e wanted. “Cane,” she said, trying to focus her unsteady gaze on his devastatingly handsome face. When all she really wanted to do was let her eyes roll into the back of her head. She could easily pass out from the sheer ecstasy that overwhelmed her.
And she was immortal for fuck’s sake!
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said. “All of you.” Her heart seemed to thump in her throat. Her pulse raced and her breath came in short, heavy pulls. “Come inside me. Let me feel you. Fill me, Cane. Please…”
His forearms shifted from the backsides of her knees and he crowded her as he placed his hands on either side of her hips, pressing forward, further into her, as he leaned against the table. His dark, sinful gaze burned her eyes, her mind, her soul. He looked so deeply into her that she gasped.
Fear he could ascertain all of her darkest secrets held her captive for but a brief moment. Then he was taking her hard and fast again, with a renewed intensity that had her writhing and panting and ready to explode once more.
“Oh yes,” she urged. “Fuck me harder.”
He did.
Bev still couldn’t get enough. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she held him tight, forcing quicker, shorter, more erratic movements that drove her absolutely wild.
“Bevelyn,” he all but growled. His body jerked. His eyelids drooped. His nostrils flared.
All of which turned her on even more. As if that was really possible.
Yes, clearly it was. God, how she wanted him!
And there was no sanity around it. Nothing reasonable or explainable.
She just wanted him…needed him. Had to have him.
All of him, as she’d said.
Released inside her. Now.
Right. This. Very. Second.
“Cane!” Her voice wasn’t her own. It belonged to a woman who’d given up all rhyme and reason. All sensibility. The provocative, sultry tone she heard was meant to sway, to seduce. To bring her lover over to her side—to do her bidding. And her bidding was to have him come inside her. “I need to feel you,” she told him. Repeating her now-urgent request. Her body moved with his and she could see by the tight pull of his jaw, the heat in his eyes, the strain of his muscles that he was hanging on by a thin strand. A fragile thread. One she could break so easily.
A soft smile touched her lips. “I never imagined feeling this swept away. This lost. This uninhibited. I never wanted it,” she admitted. Their gazes locked and she said, “Now I can’t imagine how I lived without experiencing this.”
The truth of her words brought tears to her eyes that she blinked back. “I don’t care what happens tomorrow, Cane.” That was a huge lie, but an inevitability she couldn’t escape. “All that matters to me is this night. This moment. I’ve never wanted anything more. I’ve never wanted anyone more. I never will.”
He swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed and his eyes ignited with more heat. “I don’t know that I can give you everything you deserve, Bev,” he said, honesty reflected in his onyx irises.
She shook her head. “I’m not asking for anything. Just this.” Her inner walls clenched his thick cock again, making him groan and thrust into her. Bev gasped. “I don’t need anything traditional. Don’t think you have to fill a specific role. Just…give me what you can. Give me this. You. All of you.”
His gaze held hers. She saw confusion and relief and so many other things she couldn’t even begin to identify. It didn’t matter. All she cared about was that the swirling in his eyes seemed to hint at acceptance. Understanding.
Perhaps Cane was as in need of as wide a berth as she was.
Willing and able to give physically, but guarded enough to understand the need for an arm’s length between them emotionally.
And yet…even as the idea presented itself in her mind, she realized she didn’t like the implication. To keep him at bay—like all the others—was painful to consider.
Especially since he’d already claimed her heart. As no other man ever had.
They were sharing real intimacy tonight. She had but to look into his dark eyes to see the extent of emotion reflective of her own. The words hadn’t been expressed aloud, but the feelings lingered between them. And the way they’d made love, with no inhibitions to mar the intimacy, to hold them back…
Bev knew a bond now existed between them that time and distance and death wouldn’t break. His death, of course.
She was now forever connected to him in her heart.
Cane moved inside her again, pulling her from her reverie. Bev was hopelessly lost all over again, her emotional dilemma slipping from her mind.