Page 237 of At the Edge of Surrender

Until she was writhing and thrashing.

I curled a hand around the front of her throat and dragged her back against me, pulling her higher up on her knees.

“Kane,” she begged at the change in position.

“Show me how bad you need it,” I growled at her ear.

She did exactly that.

Rocking down hard on my dick. Taking me rough and wild and with everything she had.

Energy lifted. That thing that only existed between us. Vapor that clouded the lust-addled air. Spinning us into a perfect disorder.

Both of us so close.

Right there.

Her body glowed and my stomach twisted.

“Come for me, Little Warrior. You don’t have to fight me. Not ever again.”

Loved the sensation that burst through me when she splintered, this woman’s pleasure in my hands as she came undone.

Her walls throbbed and spasmed as she pulled me apart.

Orgasms ripping through us both. The greatest kind of pleasure as we soared. Lights flashed behind my eyes, so fucking bright as I poured myself into the tight clutch of her heat.

Claiming her the way she’d claimed me.

We both were sucking for air as we reoriented ourselves. As the frenzy we’d incited calmed to a warm glow.

Where we rested in the silence and just knew.

I wrapped my arms around her way up high, pinning her arms to her sides as I drew her fully against me. Her back to my chest, her mussed hair in my face. “I love you so fucking much, Emery Voss. You are my everything. My heart and my soul and my body will always belong to you.”

She shifted her head so that she could cut her eye toward me. “And you, Kane Asher, are my complete surrender.”

And that familiarity surged. The way it felt like I’d known her the moment I met her.

The connection that thrummed.

And I didn’t understand why my guts twisted in it. In a dread. The faint memory that fluttered in the recesses of my mind, the frayed threads dancing around the periphery of my being.

Understanding just out of reach.

FIFTY-ONE

EMERY

“Then there wasa girl named Sadie, and another boy named Lenny, and another one called Peter. And we can’t even forget my very best friend Nolan who did so manyfwips, and I did almost as many, and did you know he’s my cousin?”

It was just before two in the afternoon, and Maci skipped along at my side as I climbed the stairs after doing a load of laundry, the child chattering nonstop.

Kane was at the club receiving a shipment. He was barely a mile away, but he’d still posted Otto out front.

I wasn’t sure it was necessary. Weeks had passed since I’d been attacked in the grocery store parking lot, but Kane insisted we needed to be cautious. The things he’d witnessed and experienced in his sordid, vile world made him unwilling to take the chance.

He promised it wouldn’t always be that way. That once they caught the guy, he wouldn’t be so overprotective.

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