Page 82 of A Reign of Roses
I nodded, panting, nearly contracting,moaning—
“Shh,” he soothed. “Relax.”
Deep breaths—I sucked in deep, bracing breaths.
Kane brought his hot tongue to my aching nipple—the one he’d been toying with—and dipped his mouth to suck on the tender bud.
The pleasure…It wasmind-bending.
He snarled softly around my breast in deep satisfaction.
At the same time, he dragged a single finger through me to bring the slickness there back to the little bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. While my head emptied out completely, Kane rolled his fingers across the spot, pinching and soothing until I was pleading for more.
Disregarding his earlier instruction to goeasy, I pressed down the front of his pants again, palming him, rubbing him, brushing my thumb over the head of his—
“Fuck,” Kane ground out against my collarbone, and my skin might have gleamed with how wanton that noise made me feel.
“Please, please…” I mumbled. “Please—”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, all right.”
Kane removed his hand from between my legs and I could have sobbed from the loss. But he unlaced his pants deftly and I whimpered when his cock sprang free, bulging with a desire that looked almost painful and leaking from the tip.
I ran my thumb across the moisture there, a little mesmerized, and Kane’s whole body shook as he allowed me, patiently, to stroke him.
His grunts were raw and guttural, and sparks shot through me at the sounds, collecting in my chest and between my legs. I reached for his lips with mine, feeling only warmth and breath when our mouthsbrushed clumsily. Too distracted to kiss with any real skill, but licking and skating across each other nonetheless.
Closer—
I wanted to be closer. I wanted to be joined. And never parted. Not ever again.
When his eyes drifted, dazed, to mine, they turned just as impatient. Kane angled my body up slightly, lifting my skirts until we were aligned. His eyes found mine once more, those unwavering slate eyes brimming with love and just a sliver of worry. I nodded to reassure him—
Yes,yes—
Kane parted me with his length and nudged inside.
I was wetter than I think either of us had anticipated, and Kane groaned as he slid in to the hilt, stumbling into me a little, stretching me so fully that I clawed at the bark of the tree as I cried out.
“Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head.
But I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak around the obscene, magnificent fullness. Our bodies—it was like we’d been made for each other. Kane slowed his first thrust, allowing me to adjust to his size. When I opened my eyes, I found him staring down at me, that silver gazeshining.
I’d missed Kane beyond what I believed were the boundaries of human heartache. I’d seen his face in every tall, dark-haired male far away enough for me to squint at. Heard his voice in my head before my own. Smelled cedar and leather every morning as I awoke, remnants from my dreams bleeding into day. And each night, I’d fallen asleep to memories—the look of awe on Kane’s face, lit by guttering candlelight as he’d touched me for the first time in Siren’s Bay. Hissensuous smirk when I slapped him in his own throne room. The way he’d held me in that rain-drenched clearing after Halden held me captive.
All of that misery.
All the agony of missing him more than I knew someone could missanything—
And for him, it had been worse.
He’d thought I was dead.
That was all I could think of as Kane brushed stray hairs from my face, his breathing uneven, releasing the rare male whimper or sigh. All I could think of as he gripped my hips to angle me around him, grasping my breast through my shirt, burying his face in my neck and inhaling me.
I fisted my hands in his dark hair, damp and dotted with snow, and brought my lips lightly to his temple, pressing myself into him even farther, canting my hips around him, closing my eyes—
