Kace’s free hand on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh with a steely grip.
His low grunt, which echoed the same pleasure and pain I was feeling.
“You’re so tight. Fuck, you’re tight.” He was breathing harder too, his body tense as a wire behind me, as if it was taking all his self-control not to snap and surge into me hard and fast. “Push back, Cora. Let me have you. You’re fuckin’ mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice ricocheted through my body, starting at my heart and ending in my clit, and I came again, a rolling orgasm that flowed through me like water.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”
Kace kept muttering words of praise and encouragement, and both his hands were on my hips again, his tight hold keeping us both steady as my feet shook in my high heels.
I kept coming and coming, and he kept pushing inside, inch by slow inch, until finally, we were completely connected. I could feel his steely thighs pressing against the backs of my legs, feel the texture of his jeans on my sensitive skin, and I drew in a shuddering breath, trying to memorize everything about this moment.
The moment I gave myself entirely to Kace.
His upper body draped over mine again, one hand moving up to capture my jaw as he turned my head so he could kiss me.
“I’m not gonna last long,” he muttered when the kiss broke. “You feel too fucking good.”
“I don’t care,” I gasped. This had all been a fucking overload of amazing, new, terrifying sensations anyway. And I had already come three times. Now all I wanted was to feel him come inside me.
“Say ‘blue’ if it’s too much.”
Before I could respond to that, Kace drew out partway, his slick cock sliding against my tight walls, then plunged back in, his hips slapping against mine. I gasped but bit down hard on my bottom lip. There was nothing in the world that could make me say “blue” right now.
And I realized just how much restraint Kace had been using before as he finally let go of it.
His body bucked against mine, his hips pistoning hard and fast as he drove into me again and again. Pleasure and pain mingled until they were one and the same, and even though I’d stopped working my clit, I came again anyway.
It was an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before. It felt like getting ripped apart and fused back together, like I was a star exploding. I threw my head back, and Kace caught the underside of my chin, forcing my back to arch even more. He let out a loud, harsh grunt and then slammed into me one more time, grinding his hips against my ass as he flooded me with his cum.
My whole body shook, the walls of both my core and my ass fluttering desperately.
Breathing hard, Kace wrapped both his arms around me, lifting my torso off the table so we were pressed flush together. His cock was still buried in my ass, and the change of angle made a whole new flood of sensations hit me. Keeping one arm around me, he brushed my messy hair off my face with the other, craning his neck to kiss me.
When he drew back, his moss-green eyes glinted in the dim light coming through the window. His expression was serious, calm… almost peaceful.
“I love you, Coralee,” he whispered softly.
Eighteen
I love you.
The rush of emotions that rose up in my chest was too much to process, and I sucked in a breath as tears stung my eyes.
“Only you,” I said, laughing and crying at the same time, “could tell me that while you’re still inside my ass and make it sound romantic.”
He smiled broadly, an expression that was so rare on his face that it seemed blinding in the darkness. “Hey. What we just did was extremely romantic.”
I laughed again, and the vibrations the sound created in my body seemed to do something to Kace. He groaned, pulling me even closer as he circled his hips against my ass again, his cock pulsing slightly. Then he slowly withdrew, making sure to keep his hands on me so I didn’t slump into a heap on the ground.
“Wait here.”
He set my hands on the table to brace me up, then crossed to the other side of the room and returned a second later with a few tissues. He gingerly helped clean me up, touching me with such care and ownership that my heart seemed to swell inside my chest. After tossing the tissues away, he slid my panties back on and turned me around, lifting me up to sit on the exam table.
I winced slightly, and concern darkened his features.
“You okay?”