Page 35 of Strictly Forbidden

I slipped one arm around his neck, crushing my hand around the massive cords while he dominated my tongue. He was even more impressive in the light. If that was possible. And the kiss was positively magical.

He was making enough growling sounds a shiver continued to shift down my spine. How could any man be so intoxicatingly gorgeous? The kiss wasn’t just a roar of passion but a moment where all time stopped. I’d read about such insanity in the very romance novels I’d mentioned, but to experience it was a freefalling moment.

If only every kiss could be like this.

Maybe it was with this man. Who knew?

As he finally crushed the full weight of his body against mine, a rush of sensations tore through me. He was harder than the night before, if that was even possible. He slipped his arm behind my back, forcing me into a deep arc. When he pulled one of my legs into his hand, bending and lifting it at the knee, I could tell I was swooning.

Kage took his time both with the kiss and with rubbing his hand down the outside of my thigh. Our actions became more intense, the need growing to the point I couldn’t breathe. When he finally pulled his lips from mine, I was already panting.

“What about breakfast?” I asked, no longer recognizing my own voice.

“It can wait.”

Another nervous laugh bubbled to the surface as he nipped my lower lip, the rugged sounds he was making adding to the sexual tension. The pause in the action only intensified the moment, keeping stars floating in front of my eyes.

Something happened between us at the same time and we suddenly were fighting to get the other’s clothes off. I almost ripped his shirt in my effort to yank it over his head. My laugh was still nervous but more from the sexual tension than anything.

As soon as our shirts were off, the fact I hadn’t worn a bra seemed to delight him. The next sound he made was a satisfied grunt like an animal in the wild as he cupped both my breasts. When he reached around me, I couldn’t figure out what he was doing.

Until he lifted his hand. Oh, shit, his fingers were covered in butter. I wasn’t certain whether to be horrified or excited. When he slathered my nipples with the soft goo, I couldn’t seem to move a muscle.

He wasted no time dipping his head and I threw mine back. I was pulled into a sweet moment of feeling outside my own body as he sucked on first one hard tip then the other. Goddamn, even the sounds he was making were adding to the fever we were obviously both experiencing.

Why I was pushing at his shoulders was beyond me. I wanted to draw him in closer, to experience every inch of the glorious man.

He squeezed my breasts until I cried out from a flash of pain, his added breathless sounds making me crazy. My entire body was already overheating, my core an active volcano. Within a few seconds, an utter frenzy rushed into the both of us and we started ripping at each other’s jeans, both finding it impossible to get rid of the dense material fast enough. The boots were the worst part, my groans matching his as I struggled to yank off the last one.

When we were completely naked, I sensed he wasn’t in the mood for wasting any time, especially since he raked his arm across the counter. Gasping, I was terrified he’d toss glass jars onto the floor. He was meticulous in creating a space like he was at everything else. He lifted me from the floor, planting my bottom on the slick counter, not satisfied until he’d tugged me to the very edge.

But that still wasn’t enough for the rough and tumble man until he’d thrust his cock deep inside.

“Oh. God.” I slapped one hand on the counter, sending the butter flying, my other against his chest. The vibrations searing every nerve ending were white-hot and I could no longer think clearly.

I had no idea how this man knew exactly what I needed, but I didn’t care at this point. I was simply enjoying every aspect of what we were sharing. A true fantasy.

He lifted his head, his smile like that of a truly evil man as he pulled out until just the tip was inside. When he plunged into me again, my entire body was jarred. But I loved it, even scratching my nails down his arms,

“You know how to tease me,” he huffed under his breath.

“Is that what I’m doing?” I was still out of breath, finding it almost impossible to focus let alone put words together that made any sense.

“Mmmm… Yeah, baby girl. Careful doing that cause I am one bad man.”

“So you say. Liar.”

His laugh boomed into the kitchen and he pulled out once again, this time slamming into me, pushing me back until I was at a completely different angle. I slapped my hand against the cabinet with one hand, now digging the same fingernails of my other into his arm.

The insanity of how I was perched threw me, pushing me straight into a line of utter bliss. Holy shit, it wasn’t going to be long until I came in a rushing orgasm. I couldn’t stop panting, which matched the rapid beating of my heart as he pounded into me.

I’d never had a man take me this brutally before. I did what I could to accept and enjoy. I held onto him, almost as if for dear life. As I wrapped both legs around his massive thighs, he lifted his head long enough to grin.

“What’s wrong, baby? Afraid I’ll drop you?” His deep voice sent another wave of penetrating sensations through me, little pings of electricity that kept me on fire. I was burning so hot, beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face.

This was the kind of sex I’d always wanted. Messy and hot.

“Would you?”

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