Something in my head clicked, and my hand tightened around the base of my cock. With a guttural growl, I slid it into her in one deep, clean thrust.
“Fuuuck-” I gasped in a strangled voice.
My entire body shuddered above hers, every muscle twitching as her tight heat wrapped around me like silk-drenched fire.
Her arms shifted beneath me, brushing my ribs, and her lips parted in a soft sigh as her body adjusted to my size-welcoming me home.
I paused there with my cock fully seated inside her. My trembling hand reached to brush her hair away from her damp cheek. She looked too sweet. Too innocent. Too… Mine.
“God, baby,” I whispered against her jaw, “you feel like fucking heaven…”
I moved slowly. So goddamn slowly that it almost drove me mad.
My hips pulled back just enough before gliding back in, sinking deeper, savoring every slick inch of her around me.
And the sounds she made…
They weren’t loud, ou they were soft and sinful. Breathless little moans. Tiny gasps. Whimpers that caught in her throat and then spilled out with every stroke I gave her.
“Kester…” she whispered again, her voice breathy and dreamlike.
Her hips lifted, meeting my not thrust with a sweet, lazy roll.
I bit my lip hard.
My hand planted beside her head, the other drifting down her side til it cupped her thigh, guiding her leg higher around my waist to open her up more, to sink into her deeper.
And gods, I did.
Her wet heat swallowed me greedily, and I groaned low in my throat burying my face in her neck.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, baby, do you?” I muured, kissing her neck. “I could die in your arms tonight, and it would be okay…”
Zeth did all he could to take full control, but I didn’t let him. The fucker would mark her without my permission, and she would be beyond mad. I wanted her to consent to me marking her before I even thought about it.
The way her body responded to me, even in her sleep, said a lot about the difference between what she felt and what she always said.
“Even like this, you know who you belong to, don’t you?” I whispered and pushed a bit deeper into her, and she whimpered.
Sorry.
A bit too deep for our baby.
“I swear I’m sorry.”
Her walls fluttered around me whenever I pulled out and pushed back in. Her breath hitched when my thumb brushed over her nipple. Her legs tightened when I moaned her name.
And every time I hit that perfect spot, her body shuddered beneath me, and my name was the only name she moaned.
She knew. Somewhere deep in her dreams-she knew it was me. And her body knew who it belonged to.
And that thought made my chest ache.
KASMINE.
I could swear I was hit by a truckload of bricks. My limbs felt so heavy that it was strange. My entire body ached like every inch of me had been taken and returned wrongly.
I tried to open my eyes, but they refused to cooperate. They felt heavy and groggy, like I’d been drugged. My mind floated, detached, and half-sunk in a fog that refused to lift.
God. What’s happening to me?
I shifted on the soft bed where I was laying-It felt way softer than the small, hard bed we had at the motel and a sharp pain greeted my center. I winced.
I sat up immediately. The room tilted, spinning around me, but the jolt cleared some of the fog, and pieces of memory began to click into place like shattered glass sliding back into a mirror.
I blinked hard with a racing heart as I took in my surroundings.
Clean, modern decor. Stark blacks and greys. That dark leather chair. The massive window half-shaded by blackout curtains. And… Wait. A massive painting of me on the wall just directly opposite the bed?
No. No, no, no.
It was Kester’s room.
That monster!
My stomach turned violently, bile creeping up my throat.
I tore the covers off, staring down at my bare thighs. They were bruised and flushed, with faint traces of him still on my skin. I clutched the sheets to my chest, my breath shaking and my chest tight like it was caving in.
What did he do to me?
“I killed her…”
The words echoed in my skull like a haunting chant.
“I killed her…”
“I killed her…
“I killed her…”
It wouldn’t stop. His voice, almost emotionless, reverberated through me until my skin crawled.
He didn’t even blink when he said it. He sounded like it was just another fact he was stating.
He doesn’t blink before taking a life.
How the hell was I supposed to feel safe around him? What happens when his rage turns on me? When something I say or do triggers that switch?
What if one day I become a neat in his mind?
What if I become disposable?
Why would the Moon Goddess do this to me?
I know I had consented to out secret affair, I had convinced myself it was on my terms until I found my true mate and ended things with no strings attached. Who would have thought that the same dangerous man I had been trying to escape would finally have every right to own and keep me?
It terrified me.
Kester needed therapy. Desperately. Because if he didn’t deal with whatever darkness he carried, he was going to spiral. And when he did, he’d drag me down with him.
He was a walking disaster.
I cared. Even though I don’t want to have anything to do with him as his mate.
The ringing of my phone startled me. I jumped, my heart slamming against my ribs. I grabbed the phone and stared at the screen.
Mum.
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