Page 464 of Fated to be Enemies

His body a rigid wall of flesh-encased steel, I couldn’t help the small sound of pleasure that escaped my lips. He jerked back, pulling us apart a fraction. Without even glancing at his siblings, eyes still for me, only for me, he scooped me in his arms and leaped upward, winging us to the loft. Three more strides and we were in a bedroom, his foot slamming the door closed.

Pitch black hemmed us in. He had me stretched out on the bed in less than a second, covering me with his body, devouring my lips once more. Nipping. Biting. Sucking on my tongue. Groaning like a dying man. I opened wider—my mouth, my legs—wanting more of him. His breathing was jagged, his movements shaky, hands trembling as they roamed over me, my breasts, my ribs, squeezing my hip. He shook as if he were borderline hypothermic, his body in shock.

“Skin,” he growled.

He ripped my pants down my legs and off my body, no panties underneath. He stripped off my shirt before I knew what had happened, pinning me before I could even take a breath.

“I want skin, too,” I murmured against his lips.

Fumbling in the dark, I found the zippers of his back flaps underneath his wings and pulled. He yanked off the shirt and tossed it away. Pressing me into the mattress, I sensed his wings spreading wide above us, a cave of heat walling us in. Seeing nothing but slits of silver, I smoothed my hands up and down his shoulders, arms, roving over his chest, twining in his hair. That electric charge snapped in the air, warning me of his volatile state.

“Moira, I can’t stop. I need, I need?—”

He hovered over me, holding his weight on his forearms, knowing his dominance had him knotted and ready to spring. He needed to be inside me, to be as close as he possibly could after fearing for my death for so long. He needed the deepest, most primal level of connection. Because I did, too.

“Shhh.” I nipped at his jaw, light feminine bites and kisses as I slid my hands lower, unzipping his pants. He didn’t move, holding himself above me, letting me take control. Sliding my hands lower, I stroked his thick length, surprised that I’d already had it inside my body. There would be pain again, but pleasure, too. Great pleasure.

I sighed, spreading my legs, scooting my pelvis up so I could guide him, our fevered panting the only sound. He pierced my slick heat, thrusting hard and deep the way he needed to. The way I needed him to. I cried out, the sharp sensation of pain lost the second his throbbing shaft sheathed to the hilt. He took my mouth, groaning as he licked and tasted, his tongue stroking deep. All of him stroking deep. A wave of emotion flooded through my body to have him once again fill me.

Letting me have some of his weight, he pounded into me, over and over. I wrapped my ankles at the small of his back, anchoring myself to him, letting him drive as hard as he wanted, the sensation spinning me higher.

“Kol,” I whispered in his ear. “I needed…”

Before I could form another thought or say another word, I cried out, coming hard and fast. Too fast.

He sheathed himself deep and stilled, cupping my breast in a possessive hold, letting me ride out the orgasm, wave after wave, as I whimpered beneath him. I felt a tear slip from one eye and across my cheek, the release of emotion too much for me. Kol kissed up the damp trail left behind, drying the path with his lips, moving again inside me, slow and sweet.

The hand on my breast slid beneath my bottom, gripping one cheek as he rolled his spine, thrusting in a steady rhythm, again and again. His lips brushed against mine, less desperate, more gentle. Less frantic, more sensual. His tongue teased my lips. I opened for him on a gasp. He sucked my lower lip, tasting in a tender way.

“Moira.” His voice, gravel-on-stone in the thick darkness of the room, heavy with lust and need and something much, much more. “I can’t live without you.” A deep stroke of his shaft, slamming hard, but slow. “I want you. Always.”

His words, his body, and his hard, demanding desire drove me near madness. Loving me with an intensity that burned fire-bright, he pushed me to the edge before calling me back again.

“Is this”—I rocked my hips up to meet him. He hissed in a breath—“your declaration of love?”

“Yes,” was his instant, broken reply.

My heart skipped a beat. His often brutal, and now vulnerable honesty, cut me like winter wind. I wound one hand in his hair, pulling his mouth down to my own. A moaning growl rumbled through his chest to mine. I kissed him deeply, stroking my tongue along his, matching his need, his aggression, as best I could.

He pulled away, panting as he continued to pump inside me. “You’re making me insane.” He sucked my neck, marking me, driving his scent deeper into my skin.

I fisted my fingers into his hair, pressing him harder against me, begging for more. He buried his face against my neck. What was it about him that made me feel powerful and powerless at the same time? I was the strongest woman in the world when he said my name with such adoration, loved my body with desperation, and pushed me higher toward climax as if my pleasure was all that mattered in the world. And yet, I was the most vulnerable I’d ever been—caged beneath his massive body, enveloped by his powerful wings, and captured within his sensual embrace. Soaring higher and sinking faster was the most glorious sensation I’d ever felt. I wanted, hoped, he felt it, too.

Nipping his earlobe with my teeth, I whispered, “Show me how you feel.”

His other hand cupped beneath me, both large hands gripping my bottom, fingers digging into flesh, his weight spreading me wider. He tilted my bottom up, stroking till he hit the sweetest place. “What you do to me, Moira,” he panted against my skin.

I moaned. “Oh, God.”

I clawed down his back. White-hot passion racked my body, wringing me out, stroke by stroke.

“Tell me who you want, Moira. Tell me who you belong to.”

Pounding me with fierce unrestraint, I was engulfed by something rare, something raw, something so deep and real. And I knew I would never feel this way with anyone but him. There would never be anyone but him. Ever again.

“You.” I gasped, my inner walls pulsing around him.

He stiffened, buried inside me, releasing his seed into my body. For a split second, I feared pregnancy, even after that monster king had said I wasn’t “breeding.” Never before had I considered having children, but after the brief time I’d been intimate with Kol, I wanted to give him children. I wanted to give him everything.

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