Page 71 of Tangled

But I’m not losing. And I’m certainly not fighting him. I handing myself over to him, trusting him to please my body—and slowly allowing him into my heart at the same time.

Kane rises from the floor, bringing his fingers to his mouth where he sucks them clean.

“Fucking perfect,” he mumbles before reaching for his shirt, pulling the black fabric up and over his head, revealing that chiseled chest to me that should come with a warning label.

Warning: prolonged exposure to mountains of muscle covered in tattoos will result in wet panties and heavy panting. Possible side effects: not being able to control yourself and dropping to your knees at the first sight of them.

I push myself off of the bed, locking eyes with him as he watches me discard my sweater, leaving me in nothing but my bra. I push the straps down off of my shoulders and release the clasp so I’m completely naked, but his eyes never wander. They stay locked with mine until I drop to my knees and reach for the belt on Kane’s pants.

“Olivia,” his raspy voice calls to me, sounding like he’s struggling to keep his cool.

“My turn to taste you, Kane,” I smile while looking up at him again. And the way he’s looking down on me makes me feel cherished, even though we’re both insanely aroused right now. The bulge in Kane’s jeans strains against the fabric, so I work quickly to release him and grant him some relief.

Pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs, Kane helps me remove his pants completely so his naked body stands before me, like a Greek sculpture. The man has the body of a God. His muscles have muscles. I could spend all night licking every crevice of his physique and I still would want to do it again.

I reach for his length, hard and pulsing in front of me, wrapping my hands around him as I pump him in my palm.

“Fuck, Liv…”

His hands reach for my face, pushing my hair that fell from my ponytail out of the way so he can see me.

And when he looks at me again, he smiles—an innocent, pure, and soft lift of his lips that hits me hard in my chest.

I surrender myself to that feeling and then bring him to my mouth, dying to show him how much I want him, how much I need him, how much I care for him too. His reverent grin disappears as his eyes close and he moans in ecstasy.

“Fuck.”

I flutter my tongue along the underside of his head and then swirl it around, taking him deep in my throat, feeling him grow harder with each movement. Kane’s hands find my head, guiding me up and down his length in a suggestive way, but never making me feel like I’m not in control.

I hear his breathing quicken, his inhales becoming short and sharp as I continue to pull him in and out of my mouth, using my hand to pleasure him simultaneously and cup his balls just as he pulls away.

“If you keep doing that, I’m never going to get to fuck you, Liv,” Kane says as he helps me up and pulls my lips to his, kissing me intently before backing us up to the bed.

Kane motions for me to scoot back as he climbs on the bed, following me until my head hits the pillows. He moves one of his hands to my chest, pressing lightly between my breasts before dragging his fingers down my sternum and further to my belly button, swirling the tips of his fingers around the soft skin of my stomach and then back up to my breasts, circling my nipples.

“You’re beautiful, baby. I could stare at you all night,” he whispers while lowering his forehead to mine as he continues to caress my flesh.

“Please, Kane… you’re driving me crazy,” I whine, the pressure between my legs building again so intensely, I feel like I could come just from the soft touches he’s giving my body right now.

Kane leans down to plant a soft kiss on my lips before reaching for his nightstand and fetching a condom. I watch him tear the foil with his teeth, sitting back on his legs to sheath himself. Once he’s protected, he hovers over me again and locks his eyes with mine, the stars above us shining through the skylight in his bedroom.

Above me is this man, surrounded by darkness—yet all I see is the light he’s brought back into my life.

He lines himself up to my entrance. “Look at me, Olivia. Don’t look away… I want to see you when I take you this time.”

I nod, my eyes never leaving his as he plunges into me, taking a few solid strokes before he bottoms out. Our breaths catch simultaneously when he reaches the furthest point inside, and I feel myself sigh in contentment—the feeling of being connected physically to Kane again almost too much to process.

“Fuck, baby. You feel incredible…” Kane says as he starts to move, setting a pace that is both intense yet luxurious.

My hands travel all over his shoulders and back as he moves inside of me, our bodies rocking together, feeding off of one another and pleasuring each other instinctually. His lips press to mine again, swirling our tongues together while he continues to fuck me.

Kane reaches down and hooks his arm under one of my knees, pulling the leg up and over his shoulder, sending him even deeper into my wet heat.

“Oh…” I moan, closing my eyes and relishing in the feeling of Kane’s cock as he moves, hitting the furthest point inside over and over again.

“Fuck, baby…”

“More Kane…”

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