Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen 2)

Ky sighed and kissed a salty droplet away from each cheek. Pressing his forehead against mine, he inhaled a ragged breath and murmured, “I fuckin’ love you, Lilah. This, us, baby, it’s more than just fucking. You get that, yeah?”

My inhibitions evaporated at that moment. Clutching my hands on his face, I crushed my lips to his and confessed, “I love you too, so very much. You make me feel safe… I am unafraid when I am with you. You do not know how special that feeling is to me.”

A blinding smile graced his beautiful face and he began crawling stealthily down my body, only to brace himself at my core, his warm breath blowing heavily on my core. “I’m gonna make you feel good. Okay, sweet cheeks?”

I nodded apprehensively. Suddenly, Ky’s tongue swiped along the seam of my core and my hips lifted off the bed. “Ky!” I cried out, too overwhelmed by this unfamiliar sensation.

But Ky did not stop, his tongue flicking relentlessly at my core, his strong arms holding my thighs, and the grunts of pleasure from his mouth vibrated until my back arched and I fisted the sheets.

“Ky, something is happening!” I panicked, feeling out of control, but Ky did not stop. His tongue worked even harder and, suddenly, his finger circled my entrance and, with one gentle thrust, filled me.

An intense sensation overwhelmed my body. My eyes snapped shut as I floated on a wave of pleasure… so much pleasure I could not contain the scream that rose out of my throat and filled the quiet room.

I was beyond breathless as I fought to regain a semblance of rationality. I barely noticed Ky shift up my body. Hand on chest, I opened my eyes to find Ky watching me, hunger in his intense blue stare.

“Ky… what was that?” I asked.

Tipping his head forward, he nuzzled the side of my neck, his hands pinching and rubbing on my breasts. “That ain’t nothing, babe.” He raised his head and slowly licked his lips. “I need to fuck you, Li. Need to fuck you now.”

My breathing hitched and I felt a flow of wetness run from my core at the thought. “I wish for that too.”

Groaning in anticipation, Ky reached past me to a drawer next to the bed. He retrieved a small foil packet and I watched as he ripped the foil in two, pulling something out, and began rolling it over his length.

Placing my hands on his thick thighs, I ran them up and down, attempting to soothe my nerves, enjoying the flex of his thick muscles beneath my palms. Ky exhaled and dropped forward, staring at me so hard I squirmed under his attention. Taking hold of my waist, Ky rolled us so I was on top of him, straddling his muscled and tattooed waist. Startled and feeling exposed, I lowered my chest, wrapping my arms around Ky’s back, chest flush against his. The thud of his pounding heart drummed in my ears and I gripped him tighter, relief flooding through my veins when his arms wrapped around me.

Shifting down, I traced the outline of a thick rope tied in a loop on his chest, running over his shoulder with my mouth. I then moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, “Take me.”

With a guttural growl, Ky spun us until I was on my back, and with a tenderness I did not expect, he smoothed his hand down my leg, lifting it slightly until his manhood was braced at my entrance. Not once breaking eye contact, he pushed into me so slowly, that I felt every single part of him within me.

Against my will, my fingernails clawed into Ky’s broad back, but the action seemed to excite him, and losing control, he thrust hard, filling me entirely.

“Fuck!”

“Ky!”

We screamed in unison and Ky froze, his hot breath fanning my cheek as he tucked his head into the crevice between my neck and shoulder.

“Are… are you okay?” Ky managed to ask through his panting breath.

“Yes,” I replied in a quiet voice, eager for him to move. “Please… take me.”

Ky began rolling his hips in a slow and steady motion, and my hands ran into his hair, gripping at the strands. Ky’s lips journeyed up my neck, across my cheek, and ended at my mouth. His kiss was soft and gentle at first, but as his thrusts increased, causing long moans to issue from my lips, his kiss became fevered, his tongue battling against mine. I freely submitted, letting him take from me what he wanted.

Breaking from my mouth on a gasp, Ky looked into my eyes, an unseen emotion shining from their depths… so beautiful that tears threatened to fall. This joining was like nothing I could have imagined—sensual, intimate, and filled with more love than I ever knew possible.

Our flesh became damp and hot. Something seemed to snap within Ky as his hips jerked and he pushed into me harder and faster. My head was spinning with the incredible sensation.

“Take my hands,” Ky ordered, and I immediately complied. Threading my fingers through his, he lifted our intertwined hands over my head and locked his stare on mine.

No words were spoken; they did not need to be. Everything that needed to be spoken was transferred through the small tensing of our eyes, the heavy breathing from our mouths, the groans, the small cries of pleasure trickling from our lips.

This was making love. This was not a ritual and scheduled Sharing. This was real. This was beautiful… and so soul-changing precious.

Ky’s fingers became unrelenting. He clasped both of my wrists within one of his hands, his free hand traveling downward. He rested it on my core, fingers rolling and teasing my bud.

“Fuck, babe, I need to let go,” Ky rasped.

“Yes, yes!” I screamed as the pressure built between my legs.

Ky’s length seemed to swell and hit a place within me that made me lose all rational thought. Ky’s hard chest rubbed against my breasts and, pounding his hips with enormous energy, my breathing hitched as my pleasure grew to a crescendo. I screamed out, my channel clenching, my core pulsing. Tipping his back, Ky roared out his release, jerking and pushing into me in long, hard thrusts.