“Then take it, baby.” His hands tightened in her hair. “Take all of me.”
It was like no other time that they had ever come together. It was hotter, sweeter, more intense than anything he could have imagined as he watched her suck his c**k with greedy, slippery abandon. Her eyes were drowsy, heavy-lidded, but she stared up at him, her lips enclosing the width of his tool as he thrust inside her with firm, shallow strokes and allowed her to choose the depth that she took him to. It was paradise.
His balls tightened as her hands pumped the column of flesh, drawing his seed from his loins despite his
best attempts to hold back his release.
“Baby, I’m going to come.” He couldn’t hold back, he couldn’t deny the ecstasy for even a moment longer.
She hummed in agreement, her suckling strokes increasing as he felt a tingle at the base of his spine a second before it surged up his back in a brilliant jolt of electrical energy. He stiffened, his lips pulling back from his teeth as his head arched back and he gave her every drop of se**n boiling in his balls. It spurted from his c**k to her rapidly swallowing throat as he groaned like a man possessed and gave himself over to the primal mating act they were now involved in. When she had sucked the last drop of seed from the throbbing flesh, he pulled back, staring down at her heatedly a second before he pressed her to the bed and moved quickly between her thighs. Her legs circled his h*ps as he pressed the engorged head of his c**k at the entrance to her pu**y. She was hot, her liquid heat trickled around the flared crest, making him shudder with the need to plunge home. He eased inside her instead.
Sherra fought the raging tempest growing inside her. Her entire body was sensitized, demanding his touch as she stared back at him, feeling the thick wedge of his c**k stretching her. She watched as his hand lifted, his fingers moving to her cheek, touching her gently as she moaned out her need. He had pushed her past a limit she didn’t know she possessed. He had terrified her when he walked away from her, had torn at the rough scars covering her soul with his bleak sadness when she first came into the room. He had endured hell for her, just as she had because of him. She wasn’t willing to hurt any longer, nor was she willing to do without her heart. Her Kane. His fingertips touched her cheek as he slid home, stretching her, filling her. Her chest tightened with emotion, her skin heating at each point that their bodies connected.
“I would give my life for you,” he whispered as his fingertips lifted and his thumb brushed over her cheek before moving to rest at her jawline.
Sherra whimpered. The emotion that pulsed in his voice was impossible to deny.
“No,” she whispered, her hand covering his as her h*ps arched, the muscles of her pu**y contracting around his erection. “Don’t do that, Kane. Don’t leave me again. I couldn’t bear it…” Her breath hitched as tears filled her eyes. “I love you. I love you too much to ever live without you again.”
He stilled. His blue eyes darkened with emotion, with a ravaging hunger as he came over her, one hand gripping her hips, the other her hair.
“You can’t take it back again,” he growled. “I won’t let you.”
Her short laugh was a sound between pleasure and agony. “I never took it back the first time. It was always yours, Kane. Always…”
His control disintegrated. In that second, the man fell away, the teasing, the tempting, were at an end.
Hard, driving strokes had her eyes widening as pleasure tore through her in ways it never had before. He was a demon, a sexual animal intent on possessing every part of her now. He couldn’t go deep enough, hard enough. Both hands held her h*ps still as his lips buried at her neck, his breathing raspy, the intensity of his arousal driving them both now.
“Harder!” she screamed, though she feared harder would tear her asunder. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t ease the terrible buildup in her womb fast enough as he stroked the tissues of her vagina, stretching her, filling her until she wondered if she would survive it. Kane’s h*ps jackhammered his c**k into her pu**y, penetrating her violently as she screamed for more. They were fighting to breathe, her nails clawed at his back, her teeth bit deep into the mark on his chest as his locked onto her shoulder and they exploded.
Even death couldn’t touch the complete oblivion that swept over them. Sherra swore she felt their souls merge as his c**k slammed into the mouth of her womb and deep, strong spurts of his se**n began to blast inside her.
Her womb contracted, convulsed, sucking greedily at the life-giving seed that spilled into it, even as Sherra locked her legs and arms around his body and surrendered to the orgasmic death that washed over them.
Chapter Fifteen
He was sleeping. Sherra lay draped over Kane’s chest, exhausted, unwilling to move, yet unable to sleep. She could feel the imprint of the scars on his chest, hear his heart beating beneath her ear and fought the swirling, twisting emotions that began to churn inside her chest. Hold it back, she ordered herself fiercely. It’s over. It’s been over. There’s no sense in dredging the past back up. She had buried it in the deepest reaches of her mind years ago in order to survive. Now wasn’t the time to drag it back out.
Kane shifted beneath her. His hands smoothed up her back, his head turning so he could bury his face in her hair.
“Mmm. Love you,” he muttered as his arms contracted around her and the band around her heart tightened.
He was so fierce, so hard and yet a part of him was so filled with confidence that his love alone could heal the wounds on her soul, the demons in her mind. Perhaps, over the months, he had in part eased that pain, but there was still so much more left inside her.
Kane, help me!She flinched as the memory of her own screams echoed through her mind. Her stomach clenched, razor-sharp pain streaking through her womb at the memory of that blinding moment she had realized she was losing the child he had given her. She wanted to get up then. Wanted to rush from the room and hide from the memories as she always
had. She needed to escape, but something more powerful held her where she was. Held her locked tight in Kane’s arms while everything inside her mind rejected the memories and the emotions that being there caused.
It wasn’t meant to be, Sherra.Dayan’s voice was a demonic resonation from the past. It was an abomination. There was no humanity in it…
She flinched as she remembered the words. Doc Martin had told her differently years later, of course, that the development of the fetus had been perfectly normal. But then, horror had singed her. I saw him leave, Sherra. Escaping to save his own skin. He won’t be back.She had screamed Kane’s name as Dayan was forced to hold her down while the scientists and doctors attempted to save her life. But there had been no saving the baby that had barely begun.
She didn’t want to remember. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears as the memories began to rip through her. Violent, filled with her screams, demonic laughter and images that she had hidden from herself for so long.
The guards had raped her less than a month after her miscarriage. The drugs that had been forced into her body had mercifully dulled the memories, but nothing could dull the knowledge. She could hear their laughter in her nightmares.
“Take it, bitch. You can f**k that bastard Kane, you can f**k us…”