Page 47 of The Secret of Pain

“How is it possible that you are nothing like what I was taught to believe?” I sigh, cradled in his arms, and he holds me tighter.

"Because men have long twisted our story for their own gains. I am only glad that you could see through it, that you can see the truth of who I am."

"I will always know who you are, I will always see you. I do not care what you are, just who you are. That is what matters to me. You fought for me, you saved me, against your own kin. Even though it might hurt you. Even as the leader of them all, you sacrificed for me. That shows me more than some words from bitter old men." I lift my head from his chest and nip his jaw playfully.

"You are more than they realize, Remington. Your path will be littered with pain and sorrow. I only hope that I can help you light that path in your darkest moments." I sigh at his words and kiss him again softly. Not thinking about the fact that this man is meant to be one of my greatest enemies. A monster they tell me, but they do not know him. They do not understand, and so, they can never know. Even those closest to me will never know where my heart truly belongs.

"I have something for you," he says, the fire roaring at our feet dancing in his eyes. He stands from our pile of blankets, naked as the day he was born, and I try not to stare, though I fail. He walks out of the room, chuckling softly and shaking his head, as if he knows, while I wait quietly for him to return.

It doesn't take long, and he flashes back in front of me with a devilish grin. "Nearly got you.” He laughs, and I join him.

"Nearly." I smile, but his smile turns serious as he brings my attention to the box in his hands. "This has been in my family for generations, passed down to the warriors, a reminder that even our own kind are not always our allies."

He sits opposite me and opens the box, revealing a sword, sheathed in black, laid in violet velvet that matches my eyes. "I want you to have this, Remy. It will protect you, even when I can't. A reminder of what you mean to me, a reminder that I am with you, even when I'm unable to reach you, in this life, and the ones to come. I know that this is not your first life but know that I will follow you to the ends of the earth, in every life I am blessed to be a part of, that I will defend you, even in those I'm not."

He lifts the sword from the velvet and takes the blade from its sheath. "My family crest sits here in the hilt, hidden from those who might hold it against you, but known to those who need to know."

His hands place the blade in mine, as I take in its beauty. "This is iridium?"

He nods at my question, and my heart soars at his trust in me. Such a blade could end his existence, and yet, here he sits, gifting me something dear to his heart, to keep me safe against his own kind.

"Kain, I cannot accept this." I tell him as I hand it back to him, a little sad because it is exquisite..

"You can, and you will," he says, placing the sword back in its covering and box. "So that I know you will always be safe against those of my kind who wish you harm. So that I know I am protecting you, even when I can't be there myself. Please, take it for me, even if not for yourself."

His plea makes my heart skip a beat and I nod. "For you, I will do anything."

He kisses me again, softly at first, laying me down as his body ripples above me. I run my hands down his sculpted chest and sigh into his now hungry kiss. I will never get enough of him. Not in a million lifetimes.

I pant as he kisses lower, dragging his teeth over my throat. "Please."

His laugh vibrates against my skin, making me shiver. “Patience.”

My chest rises and falls with every shallow breath he steals while mapping out a trail down the line of my throat and across my collarbone. I can barely think, primal instinct taking over, lust and love dancing together in a whirlwind of passion. His lips move to my breasts, and I gasp as he takes one into his mouth, flicking my nipple with his tongue, his teeth scraping the skin while his hand toys with the other. My back arches into him and he smiles against me.

“Kain,” I cry his name, breathless as he works my body, heating my core, making me slicker than I thought possible.

He kisses his way down my flat stomach, his hands sliding softly down my body to push my knees apart as he trails down. When he reaches my navel, his tongue circles the sensitive spot, his teeth nipping and slightly breaking the skin.

The sensation is overwhelming, my body reacting instinctively. As his mouth trails lazy kisses down between my legs, I grip the blankets with both fists, eyes tightly shut in hopes of regaining some semblance of control, but it’s all in vain.

Kain is playing my body as though I’m his favorite instrument, owning it as though it is his birthright. My hips push into him, pleading for more, so much more.

I know he’s hard, his need is a powerful thing for his kind, yet he’s taking the time to make me beg. Stories told long ago never gave his kind any credit yet here he is putting my needs before his own.

“Kain, please,” I beg, for him, for me. For us.

“Not yet,” he growls, “I need to taste you and I want to watch you lose yourself.”

The sensation of his tongue sliding along my folds conjures a cry that shakes the walls and maybe the entire planet. I feel him on my pussy but also in my heart and mind. It’s like he is everywhere, touching and loving me, worshiping every inch of me with his tongue.

I moan again as I feel his fingers enter me, hooking them just right, but when his teeth bite around my clit and his tongue lavishing that greedy little nub, I lose all semblance of control. Thrashing and begging. Almost with tears falling down my cheeks as the pleasure overrides every other sensation known to our kind.

“Please, Kain. Please, now,” I cry, choking on my own words as my desire takes on a life of its own.

His lips brush against my skin as he smiles before he takes one last taste, then peppers kisses across my stomach, over my breasts, and pays special attention to my nipples. His hard body slides its way up mine until he thrusts into me in one long, powerful stroke, his teeth breaking the skin of my neck at the same time, and I cry out. The pain heightening the pleasure, his need mixing with my own as he gives me as much as he takes. The sensations in me build with each movement as I match the lazy pace he’s set, our bodies moving together as one. His hands pin my wrists above my head as he takes what he wants from me, his pace increasing, his control slipping as we lose ourselves in each other. I writhe under him, hissing at the restraint, wanting to touch him. He releases me and claims my mouth as he claims the rest of me, pushing me further to the brink.

His kisses trail back to my breast, where he bites me again, making me cry out. I drag my nails down his back, drawing blood of my own, awakening the most primal parts of him. He thrusts into me even harder, faster, claiming me as his own. His teeth release me, and he flips us, so he is beneath me.

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