He groans, levering upright. My legs go around his waist and my arms brace on his shoulders and my hands bury in his hair. He wraps an arm under my bottom and his other hand cups my breast to his mouth, and he thrusts into me. Slowly, deeply.
“God, Anj. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He whispers this as he kisses and licks and mouths my breasts, one and then the other. “Tell me you can take it, my beautiful girl. Tell me you can take it harder. Pleasefuck, tell me I can give it to you harder.”
“I can take it harder,” I assure him, sinking onto him, moving only my hips. “I want it harder, Kane. I want more of you. All of you, please, please more of you.”
He wraps his fist in my hair and yanks my head backward and down, forcing my breasts high and out, and he grinds his face between my breasts, growling as he begins moving faster, thrusting into me harder. “God—fuck, god, fuck, Anjalee. Fuck, you feel so good. Never felt anyone like you. So tight, so hot, so wet. And all mine.Mine.”
“Yours,” I agree.
“Is it good, Anj?” he murmurs, letting me bring my head down to look at him. “Tell me it’s good, love. Tell me how good it feels for you.”
I cannot tell him—it feels too good for words. His thrusts move against me in such a way I am still riding the ebbing waves of my last climax, not quite sending me back up, but keeping me shuddering. And his pleasure is more than my own—loving his release takes over, feeling him lose his control and give it over to me…this is what I want more than another climax.
I move with him, showing him how I feel, meeting his quickening thrusts with my own. Faster, harder. My breasts bounce as he drives into me, and I love this too, the force of his cock slamming up into me, deeper in me than ever before, making my whole body jounce, bolt, shift. I move harder. I want more. I want his control totally gone, totally abandoned.
“Give it to me, my Kane,” I whisper, unsure if I speak in Hindi or English or some pidgin of both. “I want your control, I want it. Let go, my Kane, let go. I am yours and you are mine. Give me more of you, give me all of you.”
He obeys me. Whether he understands all my words or not, he hears my commands and he obeys me. He loses his control, gives it to me.
“Need to fuck you, Anjalee,” he growls. “Need to. I have to fuck you.”
“Please yes,” I breathe in his ear. “Please yes, Kane. I want it. I want you to fuck me.”
He gives voice to a roar, and he slams into me. Lifts up, hauling me higher, shifting his knees under him to sit on his heels—I must cling to him now, arms and legs coiled tight around him, and I just hold on and sink low and take his thrusts. It is all I can do, like this. I am helpless. He drives up, off of his heels, his hands clawed into my buttocks with beautiful, bruising strength, lifting me up.
He fucks me. I know what he means, how it is different than before. It is a totally primal thing, what he does to me, now. No more slow, no more gentle, no vestige of control or gentility or kindness. Only his primal masculine sexual need taking over his body. Utter release, pure and simple and wild and perfect andmine.
I cry out as he drives up into me, clinging to his broad back and biting his shoulder, legs vise-gripped around his waist as he fills me, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. My breasts ache with the bouncing, and even this I enjoy.
“Kane, Kane, my Kane—” I chant this in his ear as he loses his rhythm but not his power. “Yes, yes, yes. Yes, Kane. Yes!”
He seizes my mouth in a brutal kiss, and I feel him orgasm. I feel his cock throb, pulsing inside me. Feel him shove deeper, harder, and then deeper yet, and somehow this triggers a shocking burst of climax in me, or maybe it is merely an emotional orgasm rather than physical, I do not know. I only know I feel something burn and detonate in my body and my soul, so white-hot I cannot divide physical from emotional from mental—stars burst, climax burns, and I shake around him, tremble with him. He groans, a long shuddering series of guttural grunts timed to rough hard wild thrusts, rooted deep and trying to thrust deeper.
And then he clutches me, an arm around my shoulders and into my hair, the other at my bottom, and he sinks down to his back, feet shooting out. I cling back, gasping breathlessly, wrapped around him, breasts to chest, joined with him still hard inside me, moaning dazedly into his throat.
He lifts me away enough to meet my eyes, brushing my hair out of my face. Concern wets his eyes. “God, Anj. I fuckin’…I lost it, honey. I’m sorry.” He nudges his face into my cheek, words huffing hot against my ear. “I was rough with you. I hurt you. I know for a fuckin’ fact I left marks here.” He ghosts a touch over my backside.
“Kane,” I whisper. “It…was…perfect.” I let my eyes burn with overwhelmed tears, show them to him without shame or worry. “Thankyou, Kane. Thank you. It wassogood. So,soincredible.”
He seems stunned. “I…fuck, honey. How—” He swallows, shakes his head. “I lost control.”
I wedge my forearm between us so I can give him my weight, using a free hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, stroking his beard, tracing his lips, his eyes. “I know. And I am glad you did.”
“I hurt you.”
I shake my head. “Do I seem hurt to you, Kane?”
He dimples my bottom with his fingers, searching my face with his eyes. “I mean…no?”
“Because I am not. I am better than I have ever been in all of my life.” I kiss him, letting him taste the tears of wonder still wetting my cheeks and lips. “It was more than I could have imagined. It was the most beautiful, incredible—” I shake my head. “I cannot find all of the words. It was perfect, Kane. Making love to you…” I smile, biting my lower lip. “Having you fuck me.” I touch my forehead to his, giggling. “I loved it. Kane, Ilovedit.”
He just stares at me, stunned still. “How are you real? How can you be mine?”
I frown in confusion and laugh at the same time. “Kane, you brought me to the most beautiful place on the whole of the earth, and you made wonderful, incredible, beautiful love to me, in a field of wildflowers, which we rode to on horseback. You made my first time making love a beautiful thing, the most beautiful experience of my whole life.” I kiss him. “I am grateful beyond words that I met you, Kane Sutherland.”
He rolls with me, putting me under him; when he does this, he slips out of me. His bulk blocks out the world. I roam the broad expanse of his back and shoulders, down to his hard buttocks, back up. “You’re a fuckin’ miracle, Anjalee Sharma.”
I shake my head. “I am just a woman.”
