Page 186 of At the Edge of Surrender

He rubbed his hardness between my trembling thighs.

A growl rolled through his wide, wide chest.

On a ragged gasp, I arched up.

“That what you want, Little Warrior? You want to feel my cock buried so deep inside you that you can’t feel anything else? Nothing else but the pleasure I’m going to bring you?”

I writhed against him, and my nails raked down the fabric of his tee that covered his back. “Yes. I want to feel it. I want to feel you.”

His mouth came to my ear, his words a raw rasp. “I’m going to mark myself so deep in you that you can never erase me. Going to claim you in every way. Going to write you in ecstasy.”

He began to kiss along my jaw, rumbling as he licked across the sensitive flesh. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

Arousal rushed, pulsing through my body and trembling my thighs.

“So needy,” he said as he continued down the column of my neck, his lips raving across my collarbone and down to the exposed skin on my chest. “Can scent you, Emery. I know that you’re soaked. Dripping for me.”

I squirmed as he let his mouth wander along the neckline of my tee then lower over my shirt.

I gasped when he pulled my nipple between his teeth, and my shoulders arched from the bed.

There was far too much fabric separating us, but maybe it was exactly what he intended, because there wasn’t an ounce of pain in the bare sting. It was only enough to send a bolt of desire streaking to my center.

My hands fisted in his hair. “Kane. Don’t play with me. I need?—”

“Going to give it to you. All of it.” He lifted his head, and my belly tumbled at what was engraved in his features.

His own vulnerability seeping through.

“All of me,” he murmured in that scratchy, rough voice.

I should reject it, but I couldn’t.

Not anymore.

That was probably what should have scared me the most, but instead, I was stretching out a shaky hand, touching the defined angles of his unforgettable face as I whispered, “All of me.”

Emerald eyes flashed, and he edged back and lifted onto his knees.

He looked so imposing there.

Glorious and awestriking as he reached for the hem of his tee and slowly peeled it over his head.

My mouth went dry, throat squeezing at the sight.

All that golden, inked flesh on display, the dueling demons on either pec twitching over the packed, hard muscle that bowed and flexed.

Chest wide and abdomen trim, his hip bones jutting out over the waistline of his jeans.

I gulped, and the words I released were shallow and thin. “You’re so beautiful, Kane. This terrifying beauty that captured me the first time I saw you. There was something that first time…something inside me that the sight of you unlocked.”

“Was never a believer in fate or any of that bullshit. Not until I met you,” he mumbled.

Maybe it’d been the same for both of us.

That instant when our spirits had met.

Because what I’d felt for him had been impossible.

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