With trembling fingers, I packed my things, including Kane’s Beasts t-shirt I loved to wear. It would be my reminder, something I could hold on to during the lonely nights I foresaw in my future.
I jumped as the bedroom door knob turned and Kane stepped inside. He looked from me to the suitcase, then back at me. “What are you doing?”
I mustered up a smile. “Getting out of your hair. I really appreciate you letting me stay with you after the fire. It was—”
He stepped closer. “Why?”
“Because it’s time. I’ve embarrassed you and your family enough.” I looked down at my hand, at his sweet grandmother’s ring. With a savage yank, I pulled it off, the skin of my knuckle singing as I did so. I held it out. “Here.”
He didn’t move.
Emotion pricked the back of my eyes. “Kane, please. Take it. This is for the best. Once I’m gone, you’ll be relieved.”
He still didn’t move, so I turned and set the ring on his nightstand before zipping the suitcase shut.
“You’re just leaving?” he asked. “Like that?”
Picking up the suitcase and my purse, I stepped toward the door. He stepped to the side, blocking my path.
“Kane, please.”
The corners of his lips twitched. “No, I can’t let you go this way.”
I heaved out a sigh. “Why? I promise, it’s better to make it quick. You’ll see.”
He took a step in my direction, then another until he was in front of me. He took the suitcase from my hand and set it down. Then he reached for my head and… crap. I’d completely forgotten that there was a towel still up there.
Chuckling, he unwound it, tossing it to the floor, and pushed my hair back from my face. “See, I couldn’t let you go like that, or…” His fingers opened the tie of my robe. In a fluid movement, the sleeves were falling down my arms to land in a puddle on the floor. “Ever.”
Naked, I stood before him. Raw and vulnerable, but full of trust. Hope. And surprisingly, desire. It was good to know that I wasn’t so broken that I couldn’t feel.
He kissed my forehead, my cheek, my nose. I lifted my face, and he kissed my lips.
“Are you sure?” I whispered, needing him to not only be doing this for me, but also for him. I didn’t want to be anyone’s pity fuck. “You don’t have to—”
He kissed my protests away, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth, taking me, branding me to him.
I gladly accepted and gave in return, wrapping myself around his body as he lifted me. When my back pressed into the mattress, I took his weight as he followed me down, our lips never parting.
Fighting his shirt, I pulled it up his back so I could touch his skin, feel his life under my fingers. He moved away but only long enough to remove his clothes, then he was back, and I was kissing him with all the passion and pain inside me.
“Need you.”
He lifted up, looking down at me, green eyes blazing. “I need you too.”
When he moved off the bed, I groaned but was distracted by his gorgeous body walking to the dresser to retrieve a new box of condoms.
When he was next to the bed again, I rolled up to a sitting position and scooted to the edge. Before he could roll a condom on, I reached for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his shaft.
He groaned, and I slid closer, taking him into my mouth. His hands fisted into my hair as he controlled the speed and depth. I let him. I would let him do anything he wished, I realized, then froze… I was in this exact same position in the second video.
A sob escaped, and I backed away, crab-walking across the mattress until my back was against the headboard.
Kane followed, pulling me into his arms. “Eliana, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry. I was… it’s just that I was doing that in the…”
“Fuck. I understand. Do you want to talk about it?”
I laughed softly. “A guy who actually wants to talk?”
He nuzzled my neck. “I’d rather be fucking you…”
“Hard,” we said together, and I felt myself relax.
“Yeah, that. But if you want to talk, I’ll listen. It will be good practice for when I’m in a boardroom, trying to pay attention to a bunch of suited-up blowhards.”
“Blowhards, huh? Do you think I should try to blow you hard? You know, push past my current mental limitations?”
He kissed the top of my head. “Is that what you want?”
I gave it some thought and realized I did. Too often in my life, I’d ignored or turned away from the things that hurt me or made me uncomfortable. Now, I wanted to face them.
With him.
“Yes, it’s exactly what I want.”
He smiled and rolled onto his back. “Then take it.”
Pushing thoughts of everything aside, I focused only on Kane and leaned over to kiss him, my hand moving to his cock. He pulsed and began to fill again, the blood coursing under my fingers.
Kissing down his body, I paid attention to each crevice, tracing them with my tongue. I tasted the salt from his sweat, smelled the musk of his exertions from the day. It was sexy, and I wanted more.
His cock twitched in anticipation when I reached it, but I bypassed it to tongue and stroke his balls. Kane cursed, so I did it again, taking one in my mouth then the other. When I was done, I traced the thick vein of his shaft to the tip.
Feeling in complete control, I licked the pre-cum leaking there before taking him into my mouth. Wanting more, I engulfed him, felt him sliding into my throat. His hand moved into my hair, holding me there for a few seconds, not that I wanted to be released.
Looking up, I met his eyes as I made love to him with my mouth. He pulled my hair harder, forcing my head back until he popped from my lips. Wrapping his hands around my arms, he pulled me up his body until our mouths connected, his hard cock trapped between us.
“Fuck me, Eliana. Show me how much you want me.”
Cupping both sides of his face in my hands, I kissed him again before reaching for a condom next to the bed. I rolled it on slowly, wishing we didn’t have this barrier between us. Wishing I could feel his skin inside me as I rode him, his cum fill me, one day make a baby.
Sinking down on him slowly, I felt every inch invade. When I was fully seated, we linked fingers as I ground back and forth, leaning forward so that my clit pressed on his pubic bone. Perfect.
“You like that?” he asked. “You like riding me? Like being in control?”
Rocking on him, I answered honestly. “I like everything we do together.”
“Touch yourself,” he ordered and let go of one of my hands. Leaning back, I did. My eyes rolled back as my fingers circled my clit. Within seconds, I was crying out in a powerful orgasm.
Grinning, he flipped us until I was on my back, my knees over his shoulders as he sheathed his cock in a powerful thrust, reaching the end of me in one forceful lunge.
I wailed, but he didn’t stop. “It’s my turn to ride. I’m going to fuck you so good, Eliana. Make you forget everything else but me.”
Reaching up, I took his face in my hands, feeling the stubble of his beard under my palms. “Only you,” I promised. “It’s only you.”
He growled and pulled out until only his tip held me open. I braced myself for the impact I knew was coming.