Page 62 of Too Lethal to Love

“Same here.” He shifted his hand between their bodies and slid his fingers against her wet clit. “Is the reason you haven’t been with anyone else because you’ve been thinking about me?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled his lip between her teeth and wiggled her hips closer to his hand.

He bit the shell of her ear. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” As he slipped a finger in her tight pussy and crooked it against her slick walls, all thoughts other than the pleasure Kane could incite fled. “Do it. Now, please.”

“The sound of you begging might be my favorite Christmas carol, sugarplum.” He added a second digit and danced them inside of her.

“I wasn’t begging.” She panted. “That was an order.”

“There’s that scary, sexy side I was talking about. Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Hooking his hands under her knees, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Ready for your Christmas present?”

He laid her down and eased inside her before she could respond. Stars rioted in her head as he stretched her to the point of pain. She panted as her body adjusted to the welcome intrusion that quickly spiraled into hot pleasure. Grasping his shoulder, she dug her fingers into his skin. Her other hand clasped warm, smooth steel at his hip.

He pulled his hips back, his cock still teasing, his arms securely around her.

She held him tighter. “Kane.”

“I’ve got you, sugarplum.”

“I know.” She’d never felt more secure in her life, but she was falling anyway and powerless to stop the plunge. “More, Kane. Give me all of you.” There was still space between their bodies. She wanted nothing between them.

No curse.

No secrets.

Not even air.

He pressed his mouth to hers, the tip of his cock hovering just inside her pussy. “Ready for me?”

She pressed her heels into his hard ass. Biting his lowerlip, she groaned into his mouth. “Show me those superpowers, soldier.”

The bed shook as he slammed into her. Her savage scream and his primordial grunt echoed in her brain as he covered her with his body and filled her completely.

He stilled. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She shifted her hands to his ass cheeks and squeezed.

He took the blatant hint. The slap of flesh on flesh on one side and flesh on steel on the other filled the small room as he set a punishing rhythm. He never pulled out completely, as if he couldn’t bear to lose this intimate, erotic contact as he played her pussy like it was a fiddle and his cock was the bow.

And damn, did they make wild, beautiful music together.

Helpless, she clung to him and savored each stroke, each curse from his lips. As he raised his head, she relished the vicious need in his eyes.

For two years, she’d felt out of control. But pinned under his unyielding body, unable to move except to hold on tight and whimper his name as her orgasm built and built, she’d never felt more in charge of her life.

Her choices.

Her heart.

In this moment, there were no doubts. No curses. Just her and her super soldier, and damn if he didn’t live up to her lofty expectations.

He snuck his hand between them and squeezed her clit. “Come for me, sugarplum.”

At his command, her orgasm spiraled into a twister. She whimpered his name. Another squeeze, another reminder he controlled her pleasure, and she burst into a million glowing pieces. His name ripped from her lips. A desperate plea forhim to come with her followed so they could experience the supernatural together.

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