I watch in awe as he sheaths himself. He doesn’t allow me to get ready for his onslaught, he forces himself into me, thrusting to the hilt, and in seconds, I’m filled more than I ever have been.
My fingers grip the edge of the desk, and my head falls back, but he’s not having any of it. His one hand holds onto my neck, forcing me to watch him enter me, watch him fuck me. His hips move so fast, I can’t focus.
My cunt pulses around him, needing more, wanting every moment of his passion, and craving everything he’s giving me. This is more than I’ve ever experienced, so much fucking more, that I can’t think straight. My mind is filled with images of him saving me, of him keeping me for himself.
I want that.
His cock thickens, spreading me open, painfully, but that only intensifies my need for release. I chase my orgasm as I reach for my clit, circling it, but Kahn slaps my hand away before delivering ten hard smacks to the sensitive bundle of nerves. His touch is like magic, and I cry out his name before he muffles my moans by slamming his hand over my mouth.
“Can’t have them hearing you,” he chuckles as his hips thrust one last time and I feel him throb inside me. A low, pleasured growl vibrates in his chest, his smirk turning dark and sinful when he murmurs, “Fuck.”
We stay there for a long moment, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even pull out of me. I want to stay like this forever, but it makes no sense for me to feel this way about him. It’s only the second time I’ve ever met this man, yet here I am, giving him my body before I even know if he’ll keep me.
Then, Kahn breaks the silence. “Time for us to talk, little nun.”
Maeve
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory,
Kahn is a gentleman.Nothing like he was moments ago when he was using my body. He helps me up and rights my clothes before zipping up his jeans.
“I didn’t mean for that—”
He interrupts me. “You didn’t come here to fuck me?”
My heart clenches in my chest. He’s right. I did come here for him. I wanted him to… I don’t know. Shaking my head, I look him in the eye. “I wanted… all my life, I’ve learned that sex is a way to get what I want.”
“So, you came here to offer me that tight cunt in exchange for your freedom?” he questions. His smirk is pure sin, wickedness shines in his eyes, and despite being angry, I can’t stop my thighs from squeezing together.
“You know nothing about me,” I bite out, rising to my feet. I head for the door, but before I can open it, his hand slams against the wood, halting me.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” My voice is strained. Blinking back tears, I try to focus on something other than Kahn’s body against my back.
“Leave.” This time, he’s the one who sounds as if he’s holding back emotion. “Don’t leave.” The words are a whisper that feather along my cheek. His lips are so close to me, they scorch me without touching me.
“You made it clear that—”
“I was assessing your need,” he says. “I’m not here to collect pretty girls to save, but if you’re willing to work with me…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. He allows the promise to hang between us.
Can I do this?
“What is it you do?” I still don’t look at him because I don’t trust myself to turn around and not beg him to take me again. I don’t know why this man has such an effect on me, but he’s torturing me without saying a thing.
He laughs then, the sound light, carefree. “I work for God.”
This time, I do turn, and I’m thrown by his beauty. The man is rugged, but he’s also utterly breathtaking. My lungs struggle to pull in air. He’s too close. The scent of leather and danger emanates from him, and I know if he wants to, he can so easily break me.
But then again… I’m broken anyway.
I nod. “Let’s talk.”
* * *
It’s only human to fall into the trap of want and need. Your heart craves attention and your body aches for intimacy. A need to be close to another human being. Loneliness is the one thing that can kill without you even realizing it.