Page 9 of Inked Beasts

Kai doesn’t take, doesn’t demand. He gives—gives himself to me, using his mouth to promise so many things that words can’t express. More than pleasure, more than lust.

Need roars through me like a firestorm. The kiss goes on and on, and when we finally break off, I only take a moment to breathe before I drag his head back to mine, impatient, greedy.

He picks me up, hands under my ass, and puts my back against the wall, still kissing me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he shifts his hold to one hand—fuck, he’s so strong—and slides the other under the skirt of my dress, up my thigh, and into my panties.

I’m slippery wet. Kai growls into my mouth; I moan into his. I hear his zipper working, he pulls my underwear aside, and then the blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance.

I wasn’t wrong about what I felt while we were dancing. He’s so big. He presses into me a bit at a time, stretching me, and it’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt.

When he’s buried balls-deep inside me, he rests his forehead against mine for a moment, and I take his face in my hands, trying to show without words how much I cherish this, and him, because this isn’t some cheap tryst, no matter what it looks like. It’s beautiful.

I kiss him, tenderly, and say, “Fuck me, Kai.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shifts both hands to my ass, gripping me firmly, and starts to move. Slowly, at first, his thick shaft dragging against my inner walls, then faster.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

He speeds up until he’s pounding into me, his cock bumping some spot deep inside, and my orgasm barrels down on me so fast I have almost no warning before it hits. I cry out as I convulse around him, my whole body shuddering with the force of my release. Kai doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, and my climax multiplies, intensifies until I’m screaming, so loudly that he puts his hand over my mouth, and fuck, that’s hot.

I don’t even try to be quiet; I just scream into his hand as he pummels me, until he drives home a final time and pours himself out inside me.

We stay there, panting, a few moments; and then, somehow, he walks us backward to the bed, eases down to sit on it, and lies back with me on top of him, still inside me. I’m fine with that. We’re a sticky mess, but I could stay in this afterglow haze indefinitely.

Except that I still need to pack, and go back downstairs, and—oh, fuck—my father has probably left on his honeymoon without me saying goodbye.

And Gage and Thorn will know the second they look at us what happened up here.

What have I done?

KAI

Lexy has wrecked me.

Not just physically, though that is definitely true. I probably—no bragging—just gave her the best sex of her life. But even though it was quick, it was also the best sex of mine.

Because it was her.

I was so mad at her for leaving, even though I knew it wasn’t her fault and she couldn’t have stayed. I took it personally, and ever since she left, some part of me has never not been angry with her. And that anger bled over into every relationship I tried to have.

None of them were right, because none of them were her.

I stroke her hair, her back, and eventually my hand makes its way down to her ass, rubbing gently. “Need to spank this,” I mumble absentmindedly.

She props herself up on her elbows and scowls down at me. “No spanking.”

I bring my hand up to cradle her face, because part of me can’t believe she’s really here, and I’m not just having an amazing dream that will turn into a nightmare when I wake up and find her gone. “Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it.”

Her cheeks go pink, and I don’t need to ask why she’s embarrassed. That uptight prick she came here with isn’t good enough to lick the soles of her shoes. No way he ever played the kinds of games with Lexy that I know she would love.

I don’t ask if I’ve won the bet, either. No need to rub it in. The less time she spends thinking about her ex, the better.

“I need to get back downstairs,” she says softly.

“Yeah. Hang on.” I ease her onto her back and go into the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth. She gets tears in her eyes while I clean her up, and I pretend not to notice.

She’s never been treated right, not like she deserves. That’s going to change. I’ll take care of her.

If she’ll let me.

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