Page 151 of At the Edge of Surrender

“Fuck me, Emery. What are you doing to me? How’s it you’ve got me on my knees?”

In it, I could feel his true confusion. As if he had never felt anything like this, either. As if I wasn’t alone in this being different.

This connection that pulled at every molecule in my being, drawing me toward him.

“It’s me that you’re destroying. Why do you feel so good?” My words were woven in the frantic tangle of our tongues.

Delirium.

It’s what it had to be.

Hoisting me higher, Kane grabbed onto my other leg and wrapped that around his waist, too.

My feet were no longer on solid ground.

I guessed they hadn’t been since I’d met him.

He held me up with both hands on my outer thighs and my back pinned to the door. Gripping tight as he rubbed himself against me.

“Like that, baby? Just the brush of my cock, and you want to ignite?”

A rash of chills skated at the coarse words he demanded into the kiss.

“Yes.”

Yes, so much yes.

We were both fully clothed, yet I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so exposed.

The way fire rocketed through me with every rock of his hips. The man pressing and rolling as pleasure raced and gathered.

Rising and lifting with each stroke.

I almost wanted to laugh at how absurd it was, that the man was dry humping me against the wall and it was still the most scandalous thing I’d ever done.

Especially with knowing who he was.

What he meant.

But I was too busy getting sucked down into the depths of those emerald eyes when he broke the frantic kiss so he could angle back to look at me. Too busy getting my heart tangled up in the wild possession that was carved into every line on his face. Too busy watching his tongue stroke out to wet his plush, velvet lips.

“Look at you, Emery. So fucking gorgeous I can’t get a full breath. Watching you come alive under my hands. Like you’ve been waiting on the right time to bloom. Want to watch that happen. Want to make that happen. Watch you shine all that beauty that you’ve kept trapped.”

He dove back in, kissing me.

Kissing me into madness.

Kissing me into confusion.

Into euphoria.

The same way as he drove my body.

He suddenly hoisted me higher, and my arms looped around his neck as he carried me across his room to a wing chair that sat under the windows that overlooked the backyard.

The emerging glow of the moon scattered silvered light into the room.

I whimpered when he settled me onto the chair.

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