.Chapter 21-1
Simone
I was floating in nothingness, alone. My dreams always started like this.
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It was the kind of loneliness that ate at you from the inside out, making your chest feel hollow and
your bones ache with emptiness. I hated it. But it never lasted long, and those few minutes of agony were worth it because the moment my pain reached its peak, he would appear.
I didn’t know how it worked, whether my wolf or my soul somehow linked to his and brought him back
to me, but these dreams felt like blessings in disguise.
“Missing me?” he taunted, his nose running along the side of my neck, his lips pressing against the claiming mark he’d left there.
“I think it’s the other way around,” I teased him back, “seeing as you’re always the one coming to me.”
He hummed as he hugged me from behind. He was as naked as I was, and I could feel how hard his c**k was, pressing against my ass. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice rough with need. “I never thought I could miss someone as much as I miss you. It’s as if I’ve been living without any senses left. I cannot feel warmth if it’s not from your body, I can’t smell the scent of pines in the forest since the moment I stopped scenting your sweet orchid and vanilla scent, I can’t taste any fucking meal since the last time I tasted your lips. You’ve broken me, Simone.”
My heartbeat was going a mile a minute. How could he say such sweet words in my dreams and betray me in reality? It just didn’t make sense. I wished this was real. The love I felt from him, how safe and cherished he made me feel, I wished that could be true in reality. But it wasn’t.
“Such pretty words,” I whispered, turning around to face him, “for such a pretty liar.”
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“I’m not ly-” he started to argue, but I interrupted him as my mouth crashed against his.
He let out a low moan that I swallowed greedily. His hands gripped my ass, fingers digging in with bruising force, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding myself against the thick line of his
c**k. I was soaked, so fucking wet for a dream version of him it made me burn with embarrassment, and I coated him with it as I rocked against him.
I needed him so much it hurt.
“Please,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you inside me.”
He pushed me back against what felt like a wall, his hands gripping my thighs as he held me up. I clung to him, nails scraping down his back as I rolled my hips against his, gasping when I felt the head
of his c**k pressing at my entrance.
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“Fuck me, Kane,” I breathed into his mouth, my voice already wrecked. He didn’t waste a second. He thrust into me with one hard, hungry push, filling me so completely my mouth dropped open on a silent cry. The stretch was brutal and perfect all at once, I could feel every inch dragging against me
as he pulled back just enough to slam in again, driving into me with desperate hunger.
“Fuck,” I choked out. “Yes. Just like that-don’t stop.”
“Simone,” he whispered, his teeth biting down on my neck opposite from where he’d left his mark the first time. It was wild and needy, the way he drilled into me as if he might die at any second and this was his only chance at happiness, each thrust deep enough to make me see flashes of white behind my eyelids. The sound of our bodies meeting, wet and fast and filthy, echoed in the nothingness around us, which was strange and not something I cared about right now,
“Kane, yes,” I moaned, my hands tugging at his tied hair to bring his mouth back to mine.
“You are mine,” he growled, voice hot against my lips. “Say it.”
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