“Oh, God, oh God, YES!” she screamed as Kane lost the last of his sanity, pounding into her deeper, harder than he ever had. Sweat poured off of his body; he was unable to do anything but what she commanded of him.
“Deeper!” she cried desperately, cleaving to him with desperate strength. “Harder! Don’t stop. Oh God, Kane, don’t ever stop!”
Her words echoed through his fevered brain, his body responding to her commands like the primitive, mindless animal he had become.
“More!” she sobbed into his throat, holding on for dear life as he took her, thrusting harder, faster, beyond rational thought.
And then he pushed so hard into her he saw colored stars floating in the blackness as her entire body clenched around him. He roared out his pleasure like the wild beast he had become in her arms, as a hot, pulsing, burning deep within her drove her over the edge yet again.
Her sheath strangled him, milking him as the force of his orgasm gave her another, mind-altering climax on the back of the first. Kane groaned as she pulled yet more seed from him.
Then he collapsed, barely able to shift his weight to the side, bringing her with him. Rebecca was already beyond consciousness; he joined her within seconds.
Chapter Twenty
Kane looked down at her face. She was so beautiful. So peaceful, so serene. A sated little smile played about her lips, even in sleep.
No woman had ever taken his full measure before. But this woman, this angel, had demanded it of him. She had taken everything, unwilling to accept anything less.
His croie. He traced his fingers – his trembling fingers – lightly over the fragile bones of her face. She sighed softly, the picture of contentment. She was truly his perfect mate. Utterly submissive, yet she controlled him completely.
Kane was stirring again, his cock anxious for more of the paradise he had found. When she awoke, no doubt she would demand more of him, and he would have no choice but to obey, because this woman held total and complete power over him. He laughed softly to himself. Truly, he had finally met his match.
They complemented each other perfectly. Where he was hard, she was soft. Where he was cold and unyielding, she was warmth and compassion. Where he was condemnation, she was absolution. She willingly submitted to his dominance, demanded it of him. Without games, without illusions. And the miracle of it all? She knew the darkness in his soul and needed it as desperately as he needed her light.
Darkness cannot exist without the light, just as light cannot exist without the darkness. He’d heard that once, a long time ago. The words came back to him suddenly, a tenet of indisputable truth.
He understood it now. Understood it on a level so deep it was ingrained in every fiber of his being. Kane could no longer exist without Rebecca. Rebecca could no longer exist without Kane. They were one, joined at a level so deep and profound it defied words. It just was.
For now, he would let her rest. He would hold her close in his arms and keep her safe and warm. And loved. So very loved.
––––––––
Two days later they were awakened by a loud, incessant pounding on the door. Reluctantly, Kane withdrew from Rebecca. Over the last forty-eight hours, his entire world had been simplified into two states – being inside Rebecca, and wanting to be inside Rebecca, and he knew which one he preferred.
His cock hung wet and heavy, glistening with their combined releases. Without bothering to dress, Kane wrapped a towel around his waist (at Rebecca’s suggestion), and opened the door, prepared to dole out a quick yet painful death for whoever dared interrupt them.
He blinked once at the sight of Sean and Nicki with their travel bags alongside them.
*
“Jesus,” Sean breathed, taking a good look at his eldest brother. He looked bigger, stronger, more powerful than Sean had ever seen him. And given the fact that Kane was the biggest, strongest, most powerful looking man he’d ever seen before this weekend, that was saying something.
“What?!?”
Sean shook his head, sure that it was an optical illusion or a trick of the light. “Takeoff in less than an hour, man.”
Kane blinked again. “What day is it?”
Nicki stifled a laugh.
“Sunday.” Sean looked at the bags they’d brought with them, still placed inside the door, unopened, untouched. “Christ Almighty, Kane. Are you telling me you haven’t left this room in the last forty-eight hours?”
“Told you,” Nicki murmured behind him. She waved a bag of donuts in the air. “Thought you might be hungry.”
“Kane?” came Rebecca’s sleepy purr as she came up gingerly behind Kane, wrapped in a sheet. The sheet did nothing to cover the bite marks along her shoulders and neck, interspersed with old scars and at least one recognizable bullet wound. Sean’s eyes widened at the sight of them; Kane’s eyes narrowed in warning, and Sean dropped his gaze.