Page 46 of Keran's Dawn

“You’ve done all that you could do today. I had prepared dinner. Do you want me to warm up something for all of you?” I offered, not knowing what else to do.

Tagar and Nowik smiled but shook their heads.

“Thanks, but we already ate,” Keran answered for all of them before turning to his men. “You know what you have to do. But don’t stay up too late. I want to go back and scout the area first thing in the morning.”

The two guards nodded then took their leave.

Facing me again, Keran drew me into his embrace with a strangely vulnerable expression. I caressed his cheek. He turned his face to kiss my palm before leaning into my touch.

“I need you,” he rasped.

“Whatever you need from me, it’s yours,” I whispered.

My knees wobbled in response to the deep tenderness that flitted through his gray eyes. Keran picked me up in his typical fashion, not carrying me like a bride, but chest to chest with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands settling on his shoulders as he leaned in to claim my lips.

The kiss held a raw, desperate edge that had my heart constricting further as he carried me to his room. With his usual incredible strength, Keran held me up by a single arm behind my thighs while he opened the door—his lips still devouring mine.

He headed straight for the hygiene room and put me back on my feet by the wide vanity. His hands and lips were all over me as he quickly stripped me of my clothes. In his impatience, he didn’t give me a chance to return the favor and got rid of his own garments in record time. His cock, fully erect, pointed at me menacingly, making me instantly wet and needy.

He reclaimed my mouth in a voracious kiss, while pushing me back towards the open shower, which occupied the left corner of the room. With a flick of his wrist, Keran turned on the shower. His other hand dove straight between my thighs. The sound of raining water barely covered my strangled moan as he sank his fingers inside me, and his thumb rubbed my clit.

“I need you,” he growled in a pressing tone against my lips.

“I’m yours. Use me as you see fit,” I replied, the flame of desire sparking low in my belly.

He crushed my lips in a brutal kiss, his arms hooking behind my knees to lift me up. I hissed at the cold feel of the off-white tiles lining the shower as Keran propped me up, my back against the wall. The sharp contrast of his burning chest pressing me further against the wall had my skin erupting in goosebumps.

Keran rubbed his length a couple of times against my slit before pushing himself in. Despite the number of times he had ravaged me last night, my body still initially rebelled at accepting his girth. Although he didn’t ram himself in, Keran proved less patient this time, setting a punishing pace before I had fully adjusted to him.

And I wouldn’t have wanted it differently.

The way he had me pinned against the wall, I had no choice but to take all he had to give as he pounded into me with near savagery. Keran was venting all his rage at the senseless killings, his frustration at our efforts getting systematically thwarted, and I suspected countless other woes related to his impending ascension. It should disturb me to be used as the outlet to pierce that abscess. But to the contrary, I loved that he would seek and find his peace and release with me…inme.

I would never tire of this impossible fullness and the intense pleasure welling within with each stroke as his thick cock pressed against my erogenous nerve endings. Keran was ruining me for every other man. My inner walls began clenching around him in anticipation of my impending climax. Each contraction enhanced the sensations on my sensitive inner lining, sending electric sparks throughout my body.

I cried out against his mouth when my orgasm swept me away. Keran grunted, his fingers digging painfully into my thighs as he appeared to struggle not to also give in to bliss. For a brief instant, his movements became erratic, and he broke the kiss, burying his face in my neck while bestial growls freely flowed from his throat.

Before I could even finish riding that first wave of bliss, Keran regained his control and set an even more punishing pace, as if he wanted to break me. His hold grew more brutal, his touch more unbridled as he unleashed his passion on me.

“Again!” he ordered in a voice so thick his words were barely intelligible.

His right hand brushed against my stomach, sneaking between us to reach my clit. Between his massive cock wrecking my pussy, and his fingers frantically massaging my little nub, I detonated with earth-shattering violence.

Keran roared then abruptly pulled out of me. Although he didn’t stop rubbing my clit to keep me flying high, I felt hollow, and bereft, my mind struggling to reconcile the sudden emptiness with the waves of ecstasy still washing over me. Worse still, I felt cheated when his seed shot out in hot spurts against my stomach.

He continued to kiss and caress me, whispering tender words of praises until I came back down to reality. After putting me back down on my feet, Keran proceeded to thoroughly wash me with a care and tenderness that had my eyes pricking again. This man was turning me into an emotional mess. The way he went from brutally fucking me senseless to this incredibly gentle handling gave me whiplash.

And I love everything about it.

We didn’t speak, the silence comfortable and contemplative. Once he finished drying me and started drying himself, I hesitated about putting my clothes on and crawling back to my room. As if he’d guessed at my dilemma, Keran looked at me with an unreadable expression while drying his nape.

“Stay,” he said softly, extending his free hand towards me.

I gave him a timid smile, feeling myself melt from the inside out as I went to him. Holding my hand, he drew me against his firm body. We exchanged a slow, tender kiss. When he released me, I took the towel from him and finished drying his back. As soon as I placed the towel on the rack, Keran picked me up in his arms, bride-style this time, and carried me to his bed.

He carefully laid me down before joining me. To my surprise, he leaned on his side to look at me. He placed a hand on my waist, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the side of my stomach. My heart fluttered as his dark gaze bore into mine with its legendary intensity.

“I like you, Dawn,” Keran said, his voice just as intense. “A lot. I have no clue what your intentions are as far as we are concerned but know that I intend to bring you back home with me, as my woman.”

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