My Human
Chapter 129
Tessa’s POV
My entire body frembled beneath him, the pleasure coursing through me
waves I couldurt bazi de contest.
Kane held me like something precious, yet devoured me like something he waited a lifetime for the sad man who had for found the
best damn snack!
The way his mouth moved against me was relentless and reverent all at once
body but my soul.
at if he wave worshipping my fee off to things her
My fingers gripped at the sheets, my head tossing side to side as the rhythm of his tongue drow ma che in chom to snerting to even realised my body was capable of…
My breath caught, back arching involuntarily as I whimpered his name – Broken and nasty – “Kate
He growled in response, the vibration against me sending another jolt of sensation through my spine,
And then, just as I was tipping over the edge – he pulled back, erupting a strangled cry from my throat at the loss of contact
My body was still shaking with the momentum he’d built. But when I looked down at him, knealing between my thighs with the face fished
and glistening, eyes dark and wild, I understood…
He didn’t want this to end in a blur.
He wanted us to fall together…
His manhood stood at full attention, large and throbbing, as I eyed it warily–wondering how on earth it was going to work….
“I need you, Tessa,” he rasped, climbing up my body, kissing a trail up my stomach, between the swell of my breasts and across my collarbone, “Not just to feel you… I need to be inside you. I need all of you.”
The sheer honesty in his voice nearly broke me apart.
I nodded, voice caught in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming intimacy of it all
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Always. Take me.”
He reached between us, guiding himself with care, never breaking eye contact.
“Are you sure? I’ll go slow…” He groaned, his forehead pressing against mine.
“Yes… please put it in…” I practically begged, desperate to feel him entirely, as he chuckled lightly before he slowly began to ease himself into me, inch by inch, his breath stuttering as he groaned low against my lips.
I clenched my teeth, nails digging in to his shoulders as I felt him stretch me entirely, before he paused…
“Fuck… You’re so perfect,” he muttered, his voice cracking with restraint. You feel so fucking good already.”
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Chapter 129
breads, sige pare the stinging between my legs, before I felt my souls leave my body when he said,
will keep gong?” He gritted out, seemingly struggling to control himself.
Bung
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I wispered, before he quickly thrust himself the entire way in, earning a loud gasp from me.
Fadd” I cursed, at bu held me close, stilling to allow me time to adjust once more.
You’re doing great… fuck, you feel amazing… it will start to feel good when I move, trust me.” He whispers in my ear, as I force myself to breathe
“hay.” I nodded quickly, needing him to do something, and with that, his hips began moving back and forth slowly, each one seeming to ease
the pain from before.
The slight burn mixing with the overwhelming sensation of fullness morphed together as one, as I felt the heat slowly build in my stomach
Our bodies were joined, foreheads pressed together as we breathed each other in – grounding ourselves in the sacredness of the moment.
Every thrust was measured and intentional, his hands cradling my face, then trailing down to lace our fingers together against the sheets.
Awaaz’t just sex, Not even close.
i was a claiming
➤ promise,
This was true love,
Each motion spoke the things we hadn’t yet said out loud
that we were done running, done doubting. That no matter what was waiting on
the other side of this war, we had found something stronger than fear.
love. Beal, raw, terrifying love,
“Kane,” I gasped, nails biting into his shoulders, eyes rolling back as the thythm intensified. “It feels good now…” I admit, as he smirks and begins to suck on the skin of my neck.
“I know baby… I’m getting so fucking close… I’ll need to mark you soon… just trust me okay?” He grunted, as we grew more breathless with Each passing second.
can feel something coming…” My pitch grows louder, as I inform him, feeling his hips move quicker.
Fuck! I know,” he whispered, kissing the words from my lips.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
