Page 20 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

He chuckles, the sound rough and intimate, as I pull him toward me, using the heated length of his cock to lure him forward. “I can show you the spot.”

“Fuck, yes,” he rumbles, his breath gushing over me.

I widen my thighs to take the immense size of his pelvis. Kane slides a hand below my ass, the calluses deliciously chafing my sensitized skin as he lifts my hips off the bed, aligning me with his crown.

“Relax for me, baby.”

“I’m trying.” I gulp when he nudges against me.

“Rub your fingers over your clit, beautiful.”

This has never occurred to me, that I would touch myself while we have sex, but it’s hot. Really hot. Especially when his mouth hinges open as he pants, watching me.

“Goddamn,” he moans, “You make me fucking crazy.”

Then he’s pressing into me. Sliding his cock up and down against my labia until he’s notched into that aching, hungry spot that’s never had any penetration until Kane’s fingers went inside me.

Wet sounds fill the silence. Suddenly I feel very full. A heavy weight spreading me, and a rush of pleasure makes my fingers fumble.

Kane’s watching, mesmerized by the sight of his cock pressing into me. His throat working abruptly, a strangled sound rumbling through him.

I feel it through me as I lay, fascinated, whimpering with pleasure. Watching the bunch and shudder of his muscular chest as he slowly fills me.

“Oh god, I’m—” I don’t know what’s happening, but waves overtake me, my head throwing back. Pleasure ignites inside of me, so overwhelming that tears rush from my eyes, sobs lurching inside my chest.

Kane falls onto me with a grunt, his hand squeezing my butt brutally as he murmurs, “Oh, fuck. Baby. God. Yes. I took that fucking cherry, now soak my dick with your virgin honey.”

I’m so out of my head, my hands limp by my sides, I can’t even form a coherent sound. But Kane knows just what to do. He holds me, banding me in his strength and praises me.

Raining kisses over my face, my neck, he tells me I’m beautiful. I’m perfect. I’m his.

He kisses me, deeply, his chest heaving against mine, slicking my body with sweat. The kiss goes on and on, even when he starts to move, driving short, hard strokes at first. The thrusting grows longer, rougher, until I’m coming back to my body and my hands dig into his muscular, sweat-slicked back.

“Wrap your legs around me, tight.”

I’m shaky, so trembly, high as the clouds, when I manage to do what he says. Kane levers up on both hands, and drives into me, hitting someplace he’s never touched before.

Oh. Heaven above. “That’s so good. Don’t. Stop.”

“Never. Fucking, never stopping,” he growls. Punching his hips until I’m filled completely with his massive length. There’s pain. There’s delicious heat. The heavy size of him filling a place that was made for him.

“Oh goddamn, I’m coming, Eagle. Filling you with my cum, baby, just like the universe demanded. Fate. This is fucking fate.”

His rough, possessive words fill my head, my spasming heart, kicking me right over the edge.

ELEVEN

Kane

There’s a storm raging outside, but inside my mind there’s a calm I’ve never known.

Maybe it’s the release. All the built-up tension of wanting something… denying myself.

Then having it. Having her.

Shifting, I look down at Eagle. Bathed by firelight, warm, tucked beneath my arm, her head resting on my shoulder. Her hand on the eagle tattoo.

My heart is in a state of shock. Why does she feel like home?

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