by Keta Kendric
One final pull and push collided our worlds into a massive explosion. Instantly, I felt the rush of her juices, raining over my dick and leaking onto the hood of the car. My dick jerked inside her pussy so hard we didn’t have to move to prolong our orgasm; our quaking parts did the job for us. We sank into the desire, enjoying every brilliant, lasting moment.
The orgasm plunged me so deep in pleasure that I had an out of body experience, my spirit floating about as my body swayed in a climatic daze. I shook my head in an attempt to level the effect as the urge to pass out hit me, threatening to take me under.
We stood gazing at each other, eyes heavy, bodies gasping for air. The line we weren’t supposed to cross had been destroyed so badly, it couldn’t be rebuilt. We hadn’t crossed the line, we had set the fucking line on fire.
The flames continued to burn, high and wild, even as ideas of all the trouble we were in swirled. The desire in her gaze met the flow of mine, still alive in my body.
She ran her fingers, still shaking, over my abs. With no shame, she glanced up at me and asked, “Can we do it again?”
27
Desiree
Khane lifted and assisted me by wrapping my weak legs around his waist before carrying me into the house and into the bedroom. He stood me in front of the large bed before his fingers began plying my puckered nipples. His heavy gaze smoldered, reflecting the heat of our relentless passion.
There were no more words, only our actions as he leaned in and reciprocated my kiss with a delicious one of his own. The way his tongue slipped over my lips with just enough pressure to tease them into a tingle made me feel the heat all the way down in my lower lips. With very little effort, he was turning me into a flowing bed of fire.
Before I allowed myself to fall as heavily under his spell as I had been in the garage, I took a little timeout to enjoy his exposed body. “You are an extraordinary man,” I uttered under my breath, hypnotized as my hand skimmed the ink covering his chest.
Some were cryptic symbolism that held secrets about his life. The mountain of guns spewing fire like an erupting volcano covering the front of his right shoulder must have represented the Ferali Syndicate. Other symbols like the skinny slanted black stripes up his left arm, I believed represented the kills he had mentioned marking before. At a glance, I could tell that there was well over a hundred stripes, revealing how long and how well he executed his job of dispensing death.
I walked around him, pausing our fiery foreplay as I feasted on a different kind of heat. I could get off just exploring Khane’s body. I allowed my fingers to flirt, watching them glide along an Adonis belt that made my mouth water before dipping into and lingering over his rolling abdominals. His pec flexed under my aching fingertips when my hand stopped there.
I toyed with his back muscles. The hot currents of his silky hardness melded into the flow of my hunger. “You are absolutely magnificent,” I stated, complimenting him. It would take a lifetime to find the right words to describe him, so I didn’t waste time trying.
“Thank you.” His low and easy tone alone was capable of reaching places no one else had even stroked.
Khane had the kind of body you prayed for in a sexual partner. He was cut everywhere, chiseled and strong, bulging, and all male. I shook my head at the sight of him, not believing I was living out one of my explicit fantasies. Except this was better than any dream I’d ever had.
I lightly pressed my lips over the three dark bruises in his chest where he had been shot. He was so unbothered by the deadly episode that he’d managed to make me forget that it had only been hours ago that our lives teetered on the brink of no longer existing.
His fingers grazed along the knife wound in my lower back and lingered there. “Knife wound,” I told him. “The result of one of my father’s girlfriends. She was angry at him for cheating on her, so she took me hostage when I was eleven and threatened to kill me if my father didn’t fulfill her demands. He listened, but all she wanted was to make him pay. She stabbed me in the back, and he shot her dead for doing so. I had laid there, a bloody mess, my father unable to stop the bleeding as we waited for medical help to arrive.”
His fingers were still stroking the wound as he glared into my eyes. He bent and placed a sweet kiss on my lips.
Khane likely knew about all my wounds, all my tattoos, and all of the little hidden things that no one else knew about except Mecca. A roadmap of scars was scattered all over his body, and I was interested in learning how he had gotten each of them. Since there wasn’t much I hadn’t noticed about him, I was aware that most were either covered or camouflaged by his tattoos.
From what I’d learned about his training and his father’s treatment of him, I was sure that the majority of them had come as a result of his upbringing. However, right now, I didn’t have time to get a history lesson as something more urgent called. I was a glutton for the only man that had given me satisfaction so explicitly strong that I would have done anything for him.
Once I had my fill of another of his insatiable kisses, my hands dropped and reached out for his dick. The gesture was like a missed introduction as it produced a strong wave inside my hands. The man was so well hung that the first sight of him had stressed me the hell out.
The sight of my hand stroking him and the texture of it, so velvety hard in my aching palm, awakened a part of me that was primal in a way that couldn’t be tamed by anyone but him.
The stroking made him groan as he weaned me from his dick with an easy pull back. He proceeded to lift me with effortless speed and strength, which caused me to gasp before I was tossed on the bed.
My elbows pressed into the soft mattress as I scrambled to sit up, captivated by his hypnotic presence. He truly was living art, and he had no idea what the sight of him did to me.
When he nudged me with ravaging intent in his gaze, I helped, scooting back until I was in the center of the bed. Once he had me laid atop the mattress, I glanced down and immediately saw the results of us, still easing from my aching sex, drizzling down like melted ice cream.
He was the only man that had ever come inside me, the only one I’d ever been with unprotected. The act alone was a clear sign that I had lost myself in him. For the first time in my life I think I knew how it felt to be obsessed with a man.
When he stepped away, I wanted to protest until he returned with a warm wet towel that he used to wipe us clean.
The tender strokes he was using to clean me brought me a gift of quiet pleasure that had my nipples granite-hard, and my flowing heat below bubbling to a boil. He tossed the towel atop the dresser and climbed into bed with me, approaching with caution like I might tell him to stop.
I allowed my legs to fall apart as I spread them wider, my pussy already leaking and glistening against the dim lighting of the lamp. At the sight of me opening for him, he kneeled above me, before running his fingers with light strokes up and down my thighs.
He sat in place, staring, not ravaging me like I had expected. The crease in my forehead deepened when he turned and moved away.
The furrow dissolved and fell into my smile when he turned into a sitting position with his back against the hardwood of the headboard and reached for me. As soon as my hand was in his, his strong grip tugged me off the mattress before I was lifted and assisted into place astride him.
“Ride my dick Desiree.”
His heated demand damn near made me cum. I was starting to believe that the right combination of words from him had the power to induce an orgasmic response.
“Gladly,” I responded, giddily. Joy consumed me, seeped through my pores, and perfumed the air as I reveled in a sensation that had been elusive to me. What was this man doing to me? Ruining you, so that you never want anyone else, the damn nagging voice in my head replied.
His thick dick greeted me, standing between us, hard and strong, poking at my belly button. I eased my hands over his broad shoulders, pulling myself closer as my fingertips glided over the big muscles at the top
of his back and dipped into the solid grooves of them.
I went in for a kiss, unable to resist sharing with him the rainbow of emotions flowing through me. My tongue played at the edges of his sexy pink lips before I sought another taste of his mouth. When he moved his tongue against mine, I sucked on it, loving the flavor of him, cherry licorice and fresh mint, mixed with the salty-sweet taste of my pussy. The scent of him had done things to me way before now, but tasting Khane brought on a whole other level of untamed passion.
“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, Desiree, even if it’s just for this one night,” he whispered against my lips, deepening the emotional side of our connection.
I eased back, cupping his face so that I could glance into his eyes. “You’re the most beautiful part of the chaos that’s been my entire life. I know I’ll have to marry Arjen because it’s what the syndicate has voted on, and I’ll do what is asked of me to bridge this alliance. However, if he ever wants me this way, it’s never going to happen, because it is always going to be you I’m thinking of, a truth I realized the day I stumbled into your kitchen.”
The surprise etched in his face was obvious as my revelation left him speechless, his gaze searing into mine. I glared into his good eye, before staring at the one covered by the contact lens. “Do you have more?”
He immediately knew what I was talking about. “Yes.”
With my hand placed to the side of his head, I used my thumb to swipe the contact out before I tossed it, same as I had tossed the condom earlier. “I want all of you. You are probably the most dangerous man I know, but you are also the most beautiful thing I want to see and experience, just the way you are.”
His lips met mine for a gentle kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you,” he repeated as he hugged me, pulling me into a grip so tight, I lost my breath. I believed his ‘thank you,’ harbored more meaning than he knew how to express.
Wanting Khane, being around him, soaking up his energy, I would never be able to fully explain the depth of my connection to him. He was deadly and dangerous, a merciless killer, but he also had the capacity to care so deeply, he had taken my heart captive without even trying.
I seized the opportunity to steal more kisses, landing one on the eyelid of his damaged eye, letting my lips linger there so he would understand the strength of my acceptance of him.
When his big, hard member nudged, knocking at my stomach again, I kissed him harder. I bathed his neck, chin, and cheeks in affection before I returned to his mouth. I had searched until I’d found our mingling lust and turned it back on full blast. At the moment of our heated impact, we moaned into each other’s mouths before I reached down and gripped his hard, needy dick.
Lifting high on my knees, I aligned us. I didn’t rush the process, wanting this to last for as long as I could handle the intoxication and physical pleasure. I sat the head at the wet lips of my leaking core, my gaze locked on his, probing deeper. Raw emotions were riding the surface of my lust and introducing me to the sweet side of sin.
“Khane, I love you.”
His mouth dropped open and every emotion flashed in his wide gaze, before I slid down his dick and took his expression and breath away.
“Desiree,” he cried out, stretching out my name like an endless vocal masterpiece.
I didn’t need to hear him say he loved me back. I knew it already. Sensed it. Acknowledged it the moment he’d made me cum on his balcony and on top of his car. I knew it the moment he’d tried everything in his power, including revealing his darkest secret to push me away. Now, he was allowing me to have control over our connection.
The men I had encountered in my past were too selfish to allow me any kind of control. In twenty-six years, this was the first time I hadn’t had to ask to be on top, and it spoke volumes about my frustrating sexual past. It also reinforced that Khane understood what I needed far better than anyone ever had. He had been what I was missing but could never find.
A heightened urgency caused me to pick up my twirling pace, and I could feel myself becoming slippery wet. He was sliding in and out of me in time with my careful movements.
“You’re so big,” I squeezed out between hisses. “But, so good,” I edged out over a loud moan. My slick clit licked at the ridges of his shaft, heightening my sensitivity and lighting my nerve endings. I was shivering with each wave, moaning with each turn, and screaming when he’d added a powerful upward thrust.
Hard, thick, and veiny, every inch of Khane was being driven deep enough to stimulate my pain sensors, poking at things that had only been touched by him. The depth elicited a different kind of raw pleasure that I fed on like a ravenous animal.
Rotating on his thick dick, my walls were demanding relief, but I couldn’t stop. Not that I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to turn off the insatiable need to lose myself in him, on him, all over him. Khane had me higher than any addictive drug I had been foolish enough to try because he took my mind completely. Anything that made sense was out of the question. Any good decision that needed to be made was ignored.
The relentless grip he had on my ass aided him in shoving in more dick, rearranging my internal organs. Pleasure exploded, then ricocheted through me so hard, I was sure he had put dents in the back walls of my pussy. I had never experienced anything so highly addictive in all my life.
We kept the same blinding rhythm, him folding me between his strong arms, palming my ass, and my arms locking around his neck with a tight grip. We built the pleasure until we overflowed and crashed together, moaning, hissing, and floating on an emotion that would reside in me forever.
We clung to each other for dear life, with most of his face buried in my neck. His warm exhales swept down my chest and along my heated body. My arms were death-locked around his neck and shoulders, my tightly shut eyes pointed at the ceiling.
I didn’t want to let go. I never wanted to let go. But I didn’t have a choice when the force of my orgasm struck, and I was helpless to its enslaving power. A silly smile covered my face, and I fed on the drug flooding my veins and spreading like wildfire over me. Even after the wave had receded, I couldn’t move to unhinge myself from him.
Khane was the one that made the first move, easing me back a little so that he could stare into my eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked. There was something in his gaze when he asked that I didn’t catch right away.
“I’m better than okay,” I answered. My eyes crinkled at the smile in his eyes until it reached his lips.
It jumped. The hard beam still moving inside me pulled us away from our mental lock and dragged us back to the physical. I had been so focused on his expression that I hadn’t caught on right away to the swelling taking place inside me.
The heavy fullness was back, and my hyped-up libido didn’t know how to say no. I had never had dick so good that I didn’t care about soreness or fatigue. I sat my lips against his ear. “Baby, if you want me again. I’m yours. Always will be yours, even when I’m not.”
I was talking “forever” shit that he probably didn’t believe, but I meant every word. I sucked in a breath I couldn’t release when he flipped me. We lost our connection, but he was there between my legs hovering above me. His hard dick, still wet with my juices, nudged my inner thigh.
He reached down between us, never taking his gaze away from mine. When we got into position this time, he didn’t hesitate to fill me to the brim with one long powerful stroke that had my sharp inhale vacuuming every bit of air from the room.
I choked on the potent penetration and screamed when he started fucking me like a mad man. Him being on top put a force behind his thrust that I hadn’t experienced on top of the car or while I was riding him.
The Animal had taken over, and I was right there with him, taking the punishing pounding, enjoying it, living in a moment that others might call my dark side. It was the side of me that wanted it rough. The side that wanted the pain more than the pleasure. The side I desperately wanted to embrace, but rare
ly had gotten the chance to explore. The side that was addicted to Khane because he knew how to tap into my madness.
“Khane! Khane! My God!” I yelled, testing the strength of my vocal cords as he worked me over so well that there probably wasn’t going to be anything left for the bad guys chasing me to take. The sex was so good, I couldn’t stop my nails from digging into him, knowing I was leaving marks but helpless to stop myself.
He filled me to the brink of insanity before pulling back and allowing me to float on cloud nine. I was his, every part of me had been freely given and consumed by him. He had me under his spell, right where I wanted to be.
Love was a living being we shared, a beating heart that each of our hands caressed. Khane lavished me with the precious gift, one I had never experienced, and never dreamed of being touched by. He gave me pleasure in abundance, pouring the magic into me. I breathed in the life-giving power it gave off as it allowed me to experience a joy that soaked into my senses.
I floated within my laughter, danced on streams of happiness, and lived a lifetime within a single emotion. Khane was the center of my being. The power source I had been siphoning my entire life. Now that I was at the source, I never wanted to let go.
How in all the seven levels of hell-on-earth was I supposed to marry his brother when Khane was my everything? How was I supposed to offer myself to Arjen when Khane had marked me as his—forever?
28
Desiree
“Tell me about the sadness.” The lazy words dragged across my lips. “Why are you such a loner? Why, at times does it seem a haunting sadness overtakes you?”
We had fallen into a comfortable snuggling position with half of my limp body atop his. I couldn’t stop bathing him with kisses. For once in my life, I was at peace and satisfied.
