Page 122 of Shadows of Ruin

He sucked my clit hard, and I knew I was headed for oblivion. The skillful stroke of his tongue in time with hisfingers brought me closer and closer, until suddenly I exploded.

He groaned, slowing his movements. “Fates, I’ll never have enough of you on my tongue.” He licked and kissed and refused to relent, even when I squirmed from the sensations.

Too much.

Not enough.

The orgasm did nothing to quench the desire building these past few days. A tugging inside of me flared at his touch, refusing to be sated. I knew I needed him deep inside me if I had any hope of quelling this uncontrollable urge to have him.

Have him completely mine.

Kade lifted his head, like he knew my very thoughts. He moved, crawling to his knees before spreading my legs wider as he rested between them. He pulled his fingers from me and put both of them in his mouth, licking them slowly, before leaning over me and kissing me.

His tongue swirled over mine, demanding my submission, and I was all too willing to give it.

He leaned back and removed his pants, stopping to stare at me as he stroked his cock once. Twice.

I leaned up, tugging his shirt. “Off.” Full sentences were impossible. I wanted to see all of him.

He tugged his shirt over his head and gave me the sexiest smirk as he went back to his cock. “Better?”

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

His smile widened, and he ran the tip of his cock over my slit. My eyes fluttered shut and he stopped.

“No,” I cried.

“Then look at me,” he said. “Watch me take you or I stop.”

My eyes flew open, meeting his, and he triumphantly smiled and lined himself up against me. I thought the torture would continue, but he gave me what I wanted, sliding into me.

I tensed when he made it halfway in and looked down to see where he was inside of me. Fates, watching him pressing into me. I was undone.

His body shook as he ran his hands over my thighs. “Relax your body, Little Rebel. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I reached for him, and he intertwined his hands with mine, bringing them over my head.

As my body relaxed, he slid farther in until he was to the hilt. Everything stopped. Nothing existed outside of Kade and this moment. His breath against my face came out shaky. He rested his forehead on mine. “The soul-searing memories of being inside of you did zero justice to the real thing. You were made for me, Illiana.”

He kissed my lips, my entire body melting into him. He slid out of me, and when he didn’t thrust back in right away, I almost cried at the loss of him.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Mmm.” I choked back the plea. “Say what?”

“Tell me you were made for me.”

“I was made for you,” I answered, as reverently as a prayer.

He slammed into me, then torturously slowly pulled out again. “Again.”

“I was made for you,” I said louder this time. The words were barely off my lips when he dragged us upward to rest on his knees. He wrapped one hand around my throat and another around my back.

“You are mine,” he growled before taking my bottom lip between his teeth. He nipped at me, and it snapped that tugging, deep tether inside of me.

“Harder,” I demanded, no longer satisfied with his speed. I needed this at my pace. As much as he claimed I was his, Kade Blackthorn was mine.

He obeyed, his own control slipping as he took me overand over, holding my body on top of his and demanding every pleasurable sound that escaped me.

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