Page 83 of Kade

Was it normal? To feel like this with him? I hungered for him as much as I had in high school. I needed him even more. There were times I was exasperated with him, but this primal desperation for him that I felt inside of me, that never went away. It only increased over the years.

He cursed, arching more over me, and his hips began slamming into me.

My breath shortened.Jesus.

The pressure exploded. I gasped, grabbing for his wrist, and squeezing as I clenched around him. My climax ripped through me, the waves spreading all over, and I just lay there a moment as my entire body felt like a volcano had gone off inside of me.

When I came back down, my pulse steadying, Mason was still fucking me. I moved my hips with him, but he pinned me down, growling. “No.” He watched where he was sliding in and out of me, his fingers rubbing my clit.

I reached for his hand, wanting to pull him off me, but he put both my wrists together. Pinning them against the bed with one hand, he stretched himself over me. One hand continued to rub my clit, and his hips powered into me. Hard.

Brutal.

His eyes turned, meeting mine. I saw the need in him. He was angry. Something had happened. It had brought out the anguish he’d buried so deep inside. It had come to the surface, and he needed an outlet.

That was me.

He needed to dominate me. A shudder racked through me. He was going to bring me to climax over and over again—until he’d exhausted himself.

Fuck.

I relaxed my body, sinking into the bed. He released my wrists, delivering one word. “Stay.” When I closed my eyes, his hand curled around my throat. He held me there instead, his thumb resting over my artery so he could feel my pulse.

I succumbed to him, surrendering. Over the next hour and a half, he brought me to four more toe-curling releases. Finally I broke down, tears sliding free. “Mason, please.” I reached for his wrist and pulled his hand away from my clit. “I can’t take anymore.” I was drained from all the sensations and emotions. He’d wreaked havoc on my body.

His eyes met mine. So stark. Hollow. He wasn’t fully here. He had hidden away inside of himself, seeking solace in the pleasure between us.

I cupped his face. “Come back to me.” I smoothed a thumb over his cheek again.

A primal growl rumbled from him. “You are mine.”

He pulled out, moved back, and flipped me over. His hands went to my hips. His cock thrust inside, and he yanked me up against him, my back to his chest as we both kneeled upright on the bed. His hand circled my throat again. The other slid down my stomach to rub me again. He panted into my ear, “Mine to please. Mine to take. Mine to fuck. My cunt.”

I tensed becausefuck him. He was destroying me. “Mason.”

His hips hit me faster.

“Mason!”

His body jerked. His hand trembled at my throat. “Sam?”

Relief washed over me. My knees shook. He’d come back to me. I spoke, my throat moving against his hand. “I can’t take anymore. Fucking come, baby. The kids will be up soon.”

He cursed and let go of my throat. He fanned light kisses over my neck and eased me to the bed. He guided me down gently and groaned. His hands gripped my hips and I sighed as he drove into me a few more times and finally,fucking finally, he released into me.

My pussy squeezed him hard. I couldn’t help myself. It was a reflex. Another low rumble came from his chest as he collapsed on me.

We were both replete. Except I couldn’t catch my breath.

I—what is happening?

I waited until we were both once again in our bodies to look over my shoulder at him.

He avoided my gaze, slipping out of me, running a hand down my side. “Shit. I’m sorry, Sam.” He peppered those soft kisses again to my shoulder. “Jesus. Did I hurt you?”

I rolled over to lie on my back and wiped my hair from my forehead. “I mean, five times. You didn’t hurt me, but you drained everything out of me. Five times.” I tried to glare at him, but in all honesty, I’d been waiting for this. He’d been holding so much back. He’d told me what was going on, but himfeelingit was different. I didn’t think this was all of it. I was just grateful for the start.

I ran a hand down the side of his face and let it fall to his chest. He laid beside me and raised my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss there.