Page 138 of A Promise of Peridot
“More,” I begged, rocking against him. The need was near ruinous. Liquefying my core and making me lightheaded.
His silver eyes were raised up to the gossamer canopy of the bed as if he were praying to those Fae Gods. Pools of sunset light highlighted his furrowed brow and taut cheekbones. His jaw tight, teeth clenched. I lifted a hand to his face to ease the tension.
“I’m fine, Kane,” I whispered. Was that what he was worried about? “You don’t have to be so gentle with me.”
“Please, stop,” he ground out. “Just for— I just need a moment.”
“Stop?”
“Talking, moving, breathing...” he said between clenched teeth.
I laughed a bit and dragged my hands down his long back until I felt him shiver. “I thought you were the great Kane Ravenwood, king of sex, stamina of a racehorse, unwavering will of a dragon—”
“Look who’s being cruel now,” he said, eyes finally meeting mine with a tilted grin that told me how much he liked it. “I can’t help it. You unravel me.”
He pushed into me just a little more, and I clenched around him. Clawed at him. This was—
It was too—
Oh, Stones.
“Again,” I begged him, breathless.
His impressive length sank even deeper inside of me than I thought possible, and a delicious, satisfying ache spread from mycore across my limbs. I stifled a moan. And that spot at the apex of my thighs, throbbing,pulsingwith need—
My breath hitched in my chest and he edged into me until I was sealed tight around him and I knew he couldn’t thrust any deeper. Until a moment later he did just that, and an absurd moan split from me. I slapped a hand over my mouth to cover the mortifying noise.
But Kane pried my fingers from my lips. “Never do that again,” he warned, eyes lit with something primal. “I want to hear every sound you make when I am inside you.”
I held his gaze as he shifted my legs to open me up wider, to accommodate just a bit more of his length. My eyes rolled back as the angle pressed him into my innermost wall, and I squirmed from the chaos it released across my body.
And the noises. The sound of our joining, of him rutting inside of me. Filthy, obscene, soaking wet—
Kane pulled out almost fully, and I nearly clawed at his chest to bring him back, to sheath him inside me once again, but he did just that. He thrust into me nearly to the hilt. Pleasure built. Low in my stomach, and pinching at my nipples—
“Does that feel good?” he asked with no cockiness, no pride.
“So, so good,” I babbled. “Kane—”
It was so good I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand it, but he didn’t relent, pushing into me at a steady rhythm, and nudging that spot deep inside me that wound me tighter and tighter andtighter—
“Say it—” A slow pumping. A stifled groan. “Say it again.”
I knew what he was asking for. “I love you,” I said. And repeated it, over and over, lifting my lips to his, sighing into his mouth as he thrust, too dazed by explicit splendor to really kiss, but still shivering from the feeling of his tongue against my parted lips.
He lifted my knee a little, and I was already so close, so lewdly, shamefully wet, our friction had soaked my thighs and the silky sheets beneath us, and I needed—needed—that release and—
I cried out with the new fullness of him as he sank in again. He groaned once, looking down at that spot where our joined bodies met. At me, so full ofhim.
I didn’t ever want it to be over. I wanted to stay in this moment with him. To continue to be one.
As if he could feel me holding on, his lips curved and he wrapped an arm underneath me, rolling us so I was on top of him.
I groaned at the sensation of our shift, and he swore in unison. I wouldn’t be able to handle it—
“Use me,” he growled.
I did as I was told, sinking down deeper onto him, my own body sucking him in. Bracing my hands on his muscled chest. He felt like hot, slick marble. Carved and cut and strong.
