Page 150 of At the Edge of Surrender

But right in that second, I didn’t care.

I needed this. I needed to feel. I needed to feel something else than the sorrow and the dread that had taken me captive. Needed to feel something other than the loss.

“Kane.” I muttered his name against the press of his lips.

“Right here, Little Warrior. I’m right here. Use up whatever you need of me.”

His hands skidded down the sides of my throat before one twined in the fall of my hair and the other wrapped around my waist.

He jerked me forward.

Up against the hard, packed planes of his immaculate body.

This fierce, terrifying, brutal man who made me feel as if I were flying.

A moan worked free.

A garbledyes.

His tongue stroked out, and I nearly wept.

It felt so good. Felt so good to find this freedom. This thing that hadn’t existed in me until I methim.

I opened and slid my tongue against his.

Heat exploded, and my insides turned molten.

Need gushed through my body.

Every inch of me throbbing and pleading as I fell completely into him.

He groaned into the mania of the kiss. “Em-Girl. So fucking good. You’ve got me so spun up, don’t even recognize myself.”

I whimpered, and he turned so he could back me across the floor and toward his room, never breaking the frenzy of the kiss as we went.

He closed the door behind us then spun me and pinned me against it.

I hit the wood with a softthunk, and the hand on my back slid down to my knee. He drew it up to hook around his hip then he pressed himself to the pulsing of my center.

I rasped at the bliss that spread through me with the sensation.

“You still with me, Little Warrior? You good with this?” he rumbled.

“So good.”

It was a ramble.

Unintelligible.

No logical thought within reach.

Because the only thing I could process was how he felt.

So hard and huge.

Daunting and formidable.

And I was completely blown away that the only thing I felt was pleasure in the middle of it.

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