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I can’t hold back the desire lighting up my body like fireworks.
Morgana is going to be mine.
CHAPTER 6
MORGANA
The door slams shut behind us, and Kane’s mouth is on mine before I can take another breath. This kiss is nothing like the one in the bar, this is pure hunger. His hands are in my hair, on my waist, pressing me back against the door.
I try to form a coherent thought, try to process what’s happening, but then his mouth moves to my neck, and rational thinking becomes impossible. His mouth is hot on my skin below my ear, and it makes me gasp and arch into him, my whole body coming alive.
“Kane,” I moan, my body lighting up with a blinding intensity as Kane’s hands move over my skin.
His hands find the hem of my dress, and before I can think about what’s happening, he’s pushing it up my thighs. The cool air hits my heated skin, and I shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the fire in his touch.
“I need you,” he says, and the desperation in his voice makes something clench low in my belly. “Right now. I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t,” I manage, surprising myself with how breathless I sound. “Don’t wait.”
His eyes go dark, feral, and then his hands are hooking into my panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. I step out of them, legs trembling, and he kicks them aside without breaking eye contact.
“Lift your leg,” he commands, voice pure gravel.
I do, hooking it over his hip, and I gasp when I feel how hard and thick he is. Part of my brain says I should slow down and think of this, but the lust and need coursing through my body silence that voice when I see the hot desire in Kane’s eyes.
He groans when he touches my throbbing core, and I shiver as his fingers tease at my clit. “Morgana…”
I can’t form words. I can only grip his shoulders as he positions himself. When he pushes inside, we both cry out.
“Move,” I gasp, nails digging into his shirt. “Please, Kane, I need…” My voice is replaced by a moan as he pulls back and thrusts deep into my core, pinning me against the door with each stroke. Each thrust hits something inside me and stars explode behind my eyes.
“That’s it,” he says, voice wrecked. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how good this feels.”
It feels better than incredible. As our bodies move together, pleasure spirals through me, building higher and higher until I’m shaking with it.
“I can’t,” I gasp, head falling back against the door. “It’s too much, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” His free hand slides between us, finding my clit and teasing it as he thrusts faster and faster into me. “Come for me, baby.”
The command in his voice, combined with his touch, sends me over the edge. My whole body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows immediately, groaning loudly as he buries his cock deep inside me.
We stand there for a moment, both shaking, foreheads pressed together as we try to catch our breath. My leg is still hooked over his hip, and I can feel the tremor in his muscles from holding us both up.
“Bed,” he says finally, and before I can protest or move, he’s lifting me.
“Kane, no. I’m too heavy. I’m too big to carry.”
He silences me with a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. When he pulls back, his eyes are fierce, certain.
“You’re perfectly sized,” he says fiercely. “Don’t you dare think otherwise.”
He carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing. When he lays me down, his eyes never leave mine.
The mattress dips under our weight, but he doesn’t give me time to adjust, to think, to do anything but feel. His mouth is on mine again, demanding, consuming, and I’m drowning in the sensation of him everywhere at once.
“I need to touch you,” he says against my lips, hands already working at the rest of my dress. “All of you. I should have done this years ago.”
“Kane, please,” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, only that I need more, need everything.
