Page 18 of Enticing Kane

Her body fell back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. Kane inched his way back up her body. Her legs fell open wider as he settled himself between her thighs. The head of his cock nudged her opening before he grasped her hips and thrust himself inside. Maggie damn near climaxed for a second time just from the way he entered her.

Suddenly she understood. This wasn’t just sex. This was possession.

He stilled, and he looked down at her. “You’re so beautiful, and you’re mine—not just at the dig, but after.”

Maggie nodded as she reached up and moved her hand down the side of his face. “Please. I need more.”

He didn’t hesitate. He dragged himself back and then surged in again. Maggie cried out from the feelings coursing through her body. The one fantasy that had helped her sleep at night had just been fulfilled. This was way better than her dreams, though.

“Come for me again, Maggie. I want to feel you come when I’m buried deep inside you.”

His possession had been almost enough to make her come. The command in his voice had set her free and she cried out as her pussy clamped down on him. He began to pound into her—driving deep, hard, and fast. He changed the angle of his body, forcing her to take more of his weight. Again and again, he thrust into her, allowing her no respite as he took what he needed from her, her inner walls shaking and quivering.

Maggie’s breath sped up, and the noises she was making became little whimpers as a third orgasm approached faster than she had thought it would. Who was she kidding? Her past experiences in bed had resulted in a single orgasm… if she was lucky. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, wildly aroused and terrified at the same time by the power he had over her already.

“Again, Maggie,” he growled.

It was as if his words commanded her body to do as he wanted. She fell—no leaped—over the precipice into ecstasy as he gave a final, ferocious thrust deep inside her. She screamed into his mouth as her pussy spasmed and clamped down hard, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold, greedily milking his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

When he was done, he settled on her, almost smothering her with his weight before wrapping his arms around her body and rolling them to the side, still connected. She fell asleep or passed out—she was never sure which—until he woke her some time deep in the night to have her again.

Maggie had come awake the first time to find herself on her side, facing the tent wall with Kane spooned against her back, his arm thrown over her middle with his hand resting on her mound, as if declaring even in sleep that she was his and that her sex belonged to him. She’d found his other arm stretched over her head and had reached up to intertwine their fingers.

The next time, he’d awakened her by rolling her onto her belly, pulling her back to the center of the bed where he’d dragged her up onto her knees, kneeling behind her and shoving himself deep in her pussy. At first, she’d struggled, worried that it might not be her pussy he meant to use. While one hand gripped her hip, the other wrapped around the back of her neck, keeping her face against the mattress.

“You stay where I put you,” he rumbled. “Not that I don’t have plans for that sweet little ass of yours, but not here and not tonight.”

“Kane…” she started, and then conversation and thinking was no longer needed as he shoved himself deep and rode her hard through three orgasms before driving deep and filling her completely with his warm cum.

He eased her down, still buried deep inside her. “Sleep,” he commanded. “I won’t be here when you wake in the morning, but never doubt that the time of my fantasizing about you has come to an end. I mean to have the reality of your being mine. Do you understand me?”

Happily, she said nothing and drifted off to sleep. She might not know where the future would take them, but she meant to enjoy the here and now. Whatever was happening at the dig was still frightening, but she feared it less knowing Kane would be with her.

Chapter Nine

Maggie

Afew days later, Maggie knelt beside the freshly unearthed stone slab, her fingers trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The dig had been grueling, every layer of earth peeled back with painstaking care, every artifact cataloged and preserved. But now, after weeks of intense labor and careful excavation, they had found it—the artifact that had been hinted at in the ancient symbols she and her team had worked so hard to decipher. The ones that had seemed to belong to a far more ancient time.

It was smaller than she had expected, almost unremarkable at first glance. In fact, if she hadn’t been searching for it, she might have missed it. The device, nestled within a protective casing of stone and metal, was unlike anything Maggie had ever seen before. It was smooth and sleek, with strange markings etched into its surface that seemed to pulse with a faint, almost imperceptible light. Despite its age, the artifact looked almost new, as if it had been hidden away and preserved perfectly for this moment.

Her breath caught in her throat as she leaned in closer, her eyes wide with wonder. This was it. The culmination of all their efforts, the answer to the mystery that had drawn them to this remote and dangerous corner of the world. And yet, as she reached out to touch the device, a shiver of unease ran down her spine.

“Maggie, be careful,” Hassan’s voice broke through her reverie, his tone laced with caution. He stood beside her; his expression serious as he watched her examine the artifact. “We don’t know what this thing is capable of.”

“I know. Hell, we don’t even know what it is,” Maggie replied, though her voice was tinged with uncertainty. She hesitated, her hand hovering above the device. The excitement that had driven her to this moment was now tempered by the fear of the unknown, of the potential danger that lay within this ancient relic.

Sara, her interpreter and also a member of the dig team, approached with the specialized tools they hoped would safely extract the artifact from its casing. “We should document everything carefully before we proceed,” she suggested, her voice calm and professional despite the tension in the air.

Maggie nodded, grateful for Sara’s steady presence. “Right. Let’s take it slow and do this by the book.”

They began the process of documenting the artifact, taking photographs, measurements, and detailed notes. Maggie’s heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread as they worked, the weight of the discovery settling heavily on her shoulders. This was no ordinary find. The strange markings on the device, the unearthly glow—it all pointed to something far beyond the realm of normal archaeology.

As they carefully removed the last of the surrounding debris, revealing the artifact in its entirety, Maggie felt a surge of triumph. This was it—the moment she had been working toward for so long. But with that triumph came a deep, unsettling sense of responsibility. Whatever this device was, it was powerful, and in the wrong hands, she feared it could be catastrophic.

Maggie reached out again, her fingers brushing lightly against the cool surface of the artifact. The markings seemed to react to her touch, the faint light pulsing a little stronger, as if responding to her presence. A thrill of fear and excitement shot through her, but she forced herself to remain calm, to focus on the task at hand.

Before she could fully grasp the significance of what she was holding, a shout rang out from the edge of the dig site, shattering the tense silence. Maggie’s head snapped up, her heart leaping into her throat as she saw Rupert Langley storming toward them, his face twisted in an angry mask of determination.

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