Page 103 of Strictly Forbidden

After he took a swig of his scotch, he grinned as if telling me had something lurid on his mind. Without telling me, he took my hand into his, guiding me out of the space into a much larger one. Even the main bedroom, and there were three, had a fireplace, the crackling sound coming from fake logs but that didn’t diminish the warmth or the dazzling effect.

He allowed me to enjoy taking a few more sips of my bubbly before taking the glass from my hand, placing both on one of the nightstands.

After that, he had a rather stern look on his face but also one that could melt the heart of an Eskimo. As he tugged on the belt of my robe, his nostrils flared. “I could have lost you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I’ll never put you in that position again.”

“We can’t hide from the darkness, Kage. We can only share in the joy of the light.”

He lifted his head, a smile very slowly creeping across his face. “You are right.”

As he unfastened the robe altogether, pulling the two sides apart, he issued another throatier growl.

“Thank you,” I told him again.

“Baby. Thank you for saving me.”

I knew how he meant it, what he was saying, but the words and the way he said them were still so touching, so beautiful I knew there would never be another man for me.

What that said about me I wasn’t certain but at this point, I didn’t care. If any man could be considered my destiny, Kage was that man.

Every action gentle and comforting, he rolled the material over my shoulders, allowing gravity to take it to the floor in a soft pile.

I’d seen his looks of hunger before but there was no doubt the man was going to devour me.

And I couldn’t wait.

Still gentle, still treating me as if I was fragile, he eased me down to the soft sheets. The cover had already been pulled, the lights dim and candles lit that I hadn’t noticed before. He was pulling out the stops to help me forget.

As he undressed, I was given a perfect view of his sculpted body. He was truly a blessing to every woman out there.

But as of this moment, he was mine.

All mine.

It was funny how I’d suddenly become the possessive one.

When he was finished, he peered down at me with his lust-filled eyes, shaking his head. “I’m a very lucky man.”

“And don’t you ever forget that.” I shook my head, licking my lips at the same time from the sight of his pulsing purple cockhead and low-hanging balls. My mouth couldn’t be watering any more than it was.

He lifted a single eyebrow before crawling onto the bed, immediately wrapping his arms around my legs, lifting them and my torso off the bed completely.

“It looks like someone needs a lesson in who owns who.” His voice was barely audible, a primal sound of growls and groans as he dropped his head, immediately sucking on my clit.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” I swept my arms out, raking them up and down the soft material before clutching a single pillow and yanking it over my face where I allowed myself to scream into it.

I was shocked how incredible the sensations were as he pulled the bud deep inside his mouth. I wriggled and tossed my head back and forth, finally dragging the pillow away the moment he swirled his tongue around it a few times. He was such an expert at this, slowly swiping just the tip all the way down the length of my pussy.

I’d learned through spending time with him that nirvana was a real plateau, a special place few visited. I was letting go already, not only of my inhibitions but of the darkness that had crowded my psyche. While I’d gone through something else horrific, the fact he’d been in my life, coming to my rescue had been healing.

His gentle touches and husky voice along with his near desperate need for me were a reminder that I would never allow anyone to take away a portion of my life ever again.

This was true living, not because of the posh surroundings or expensive champagne but because the man providing so much pleasure would die for me.

Somehow, he was able to drive several fingers into my tight channel, pumping them in and out as if he had all the time in the world. I felt every sensation, every electric vibration as if for the first time.

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