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The words break his restraint. Fracture it into splinters before burning those splinters to cinders that cools to dust.
That inked iron band around my waist tightens even as I let my upper body fall to the bed, weak with need and overcome by his deep possession in the seconds before he lets loose, fucking me like a devil high on lust. The sound of his hips slapping against my cheeks mingling with the wet sound of my body taking his again and again, ruthless thrust after ruthless thrust, bringing me higher and higher and higher until—oh, God—it’s coming. It’s coming.
“Beg, baby.”
I grit my teeth, slamming my ass back against his cock and reveling in the guttural grunt I drag from his lungs in response before he pins my hips with brutal hands.
“Beg, Sunshine.”
“Kane,” I whimper. “Just fuck me.”
“Beg.” He gives me one long, slow stroke. Then he stops again, rooted deep. “Beg.”
“I hate you right now.”
“You fucking love me, but I won’t make you admit that right now. Beg for my dick, baby. Beg me to make you come.”
Tears burn at my eyes as that stunted pressure vibrates inside my core. “Kane?—”
“Beg.”
“Please,” I whimper, thoroughly broken. “Please, please make me come. Show me I’m yours and make me come. Plea?—”
I don’t even get to finish the words before he’s thrusting his hips into my ass, shoving me into the bed as he finally lets that devil inside him loose. The sound of slapping flesh, pillow-muffled screams, and whimpered moans mingle with the raw, guttural groans that break from the deep of his chest.
He thrusts until that pressure builds and just to be sure he doesn’t take it away again, I keep begging, “Please. God, please, husband—please.”
His thrusts turn wild and entirely unmeasured, almost frantic as his big hand pins against my hip, holding me beneath him as my orgasm finally snaps. The eruption is so intense, so exquisite, it’s sharply agonizing. My body tightens beneath his, my ass clenching around his cock in waves that push him overthe edge as I feel his cock jump inside me before hot cum fills me up wave after wave.
The orgasm seems to go on forever for both of us, wave after wave crashing into us until we’re shredded by the rocky possession of this pleasure.
I’m limp when he finally pulls his body from mine. He’s gentle when he pulls the leather from my wrists, then lifts me into his arms. My head lolls against his chest as he walks us to the suite bathroom where he fills the gigantic tub with borderline hot water—just the way I like it. Then he enters the tub with me still in his arms.
I fall asleep in the water against his chest, his hands drawing lazy circles into my belly. The echoing, “My soul was made for yours. I suspected it the first time I caught you in my arms, the scent of you invading my lungs. I knew it when I tasted your kiss. I put my ring on your finger with no intention of this ending. I was made for you, and you were made for me, Nevaeh Isabella Volkov. Until my last breath and beyond, my soul is fused to yours.”
I’m confident as I fall into the dark of complete exhaustion that the words are a manifestation of my deepest dreams.
That the man himself is a manifestation of the same.Because how can this possibly be real?
thirty-one
Nevaeh
“I still can’t get over the fact you’re having twins!” Candace shouts over the sound of Devils Heartbreak, and their adoring crowd as we stand at the bar at Addy’s Ace, a club they’d all frequented when they’d lived here in New York.
“I know, right?” Wrenlee sighs, a small smile of memory playing at her lips as she glances around. “I can’t believe I used to work here.”
“Here?” My finger dips to the floor as though to say,here, here?
A woman with short violet hair, quite literally spiked at the downward tips, slams hands with black painted nails on the bar, making all of us—okay, notWrenlee—jump. “Wren. Girl who can’t serve to save her life. How’re ya doin’, babe?”
Wrenlee laughs, her hand touching her belly. “I’m having babies.” She’s beaming with happiness. “How are you, Addy?”
“Babies?” Addy shouts, eyes dropping to Wren’s hand on her belly. “Tacked an extra S on there, girl, less you got another at home that never made headlines.”
“Aww,” Wrenlee says, touched. “You follow us?”
“Ya’ll started right here. Course I follow you.”
