Chapter 28

Chapter 28

KENAI.

I slowly approached her lips like they were a burning flame and might consume me whole.

The last time I kissed her was the night I asked her to run and never look back.

The moment our mouths met, every bit of restraint I’d built over the years cracked.

Her lips tasted just like I fucking remember. Soft. Tender. Maddening. Vanilla. Sinful.

I used to sneak into her room when we were younger just to lie beside her. She made my nightmares go away. And while I lay beside her,  I told myself it was harmless, that I just needed to be close. But the truth was darker. I wanted to touch her in ways I had no right to. And I did.

I touched her in places only I was meant to touch. I kissed her. I ran my fingers through her hair. I usually ventured between her thighs. But I never went beyond that.

The kiss started off tender and soft. But I couldn't promise such tenderness for too long because I felt my control slip through my fingers, walked straight out the fucking door, and left nothing but hunger behind.

I dragged my tongue over her lips, tasting the faint tremor that rippled through her body. It sent a jolt right down my spine, a wicked kind of electricity that demanded more.

"You're too tense, Shan," I murmured, my voice rougher than I remembered it could sound. “Let me in. Kiss me like you mean it.”

I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of her mouth as she gave me all the access I needed. My tongue delved deeper, tasting every corner of her mouth. The taste of her hit me like a rush of heat, sweet and maddening. My tongue explored her mouth like I’d been starved for it, like I’d been waiting a lifetime to find out if she still tasted the same.

My hand slowly crawled up her back and rested at the back of her neck, gently holding her in place, while my other hand pressed her further into me.

A small moan escaped her again, and I knew a part of her craved this.

I'd watched George fuck her, and sometimes it looked like porn gone wrong. He’d never kissed her like this, never made her melt the way she was melting against me now.

I deepened the kiss further, letting my hand crawl from her waist to her butt. Fuck. It was soft and warm. Everything I’d spent years imagining.

A low growl escaped my throat when her hand finally touched me.

I was losing it.

I was fucking losing it.

The kiss turned a little more frantic than I knew she might have wanted. But fuck it. These were years of restraint and emotions all spilling out at once.

I backed her against the wall just beside the bed, pressing into her as I deepened the kiss.

“Fuck, Shannon,” I growled, my lips dragging along her jaw, her throat, the shell of her ear. My hand found her breast, kneading hard enough to make her gasp.

When I lifted her leg and hooked it around my waist, she whimpered helplessly. My cock pressed against her through that useless scrap of lace pretending to be underwear. I could feel the heat radiating through it, taunting me.

I braced one hand on the wall above her head and let the other trail down, tracing the thin strap of her thong until my fingers reached the edge of her center.

She jerked slightly, her lips parting against mine like she wanted to protest, but I didn’t let her. I caught her mouth again and pressed deeper, my breath burning into hers.

"Can't back out now, Shan," I said into her mouth.

She placed both hands on my shoulders as if to keep me in check.

My tongue needed an adventure, and I let it have one.

I let my tongue trace the corner of her mouth, her neck, and down to her chest.

She threw her head back, eyes closed, taking in every fucking bit of what I was offering.

I caught her by the waist and pulled her from the wall, our mouths still locked. She was shaking now, and so was I. The room suddenly felt too hot.

The bed hit the back of her knees. I didn’t stop kissing her as I lowered her down, placing her on her back.

I shoved the joggers down, and my cock sprang free like it had been locked in for years. Fuck. It stood proud and angry—thick, heavy, the veins pulsing like it had its own heartbeat. I hadn’t seen it this hard in a long, long time.

Shannon’s eyes widened, and a slow grin crept across my face. It wasn't new. When we were young, she used to be fascinated with my size, even though no matter how hard I tried, she never agreed to touch it. Said it was forbidden.

Christ, that word always did something to me.

Everything forbidden always tasted better.

I leaned over her, caging her in beneath me. Just as I was about to guide myself toward her, she froze.

"Wait..." Her voice shook like she was standing face to face with a monster from her nightmares.

Her gaze dropped to my raging cock before crawling back to meet mine.

"What?" I bit out through clenched teeth, already losing my patience.

She was quiet.

"Never taken a cock this big before?" I tilted my head and asked flatly, but she didn't say anything.

Her eyes just glistened with tears that she didn't let fall.

And fuck, that tears and silence were almost enough to push me over the edge.

I held the straps of her thong and tugged harshly at them. They snapped so easily. My gaze never left hers. She flinched the moment she lay bare before me, with no barrier between us.

She tried to close her thighs on instinct, but I held them still, "Don't."

I let my gaze roam over her small, bald cunt that looked like it hadn't been taking in any cocks before now.

Of course. Her husband's cock could as well be mistaken for a tiny piece of banana. He was the kind of man who probably apologized after cuming.

Today she'll know what it feels like to get fucked by a real cock. She’d understand what it meant to be taken by someone who knew exactly what to do with her body, and wouldn’t stop until she remembered it every time she closed her eyes.

I let my eyes travel over her slowly, until she shivered under the weight of my gaze. The corners of my mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile that wasn’t kind.

When my hand reached the strap of her bra, I hooked a finger under it and tore it away.

Seeing Shannon, my obsession, lying down before me, naked as she should be, with no barrier, did something feral to me.

It wasn’t just lust that burned through me; it was hunger, it was possession.

I braced myself on one arm, hovering over her so close I could feel the tremor of her breath against my skin. My other hand drifted down, slow enough to make her squirm, tracing the soft skin of her inner thighs until I came to her warm, wet center.

Slowly, I ran a finger over the entrance, and she shivered. So did I.

"Fuck... You're so wet..."

I slid a finger into her tight, molten heat, and the way she clenched around me nearly broke my restraint. My jaw locked, muscles straining as I forced a groan back down my throat. I drew out slowly, then pushed back in a little deeper. Her moan filled the room. It was soft at first, then gradually became helpless, as her legs fell open wider for me.

She fucking opened her legs for me.

My control slipped another notch. I eased another finger inside her, and her cunt welcomed it like it had been waiting for this all along. The grip of her walls was maddening, wet, hot, and fucking perfect.

I began a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her wet cunt.

The wet, squishy should that came out of it sent me into a pit of madness, making my blood roar.

“Christ…” I breathed in a ragged voice as I thrust harder and faster, matching the way her hips began to rise off the bed to meet me.

Her head tipped back, her mouth open in a trembling moan. “Ah… Kenai…”

Hearing my name fall from her lips like that, so breathy and broken, snapped something in me.

She moaned again, her hands finding my rigid chest. She was torn between pulling me in and pushing me off.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I rasped, leaning closer, “Take it, baby. Just like that.”

Just as her body began to tighten around my fingers, trembling on the edge of release, I pulled out immediately.

Her eyes flew open, "What... Why did you stop?" I saw raw panic in her eyes.

I couldn’t help the smirk that curved my mouth. The sight of her like that was a kind of power that went straight to my head.

“My cock,” I said roughly, wrapping a hand around my hard, painfully erect cock, and stroking it, “gets real jealous… even of my fingers.”

Her lips parted, her gaze dropping between us just as I aligned myself with her soaked entrance. The swollen head of my cock pressed against her, stretching her folds apart. She was so wet and so tight, it felt like the universe itself had narrowed down to this single point of contact.

The tip covered her whole, almost as if it wouldn't fit. But it fucking would.

“Kenai…” she breathed.

I pushed forward just enough to feel the first resistance give way, and a guttural sound tore from my throat.

“Shh,” I whispered, leaning close until my breath brushed her ear. “You were made for this. For me.”

I let the head of my cock rest against her entrance a second longer, savoring the tension coiling between us.

She was going to take it all in.

“You’ve got no idea what I’m about to do to you.”