"Uh huh. Okay. You talk to yourself often?"
She shivered at the sound of his voice, gravelly from sleep.
"Get over here. You're shivering woman. I'll warm you up." He winked and the inner walls of her core contracted.
"Yes."
She took her time, admiring him as she walked back to bed. His hand snaked up her inner thigh, stopping as she crawled in next to him.
"If I go an inch higher can I stay?" he asked under half lidded eyes.
Her next breath caught. She bit her lower lip.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Mm hmm."
Kian propped himself up on one elbow started a trail, running his tongue along her stomach pausing to greet a nipple as he continued north. Her nerves were on fire and even the smallest attention had her nearly crumbling in anticipation.
"So eager. I like that."
She knelt next to him on the bed, bracing herself with one hand against his shoulder. His muscles rippled with each movement.
Finally he stretched up, moving and adjusting to sit on his haunches.
His arm held her tight, keeping her with him. Safe. With each kiss, he felt like home. She deepened the kiss, wanting to pull him in closer. His hand tangled in her hair as his kissing grew hungry. At each touch of Kian's lips, sparks of energy tried to start a fire within her, a vibrating need pulsed between her legs and a desperation within her pulled her closer to him. Each taste of his lips had a need biting at her soul stronger and stronger.
She needed him, she needed to be his.
"Please." She whimpered against his lips. His hand found its way between her legs and she pressed against his warm palm.
"So hungry." He whispered against her lips. Brushing her jaw line as he kissed down her neck, he moved so painfully slowly that it made her squirm. She wanted to smack him for the silent torture, except her brain started to misfire with the slightest change in pressure.
"Tell me what I want to hear and I'll do as you ask," he whispered.
Her words hiccupped in her throat as he stroked her. She knew what he wanted; she could hear his thoughts over and over. "Mine. Mine. Raine is ours."
She couldn't, wouldn't stop to think of how she thought she could hear him. She just knew what he wanted to hear.
"Yes. Yours,” she said.
Drawing in a breath the words on her tongue nearly started a chant with each stroke. "I'm yours. Yes."
"Mine." He growled out the word. "You're mine."
With an almost inhuman motion he turned her around, her ass against him as he kissed her shoulder and his hands kneaded at her breasts. She closed her eyes at the myriad sensations. His fingers stroked her, bringing her closer and closer. As she thought she would splinter into a million pieces of herself he guided her forward. She put shaking arms in front of her as he grabbed her waist and before she could catch her breath he thrust into her. The burning sweet pain of being stretched over and over had her body shaking. She sucked at her lower lip biting back screams of pleasure as he thrust again and again, almost primitive in nature.
God she needed him. His hips pushed against her, his dick deeper, until the world around her was static. With each thrust reality fell away.
Oh she was his. Every time his dick pulsed within her, stroking a spot only he seemed to know, she was his.
"I'm yours," she whispered to the air as she closed her eyes.
Raising her hips she met him thrust for thrust.
There was no turning back.
The scent of him, rustic woodsy invaded her senses as he pleasured her body. Her heart beat thrummed through her ears as she came closer and closer.
"Don't stop."
He grabbed her hair, his lips suddenly by her ear.
"Come for me."
Turning her head to the side, he kissed her before he pulled back, his hands back on her hands controlling her. He was taking her to the edge where she didn't know if she would survive the fall - her body started to quake pulling from him everything she needed. This was the point of no return.
He rolled over, holding her as their breathing slowly returned to normal. His dick still in her had her nearly jump at each movement, her body sensitive and sated.
"Wow," was all he said.
She nodded against his chest. "Mmmm. Yeah."
Closing her hand over the arm he wrapped around she wanted to stay there always.
"You are perfect," he said.
"Right now I am not even going to argue. Just shut up before you screw this up."
His chest vibrated with laughter. "What were you saying about your dead Gran? I think that had more potential of rui-"
"Oh my God. She better have disappeared.” Jerking up, Raine rolled to the side and looked around.
"Relax princess. I don't think your Gran would have stayed for that little show. Although had she, I am pretty sure she'd be impressed."
Leaning over, Kian kissed her, freezing her errant thoughts in their tracks.
He was right. Who cared. Gran was a grown woman. Granted Raine knew her Gran would never do that to her. Instead Raine tried to lose herself with each caress of his lips.
Right as she was about to push aside every worry she had, Kian's phone chirped.
"Shit. Hold on. I have to make sure it's not the station."
She gave a half hearted smile. "Sure. I didn't even think to ask if you worked today."
He slid off the bed and turned in a circle.
"Do you see my pants?" He lifted his shirt and tossed it aside and then rose, holding up her panties by one finger. He flashed her a devious grin before flinging them at her.
She should have probably paid attention to his missing pants before the ringing stopped, but she couldn't stop watching the muscles along his back ripple and bulge with each move.
"Ah found them." Shuffling through a
