Page 41 of Brutal Mate

“Kane!” she gasped pleadingly, and as if he sensed her need, he slowed his thrusting. She had expected him to go faster, harder, to force the climax right out of her.

But instead, he moved ever so slowly, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back inside her as deep as he could. Over and over he did the very same with slow, methodic movements, groaning with pleasure.

And Miley realized he had been right to do so. It felt better than ever before. She felt every inch of his cock stroking at her insides, urging her closer and closer. She felt the bulging throbbing of his cock deep inside her, and his labored breathing told her what was coming.

This was nothing like her dreams. It was nothing like the adult movies she and Lauren had gotten a hold of in high school. It was nothing like she ever could have imagined. And yet, it was one thousand times better.

When she finally came, there was no stopping it. She tilted back her head and screamed until Kane gently laid the palm of his hand over her mouth, kissing her throat in the process.

That's when his entire body started to tremble. And when her pussy tightened around his cock, she knew exactly what she had done.

“Fuck, Miley!” he growled in her ear as he came deep inside her, spilling his essence and marking his territory, the territory that had already been his, she just hadn’t known it yet.

She had heard enough stories of one-night stands and walks of shame to know what came next. And as Kane slipped off her, she feared it.

She had given him far too much control. She had let him in far too easily. She was a fool.

And yet, she was utterly surprised when he dropped down onto the grass beside her.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They simply lay there, staring up through the orchard trees at the stars beyond.

And Miley's chest tightened when she felt Kane slip his hand into hers. Still, he didn't speak, but he didn't need to. The action spoke a thousand words. Like her, he wasn't ready for this to be over just yet.

Miley remained still, determined not to be the one to break the silence.

Her insides ached with his lovemaking, and she wished to concentrate upon that feeling for as long as possible.

Being one of the last of her friend group to lose her virginity, Miley had heard plenty of stories about the experience, some good, most horrific. But not a single one of her friends had described it the way that she was feeling it right now, as if she hadn't just given her body to Kane, but also her mind and spirit too.

For a while they had been one, writhing beneath the light of the moon like a pair of animals with no other thought but pleasure in each other.

Miley was terrified to let that go. She squeezed Kane's hand and was surprised when he lifted hers to his lips, kissing her knuckles affectionately.

Did the wonders with this man never cease?

He was a giant, covered almost head to toe in tattoos, long-haired and bearded, with charcoal-gray eyes so dark they were almost demonic, and yet he had such a soft side that it made Miley's heart ache.

She could just as much imagine him climbing a tree to save a tiny fluffy white kitten as she could imagine him picking up her father and splitting him in two for all the pain he had caused her over her lifetime.

She would love him for both.

That realization caused her to yank her hand free of Kane's. She sat bolt upright, gasping with pure, unadulterated shock.

No, she couldn't love him. She couldn't allow herself to fall like that. Not when he stood for everything she was running away from.

“What's the matter?” Kane asked, leaning up on his elbow. He stroked his fingertips over the back of her shoulder blade, causing her to shiver beneath his touch. “I didn't hurt you, did I? Did I do something to upset you?”

“No, no, of course not,” Miley said, shaking her head. She quickly ran her fingers through her red locks. “It's just, well, Grandma will wonder where we’ve gotten to.”

“I'm sure she is under no illusions as to what could take a couple so long out on a walk on such a fine night,” Kane said, and the words made Miley blush.

She was of two minds on him calling them a couple. Sure, she knew he was talking about their ruse, and she had every reason to hate him for talking about it like that. She shouldn't have desired it, and yet, she did. What would it be like to be with this man? What would it be like to be his and to have him be hers? What would it be like to do what they had just done over and over whenever they wanted?

Bile rose in Miley's throat. It was a fantasy. One she couldn't afford to lose herself to. The truth was far darker than that. She was already Kane's. Her father had seen to that. It was the reason he was here in the first place. He had only come to collect his property. That's all she was to him.

“We should get back to the house,” Miley said plainly, grabbing her clothes to yank them back on.

The remnants of all they had just done were still warm and wet between her thighs, an all too real reminder of the mistake she had made.

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