I shuddered as my pussy rippled around his intrusion, tipping the handful of his hair to the floor. “Because I love you.”
He kissed me.
Hungrily.
Messily.
Reverently.
“Fuck, I love you, Gem. More than I can stand.” He filled me again, his hands landing on my hips, holding me still as I reached up and grabbed another handful.
I lost myself to the dance.
A carnal, arousing dance where his long hair slowly rained onto the floor and our bodies clawed to get closer. Chunks of longer hair dangled by his jawline while shorter areas stuck out the side of his head. If I didn’t know him, I’d say he was a patient who’d run from some insane asylum.
But I did know him.
I knew every dark, demented, dangerous part of him.
Funny how love could turn ugly into beautiful and pain into utmost pleasure.
My chest filled with soul-deep affection as I snipped the last handful of long hair, watching the strands float to the floor.
Kas’s hips thrust deeper, pinning me against the vanity, ensuring the tip of him reached the top of me.
We shuddered.
His eyes looked past me to his reflection, studying the mess I’d made of his hair, tilting his head at the new look. “You’re not finished yet.”
I nodded. “I’ll tidy it up when my brain isn’t malfunctioning.”
“I make you malfunction?”
I groaned, dropping the scissors to the floor as my hands latched onto his powerful shoulders. “You steal every thought in my head, Kas, especially when you’re inside me.”
“Then I better replace every thought with me then.” Bending his head, he nuzzled into my neck.
I shivered.
He sank his teeth into my skin.
I jerked in his arms as he wrapped me tight, held me close, and thrust.
His body pounded into mine, switching from sensual to savage in one breath.
I couldn’t breathe as he took me.
The pressure, the speed, the pummelling.
He bit my throat again, sending pain lashing through my blood, activating the pleasure already burning through me. “Come for me, Gem. Come all over me.”
“Oh, God.” I bounced in his arms, my breasts swaying, my skin going slippery with sweat.
He grunted with every thrust, trying to crawl inside me. His face remained buried in my neck, his breath hot, his teeth sharp, his entire body enveloping mine.
And I didn’t have a choice.
He inserted himself into my every thought, feeling, and awareness.
All I heard was him.
Felt was him.
Wanted was him.
An orgasm spindled inside me, gathering speed and strength, spiraling tighter with each and every thrust. His hand wedged between our two writhing bodies, his fingers finding my clit.
“No, don’t—”
Too late.
I’d wanted to surf up the wave.
I’d wanted to hover on the blissful edge before crashing.
But Kas’s masterful touch didn’t just push me off the cliff—it shoved me into the sky, past the stars, and granted me wings as I came harder than I ever had before.
My eyesight went black as my entire body broke apart.
I cried out, most likely screamed, as my pussy milked his cock, and I exploded.
His roar hurt my ears as he followed me.
Slamming into me.
Again and again.
Rough and territorial.
Raw and vulgar.
His release splashed inside me, rhythmical and wet.
It felt like we came for days.
Like we died and were reborn as one.
Our eyes met as we jerked with aftershocks.
Tension throbbed between us.
His hair was a mess.
His lips swollen.
His face as wild as the day I met him.
But then as our bodies slowly calmed and our hearts stopped jackhammering, he smiled.
A rare, stunning smile that held no ghosts, no shadows, or the many, many horrors of his past.
It was a smile full of belonging, of healing, of love.
And I saw our future.
A future that would be hard-won but full of triumph.
A future where he was more than just happy.
He was free.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“YOU SURE?” Gemma asked softly, her hand poised by my cheek, the pink feminine razor in her fingers.
I nodded, glancing at myself sideways in the mirror.
She’d tidied up the hack job of my hair after we’d had sex, taken a shower, and wrapped ourselves up with towels.
Dusk was falling outside, groceries were waiting to be put away, and Gemma had planned a live video chat this afternoon for her legions of online fans.
But none of that mattered.
She didn’t make me feel like I was an inconvenience or taking precious time from other activities. She was one hundred percent with me, her attention locked on me, her heart forever joined to mine.
Fuck, I’m lucky.
Running a hand over my shorter locks, it felt so odd. Gem might not be a professional hairdresser, but she did a great job. She’d trimmed every strand but not excessively short. It still curled around my ears and flopped over my forehead if I tilted my head.
It wasn’t the preppy style of some of the guys on the TV, but...it kind of suited me.
It was unruly but not wild.
Messy like my mind but tamer than my previous existence.