Page 155 of At the Edge of Surrender

Sex and greed and intoxicating spice.

Dizzy anticipation rolled through me.

The energy shifted, and Kane’s words turned to gravel. “You sure that’s what you want? You want to feel my cock stuffed deep in that sweet mouth the way I’ve been dying to do?”

“Yes. Possess me like this.”

I felt half shocked that the words fell from my tongue.

Pleas that wafted through the desire-coated air.

Magic eyes slipped over me, sparks in the darkest night.

“Please…I want to give you a little of what you’ve given me.”

“I wasn’t asking for a return.”

“I want to give it. I want to feel what it’s like. I want to give you pleasure, too, the way you promised me.” It rushed out of me.

“And here you were the one worried I was going to wreck you, and you have me standing here splintering apart,” he rumbled.

I eased up higher on my knees, and my trembling fingers went to the button of his jeans. I looked up at him as I undid it.

His gaze was unwavering and hot, scorching my flesh.

A low moan rolled out of him, and he reached down and grabbed the hem of his tee and pulled it up and over his head.

The air punched from my lungs. The sight of his ripplingabdomen and the strength of his chest. The horror and beauty of the designs that were etched into his skin.

His muscles rippled and bowed, and my throat went tight.

“You’re so beautiful.”

A low chuckle rolled out of him, and he dragged the tip of his thumb over my lips. “Nah, baby, there is no comparison to you. On your knees, your body quivering in need, and this face…fuck, this face could do a man in. Think I lose another part of myself every time I look at you.”

“It’s you who’s making me lose myself. You who’s changing everything.” Confusion poured out with the confession.

“I want to,” he murmured, his words a gruff caress. “I want to wipe the sadness from your face and the fear from your heart. Want to show you every pleasure this world has to offer. Want to be the one who has the honor of watching you glow. Because I saw it, shining all around you, this light that’s been dimmed. Want to help you set it free.”

“That’s what I feel. Right now. Free. You make me feel alive, Kane. Something I haven’t in so long, and in a way that I never have.” The words were haggard.

Something fierce ripped through his features.

Possession.

Devotion.

Lust.

I trembled beneath it.

“Because this is the way it’s supposed to be. You and me. Going to take care of you, Emery Voss.”

A shiver rocked me to the core.

I should refute it. Tell him that wasn’t what this was about.

But my throat went completely dry when he began to nudge his jeans over his hips, and chills streaked far and wide when his penis sprang free.

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