Something dark and hungry flickered across his face… then something else slipped in behind it, something she couldn’t name.
He straightened, the mattress dipping under his weight as he slid his hands up her thighs. “Good,” he said, voice low and thick. “Remember you said that.”
Before she could process the warning or promise, Kane caught her wrist, pinned it above her head, and lowered his mouth to her ear.
“You said you didn’t want to feel lonely,” he murmured, voice dark and edged with something raw. “I heard you, and I will make sure you don’t feel alone after I’m done with you.”
Her chest tightened at his words. He wasn’t the type of man to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and actually, Monica wasn’t the type of woman who wanted to hear that kind of stuff when she was being fucked. She’d rather hear what was about to be done to her in words only spoken in the bedroom.
His body pressed down onto hers, solid heat and danger and everything she absolutely shouldn’t want but craved. He kissed her again, rough and deep, and the warmth of it spread through her like a promise she knew he didn’t give lightly.
“You want rough,” he rasped. “Tell me.”
Every nerve inside her lit up. There was no shame, no fear. Just him and the way he looked at her like she was the only damn thing in his world worth touching.
“I want you,” she said, breathless, pushing her hips up into his grip. “All of you, Kane. Don’t hold back.”
A wicked, dangerous smile curved his lips.
“You may regret those words,” he murmured, leaning down until his mouth hovered right over hers. “But if it’s too much, you better fucking tell me? Understood?”
“Yes,” She sighed, then gasped when he flipped her—fast, effortless—onto her stomach before she could catch her breath. A shocked sound left her throat, but it turned into a moan when he dragged her hips up against him, her knees sinking into the mattress as he positioned her exactly how he wanted.
“I want to look at this perfect ass while I fuck you.” Kane’s voice was harsh as he massaged her cheeks, then gave her a slap. When she moaned, he slapped the other one. “You like that?”
Monica nodded, not able to find her voice because she was panting so hard. She had read about this in so many books and wished her ex would have done it to her, but he didn’t like sex in this position. It was just her on the bottom, him on top, as he felt her up a little bit, and then came. That was pretty much her sex life. So now here she was in a position she had read about, thought about, and wanted. Being smacked on the ass by a hot fucking vampire was definitely an added bonus.
“Answer me,” He demanded as he reached around and pinched her nipples.
“Yes,” Was all she could choke out. He was turning her inside out.
He leaned over her, his chest brushing her back, his breath hot at her ear. “Last chance to tell me to go slow,” he said, his voice rough enough to scrape over her spine.
She didn’t hesitate. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He groaned a deep, guttural sound as he slid his hand between her thighs again, opening her for him. His other hand wrapped around the front of her throat, not squeezing, just anchoring her to him.
“Good,” he growled, but there was also relief in his voice as if he had been afraid that she would change her mind. Fat fucking chance of that happening.
Her breath hitched. The emotion in his voice was the kind he probably didn’t even hear himself. But she did. And it hit her just as hard as the heat curling low in her belly.
His hand tightened at her throat, guiding her back against him as he pressed forward, his breath shaking with restraint.
“Kane,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the edge of need.
“I’ve got you,” he said, his tone dark and raw and nothing like the hardened bastard he showed the world. “I’m right here.”
And then he thrust into her, hard and deep, claiming in a way that stole her breath and any coherent thought she had left.
She cried out, gripping the sheets, her body taking him in like she’d been made for this. For him.
His growl vibrated through her as he pulled her back, anchoring her against him with possessive, hungry force.
“Feel that?” he rasped, his pace intense and unrelenting. “You feel what you do to me?”
“God—Yes—Kane—” Her voice cracked, and he snarled at the sound, his hands roaming her body like he needed every inch under his control.
But even through the roughness, the heat, the need threatening to scorch them both—there was something else in the way he held her, something that wrapped around her heart before she could stop it.