Page 295 of Midnights
My spine hits the wood as he shoves me back down, spreading my thighs wide. The lights flicker with the pounding in my veins, and I know it sounds crazy, but it almost feels like my magic is as desperate for him as I am.
Is that a thing?
I suck in a sharp breath, forcing it down, trying to calm myself, to contain the wildfire running wild through my body. But Kane doesn’t let me.
His nose brushes mine as he cages me in. His cock grinds between us, right against the spot that has me aching to have him inside me.
“Is this what you want?”
Is he fucking with me? Of course that's what I want. I'm wound so tight I might implode.
He doesn't wait for me to answer him. He’s kissing me. Tasting me. Consuming me. His tongue claims mine as he pulls me to the edge of the table, lining himself up, sliding his dick back and forth against my soaked entrance, refusing to give me what I want.
I hate him.
If he won't give me what I want, I'll take it. I bite his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth, and he groans, grinding against me.
“Kane, if you don't—”
But I don't get the rest out. He impales me, and the world shatters. My back bows, and a choked moan rips from my throat. The lights flicker again, and I feel my magic spreading with every thrust. I need to rein it in, but I’m seconds away from exploding.
His head drops against my shoulder, a low curse leaving his lips, and his hands tighten on my hips. The table shakes, rocking against the floor, and every devastating movement sends pleasure licking up my spine.
I can’t think. I can’t even fucking breathe.
Kane hooks my legs over his arms, angling me just right so he slams into the spot that makes my vision go white and my pussy clenches hard around him.
“Fuck, Raven.” His voice is all gravel as he runs his hands up and down my thighs. “You feel so fucking good.”
My body's trembling, and the little control I have on my magic is dangerously close to snapping.
He drops his hand between us, finding my clit. He circles once, twice…And I come so hard that my entire body shudders. Pleasure crashes through me, violent and all-consuming. His name rips from my throat and somewhere outside the door, I can hear a light shatter. But it barely registers over the rush that’s dragging me under.
He doesn’t stop, not until his own control snaps, until he’s lost to it and gives in following me over the edge. His growl breaks against my ear, "Good girl."
Then silence. My thighs are shaking, my pulse wrecked, and I hate how badly I want him to say it again.
The only thing I can hear is our ragged breathing, the pounding in my veins, and Kane. He leans in close, his lips skimming over my cheek, my jaw, my mouth. “... that was a good start.”
He gives me one last kiss, lingering enough to wreck me all over again, before pulling back. His muscles flex as he tugs his sweats into place and I hate how much I already miss the weight of him.
The haze clears just enough for me to register what he said. “Wait, where are you going?” The words tumble out before I can stop them.
He glances back over his shoulder with that devastating smirk still in place. His command settles into my skin before I can analyze it. “Don’t move.”
My body is still entirely too aware of the fact that I just let Kane absolutely ruin me.
Holy shit.
My legs are still a little shaky, but I grip the edge of the table, pulling myself upright. Before I can actually move any further, he’s back with a glass of water in one hand, a damp cloth in the other.
He doesn’t say a word as he kneels between my legs, the cloth dragging gently over my skin as he cleans up what we just did.
My breath catches, and a full-on war breaks out inside me.
I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something I won’t survive if I fall. Especially since I’m not sure when I’ll be coming back to Scotland. That thought alone has me sobering up real quick. I know this can’t be anything but casual, so I do what I do best.
I swat at his hand, hoping my cheeks aren't still burning. “I’ll get it myself.”
