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Delivering.
He was making this all about me and what he wanted me to have.
Everything about it was so consuming and beautiful and utterly perfect that I couldn’t do anything but take. I was greedy, and I didn’t care.
I’d never had this.
Not like this.
And if he was willing to give it to me like this, if he wanted it this way, I’d be more than happy to let him have it however he wanted it.
He rolled us again, so he was on top, and I was slowly losing the hold I had on my orgasm. I couldn’t rein it in, no matter how hard I tried.
But I wanted to.
God, I wanted to.
Because this was tremendous, and I never wanted it to stop.
“Let it go, princess,” he urged gently.
“Kane,” I whimpered.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me. “Give it to me, Ellery.”
So, I did.
My body shattered in the most breathtaking and beautiful way ever. Air rushed forward from my lungs, my moans filled the air, and my body convulsed with the force of my orgasm beneath his.
Kane saw me through it, got to me to the other side, and just as I was starting to come down from the high, he thrust three more times, planted himself deep, and groaned through his release.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed, and the way he looked into my eyes, brushed his thumbs over my cheeks, and kissed me tenderly afterward forced me to see just what kind of man I had in front of me.
SEVENTEEN
Kane
There were a lot of thoughts about how I would have liked for things to go after my first intimate encounter with Ellery. I could have easily come up with a list of at least a hundred things that would have been ideal to experience with her after sinking between her gorgeous long legs for the first time.
What I would not have wanted was precisely what I got.
There was nothing good about seeing a woman I was developing feelings for, being in tears after we’d just had sex for the first time.
I’d just walked back into the bedroom after disposing of the used condom, and I found her in the bed, crying.
In any other instance, I might have been worried that the experience hadn’t been good for her, but I knew that wasn’t the case here. The reason for that was two-fold.
First, it seemed impossible to me that Ellery couldn’t have felt even a fraction of what I felt between us. Maybe that was my pride talking. I mean, I thought I’d been good to her in bed. I’d made sure she was taken care of before seeing myself through. Of course, it could have also been a little desperation, too. I enjoyed what we had far too much, and to think that she wouldn’t want it again had me feeling a little uneasy. But mostly, I couldn’t imagine how something that had been as passionate and intense as it was between us could only be felt by me.
The other reason I didn’t think this had anything to do with it being good for her was that once I took a second to consider the situation, I realized that Ellery was dealing with far too much, and there was much more at stake here for her.
I had a feeling she was regretting what we had, not because it wasn’t good, but because of the situation with Patrick.
I couldn’t blame her. Similar thoughts had crossed my mind throughout the day, especially once we sat down on the couch together earlier tonight. It didn’t matter that Ellery intended to divorce her husband, the bottom line was that she was technically still married. I had a difficult time coming to grips with the fact that I was feeling things a man shouldn’t feel for a woman who was married to another man.
But I’d kept reminding myself that she came here to get away from him. She didn’t love him anymore, and she wanted that divorce, so I convinced myself this wasn’t the same thing.
Perhaps I’d been wrong.
