ever met, he was practically the perfect man to give her virginity to.

Kane smiled almost sadly and reached up to stroke her hair back from her face. He gripped hold of her hand and pulled it up to his chest, laying her palm on the hair there.

“Don't think,” he told her gently. “Just feel.”

His words were as gentle as his touch as he took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately.

And so, she did just that, oddly trusting him implicitly as she opened her legs to him.

Once more, passion took hold and Miley lost herself to it, tilting her head back as Kane nuzzled her throat, kissing her with warm, tender lips.

Instinct took over as Kane yanked his t-shirt up over his head, rolled it up and gently placed it beneath hers. Her hands traveled over the muscular lines of his torso, admiring the dark tattoos that covered his pecs and traveled up over his shoulders and down his arms.

Only his ribs and abdomen were free of tattoos, and her eyes were drawn downwards as her hands trailed over them.

Kane flinched and Miley giggled a little. “Are you ticklish?”

Before he could answer, she stroked gently up and down with her fingertips. When he flinched and shied away, she knew he definitely was.

His hands gripped her wrists so fast it made her head spin.

“Don't,” he growled a warning. Kneeling, bent over her as he was with her wrists gripped in his hands, he was glorious, dominant, powerful. And yet, she had tickled him. She had found a weakness.

And, feeling daring, she leaned up and kissed him hard until he released her wrists.

When his hands once more gripped her face, she stroked her fingertips down his abdomen, delighting at the way he tensed as her fingers found the hard, throbbing tip of his cock.

Confidence only growing, she took him in hand and stroked gently, opening her eyes to watch the pained pleasure that spread across his face.

“Miley…” he whispered her name, and it was almost lost on the breeze. But it was enough to make her quiver, to make her pliant as he eased her down onto her back and pulled her hand away from him.

Then, he was inside her.

She expected it to hurt. Her entire body tensed. She had felt him in her hand. He was huge. It should have hurt.

“Relax,” he whispered breathlessly in her ear. “I won't hurt you.”

He nuzzled his face into her ear, kissing her gently as he started to thrust.

And she realized he was truthful. He didn't hurt her. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but somehow, it felt as if their bodies were made for each other.

She opened her legs wider, inviting him deeper, her head tilting back to fully expose her throat.

Still, she was unable to believe that this was happening. How it was even possible, she didn't know. What she did know was that it was perhaps the best night of her life.

For once, her mind was empty of everything save for what was happening in the moment. Her entire body pulsed with pleasure, and her stomach twisted and twisted into a tightening knot until she thought she might never feel sweet release but be forever tortured on the verge.

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