Page 190 of At the Edge of Surrender

“Please, Kane, I can’t take it,” I rasped, already writhing. I’d waited far too long for this.

To feel.

To experience.

Kane chuckled. “So needy. Such a good girl, aren’t you? Dripping for me? Aching for me? Begging for me?”

For a beat he was gone, pulling a condom from the drawer next to his bed and covering himself.

He returned in a flash, continuing to kiss a path up my body as he climbed onto the bed.

He came all the way up, hovering close as he gathered me in both arms.

Heat burned in the space between us, and I could feel his cock just skim against my belly.

Those penetrating eyes pinned me to the mattress as he gazed down.

Greed and adoration filled his features. A tumultuous riot that crashed and pulled and dented every line on his face.

And I wondered if he had the power to see straight down into my soul.

Because he dipped down close to my mouth and murmured, “You don’t have to wait anymore.”

I felt the blunt head of him at my center before he started to push inside me.

Tiny nudges that completely obliterated as he slowly filled me, inch by inch.

The size of him the most sublime sort of pain.

A gasp ripped up my throat and my entire being bowed. My body levitated up to meet with his as my nails clawed at the hard expanse of his back.

Breaths raking from my lungs, I struggled to adjust to him. To his size and his presence and the truth of what this meant.

Kane growled a gluttonous sound.

Feral and wild.

Nearly unhinged.

He edged back, his expression raging, though his hand was gentle as he brushed back a lock of my hair that stuck to my cheek. Those eyes flicked over my face.

Searching.

Seeking.

Seeing.

“You good?” he rumbled through his restraint.

Tears blurred my eyes, overcome by the emotion that swept me. By this man who’d become everything that I never thought I’d have. “I don’t think I’ve ever beengoodbefore. Not until right now…here…with you.”

Softness rippled through his features, and the fingers that had been brushing through my hair trailed down my cheek. “Nothing, Emery. Not one thing has ever been this good. Not until you.”

And God, I felt myself breaking. Splintering apart as he slowly withdrew then slowly drove back in.

Carefully watching me again.

A long sound of approval rolled out of me, my chest quaking with the ravaging of my heart.

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