Page 153 of A Warrior's Fate

At the implication, Kai’s eyes blazed, and Isla yelped as he hooked her legs and lifted her onto the edge of the desk.

One needy thrust and he was buried in her.

She might’ve screamed. She wasn’t sure. But Goddess, she was going to explode.

Kai had a hand braced on the wall behind her as he went still, allowing her time to adjust. Him time to settle. He swore at the tightness and feel of her wrapped around him before chuckling through a sigh. “Fucking finally.”

He could say that again.

Isla leaned back on her palms, exposing her chest to him, which he watched the rise and fall of greedily.

“So…impatient,” Isla panted, struggling to keep it together. Goddess above, he felt incredible. Perfect.

A dark, dangerous lust shone in Kai’s eyes, but there was also that adoration as he tightened his hold on her and drew back nearly to the tip. And then he kissed her, meeting her tongue with his as he thrust into her again, rocking the desk against the wall.

Isla broke the embrace, throwing her head back, savoring the moment until she felt Kai grab her face. Rough but not enough to hurt. He forced her back up, to look in his eyes, not saying a word as he moved in her again, and again. Slow and deep so she could feel every inch of him.

Oh, Goddess.

Isla held his stare, just as he wanted, and bit her bottom lip so hard it nearly bled as waves of pleasure crashed over her. As Kai filled and stretched her. As she lifted her hips to meet him until she swore she’d die from how amazing it felt. From how overwhelming it was. She’d never experienced anything like this.

And she needed more. More.

Isla tightened her legs around Kai’s waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging at his hair as she pulled him closer, deeper, moaning his name into his mouth when she kissed him again. Kai picked up his pace, the desk against the wall a drumbeat as they built a rhythm.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Harder.”

Kai obeyed, dropping his hand from the wall to hold her with both hands and pull her hips towards him with each thrust, sending her body buzzing as they rocked against each other.

“Fuck, Isla.” Her name had never sounded so good. A mix of desperation, relief, and demand against her lips. Isla clenched around him, and Kai cursed again, fingers digging to the point she knew she’d bruise but loved it.

Suddenly, he lifted her off the desk and threw her back down onto the bed. With her legs high around him, he plunged deeper, making her cry out and reach for any part of him to hold.

Isla swore she saw stars with each pounding stroke, and the obscene sounds of his balls slapping against her, of the slide of him inside her, only spurred her on. Release built at the base of her spine. “Goddess, don’t stop. Please.”

Kai seemed to relish in the sight of her losing herself, letting go. Of her smiling. That little plea. He leaned down, bracing his elbows on either side of her head and pressing his mouth to hers. “You going to come for me again?”

So damn smug. He knew. He could feel it. Her spasming around him.

Goddess, she was so close.

Kai rested his forehead against hers, and she couldn’t even utter a yes, only hum and nod and moan her answer. She grabbed onto what she could, the muscles of his back, his ass. And then she felt him too, growing thicker, harder, throbbing. His movements lost some of their control.

“Come with me,” she forced breathlessly over his mouth, squeezing him between her legs, taking his face in her hands. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck.” Kai’s fingers dug into the sheets, the words hitting a carnal part of him. He raised from her, and Isla watched in a haze as he unleashed himself, tracking the way his stomach muscles, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, contracted with each heavy breath, every flex of his hips. “Isla.”

Her name from him was her undoing.

Release tore through her, shattered her, and Kai kept his vicious pace until she was trembling. Until another wave crashed, and then, he tumbled too.

He fell forward, letting out a deep groan as he came, bracing himself as he spilled and spilled and spilled himself inside her. Marking her, claiming her. Isla dragged her nails down his back, breathing hard as her inner muscles worked along him, drawing out his pleasure as she rode out hers.

Then they were laughing again, grinning madly at each other as ecstasy and exhaustion racked their damp bodies. With the bond alight between them, their breathing slowed, and heartrates steadied as one.

Isla tugged Kai down until they were flush against each other, bearing his weight, his heat, reveling in their closeness and how safe she felt in his arms.

Kai lowered to kiss her neck, her mark, already healing. “I love you,” he whispered against her skin.

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