“Yes,” she admitted, rolling her hips to stroke him with her belly. “I used to dream that you felt the same way about me. That you’d lie awake at night... doing things to yourself ... imagining it was me...”
No one had ever threatened his self-control like Rebecca. Blood boiled in his veins, his muscles were ready to snap from the tension. In public, his new bride was the picture of purity and serenity. But here, in his arms, in his bed, she was rubbing against him like a sexy little kitten in heat, confessing her dirty little thoughts to him. It was almost more than he could bear. Sweat beaded across his forehead; veins bulged just beneath his skin.
“Rebecca...”
“No more stalling, Kane,” she whispered with kisses just beneath his jaw. “Take me now. Make love to your wife the way she needs you to.” His heart pounded faster as he fought valiantly for control but it was as futile as trying to stop the tide. With each wave the pull became stronger until he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Kane rolled on top of her, letting some of his weight press against her, holding the rest upon his elbows along her sides. She was so beautiful. Her skin was flushed and pink with heat and arousal, her eyes were half-lidded and heavy, her lips swollen and dark from his repeated possessions.
Her legs spread open for him, her hips a perfect cradle as her arms beckoned him to her. “I have been waiting my whole life for you, Kane. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Another thread snapped, leaving dangerously few remaining. Still, he hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered hoarsely, his throat as tight and dry as if he’d spent the last three days in the desert. God, how he needed her. It was nearly killing him, but he could not bring himself to do what he needed most because he knew it would cause her pain.
Rebecca reached down between them and took the heavy, thick length of him in her hand. Kane closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Her touch was nothing less than magical. Thick wetness weeped from the tip; his balls ached. Rebecca guided him to her, mixing his wetness with hers.
The feel of his cockhead sliding along her center was so erotic. To be so close to something he wanted so fiercely ...
And then, lost in the haze of his lust and love as he gazed into her eyes and tried to figure out the best way to enter her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust herself upward, hard and fast, taking him inside her without warning.
A cry tore from her lips as his hard length ripped through her innocence. Her eyes grew wide and for several moments she was unable to take a breath.
“Rebecca, sweetheart,” he choked in a strangled gasp, his eyes filled with the pain and glory mirrored in her own. He held himself perfectly still, knowing even the slightest movement would be agonizing for her. He’d wanted to go slowly, to ease into her, allow her to become accustomed to him, but once again, she had taken matters into her own hands. Once again, she had given him salvation at a terrible cost to herself.
A tear spilled from the excruciating pain. “Damn you, woman,” he whispered softly. “Will you never listen to me?”
“Never,” she promised softly, “if it means denying you.”
If she had not already completely owned him, heart and soul and mind and body, she would have in that moment.
“Kane,” she whispered reverently. “Look at me. You are inside of me.”
“Ssshhh,” he soothed, worry and concern etched on his face as he smoothed her hair back and laid soft kisses along her brow. “Don’t move, baby.”
She smiled. “You coddle me too much, Kane.”
Maybe he did. He wanted to protect her, wanted to care for her. He wanted to be everything to her, as she was to him. “So? You don’t like it?”
Her hands ran along his back, slowly up, then down, stroking him with deft, loving hands as she shifted beneath him – tiny movements that had him rubbing along her inner walls.
“I love the way you take care of me,” she breathed, sending a wave of satisfaction through him. “But tonight, I want you to take me. Brand me, Kane. Claim me as your wife. Imprint yourself on me so thoroughly, so deeply, that you are a part of me forever, so that I am just as much a part of you.”
Kane prayed for strength, for restraint, resisting the building need to do just that.
“Please, Kane. Fuck me, damn you!”
The last thread broke. Kane pulled back slowly and then drove deeply into her.
“Yes, Kane, that’s it. Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours forever...”
A deep rumbling snarl clawed its way up from somewhere deep within him. Another full, heavy stroke pounded into her body, cutting him to his very soul. Those crude words on her lips were driving him insane.
“Yes, yes, yes...” she hissed in encouragement, her nails raking into his back, clawing at his ass as she pulled him into her with everything she had.