His hands roamed the contours of my breasts and belly, and I pawed at him with equally frantic fingers. He yanked my legs apart and pressed close, grinding his desire against me. He kissed me so deeply I wondered if he could taste the hunger I’d been bottling up for weeks.
Oh, goddess. He was going to annihilate me. I could already tell. An inch, a mile, and so much more besides.
His scalding fingers skated down the outsides of my thighs. He gripped the hem of my nightgown and lifted.
“Don’t stop kissing me,” I gasped into his mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He answered with a hungry sound and moved his hands to my neckline, instead. Then he gripped the keyhole closure and just...
...ripped. Down the middle. Like it was easy. Like it was nothing.
His mouth never left mine as he flung the halves of my nightgown apart. Air hit my bare skin, and I forced my legs wide, opening to him, granting him every scrap of control. His tongue plunged into my mouth, and I bit down hard enough to earn a groan. My hands scrabbled at his back, fingernails etching lines into his skin.
I’d broken some invisible barrier. Strayed far beyond the point of surrender. But I might as well wreak some havoc now that I’d resolved to climb onto the pyre and set myself ablaze.
Kai’s rough hands collared my waist. He finally broke the kiss and pressed me back until my elbows hit the counter. We stared at each other, panting. The marble wicked the warmth from my skin.
He perused the length of me, his dilated eyes lingering on the swell of my breasts, then the valley between my legs.
“You’re exquisite,” he said. “Exceptional in every way.”
Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees. I barely had time to coil in anticipation before his tongue slid against my wetness. No pause. No break. Just dazzling destruction unleashed.
I cried out as my head fell back. Sweet Zephyrine, if I’d thought that thing he did with his tongue felt good on my neck, letting him do ittheremade me want to levitate off the counter. He licked and lapped and sucked. My eyes crossed behind closed lids, my entire body quaking as the void threatened to engulf me.
Then he slipped two fingers into me and I nearly rocketed free of my skin. The boundaries of myself collapsed to a shimmer.
He kept going. And going. Until I started to fold inward, a star verging on implosion.
“Oh,fuck,” I gibbered at the ceiling. “Fuckfuckfuck, you have to stop. Please. Or...”
His tongue slowed as his fingers disappeared. When I opened my eyes, he stood between my splayed legs, his face hard as he yanked his breech-laces from their eyelets. “Or what?”
“I’ll come.” I sounded as parched as a person could get.
“The problem being?”
“I want to do it with you. Around you.”
“Well.” He flashed a half-smile, this one rigid with promise. “That doesn’t soundentirelyunenjoyable.”
He jerked his pants down, then gripped my thighs and yanked me to the counter’s edge. My nightgown rumpled beneath me, still caught around my elbows, the torn halves trailing into the darkness. A glance into the mirrors offered me a thousand versions of sculpted magnificence—the rippled texture of Kai’s ribcage and the high globes of his ass. The creamy, cabled length of his thighs. The rounded crowns of his shoulders, bronzed from the sun.
My breath thinned to a standstill. I slid my attention back to him, then downward, to where he’d already lined himself up.
My tongue went dry. Goddess, it would hurt for a second. Maybe for a few. And right then, I could have wept, because I absolutely needed it to. I needed to feel him, all of him, needed to transmute this bottomless craving into something I could name, something I could lose myself in.
He paused, one hand drifting to my waist. It was the first tender touch all night, but I knew it wouldn’t last. It was a prelude, the last lull before he unleashed all the ferocity caged into the straining lines of his body.
“Gentle?” he said. “Or rough?”
“Rough.” I widened my legs. “If you’re gentle, I’ll kill you.”
“Gods. My vicious wife. I was hoping you’d say that.”
Wife. The word bounced around in my head, nonsensical, because hadn’t he signed the annulment already? I gathered a breath to ask, but his grip clamped around my waist, and he buried himself in me in one clean thrust. Everything in my head vaporized to white-hot silence.
Fucking.
