Page 159 of At the Edge of Surrender

And that was that.

I was done for.

Coming apart.

Bliss breaking.

Desire and her own kind of bliss tremored through her as I came in her mouth, dumping myself deep, the woman swallowing me down as she shot me to the highest high.

Ecstasy tore through me on a storm of chaos.

“Nothing. Nothing is better than this, Little Warrior. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled.

Tremors were still wracking me, but I didn’t give either of us time to recover.

I scooped her off the floor, holding her high as I shoved two fingers into her throbbing pussy. The woman dripping and needy, just like I knew she’d be.

Her arms flew around my neck, and she gasped my name.

“Kane.”

“Told you I was going to take care of you. Told you I was going to show you every kind of pleasure. Again and again. For as long as you’ll let me.”

I knew I was speaking forever, but I could no longer imagine my life without her in it.

I turned around and sat on the edge of my bed, leaving her straddling me on her knees. I kept driving my fingers inside her, her walls clamping down, the sounds coming out of her mouth nearly doing me in all over again.

I pressed my thumb to her clit.

Rubbing and rolling it in time.

Took all of a minute for her to go off again. For her nails to sink deep into my shoulders and her hot, tight body to wheel and writhe with pleasure.

“Kane. Oh my God. You…”

“Know it, Little Warrior. You don’t have to fight it. You don’t have to fight me. Give it to me. Give me your surrender.”

She pressed her face into the side of my neck as she came and came on my fingers. Her cries buried in my flesh and sinking down into the middle of me. I held her in it. Letting her soar for the longest time.

The drive of my fingers gentled as I guided her through the aftershocks.

Her breaths were harsh and shallow as she sagged against me, and she clung to me for what felt like forever, which was something I’d be all too happy to do.

Hold her forever.

I felt her swallow when she finally came back. When her awareness hit the ground and dragged her back down into her reality.

Reservations and questions resurfaced in a beat.

Emery edged back, peering at me through something that both looked like wariness and wonder.

I knew what she thought.

We weren’t supposed to do this.

To her, it was wrong.

Some kind of betrayal to her sister.

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