Page 104 of Tragic (Lark Cove 3)

My heart swelled. “Really? This isn’t a pity fuck?”

“Hell no.” He swiped my hand again and continued down the hall, his pace faster this time.

We crossed the threshold to my bedroom and Kaine swept me up into his arms. But instead of tossing me onto the bed like he’d done time and time again, he cradled me in his arms and gingerly set me on the mattress.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I nodded, reaching for the elastic waistband of his sweats. But he stepped back before I tugged them down.

He shook his head. “Go slow.”

Slow? Slow was not our thing. I’d be up for trying it one day, but not right now. Where was the ferocious and rough lover I’d come to expect?

With the lightest touch, Kaine stripped me of my clothes, one article falling to the floor at a time. The way he slid down my panties so carefully was pure torture. When I was naked, he bent down and cupped my jaw, tilting it up so he could plant the slightest kiss on my lips.

I leaned in, craving more, but he pulled away before I even got a hint of tongue.

I huffed in frustration. The gentle caress and the careful strokes could be saved for another day. Tonight, Kaine needed to tear at my clothes before doing the same to his own. He needed to give me bruising fingertips and kisses with bite.

He made short work of his clothes, scattering them with a whoosh and whir and thud. His frantic stripping gave me hope that he was as anxious for my touch as I was his.

I inched backward on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows. Past my protruding bump, I caught a glimpse of Kaine’s erection bobbing free as he knelt on the bed.

He took my knees in his hands and spread them apart. The look in his eyes was feral but his touch was just a whisper.

“Yes,” I moaned as he came closer, the heat from his cock soaking into my center.

He lined himself up, barely working inside the tip before pulling back. When he pushed back again, he only went an inch deeper. His hesitant moves didn’t come close to satisfying the ache.

I breathed, trying to relax and let him be in control. Kaine had never once disappointed me in the bedroom, and maybe this slow approach was his way of delaying for amplified gratification.

He pushed in again, this time sinking deeper. It wasn’t all the way, but it was better than only getting his crown. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of bliss before he pulled out again.

Over and over, he barely penetrated before backing off. I was dripping for him but he didn’t sink to the root. I opened my eyes in another frustrated huff only to find his closed. His jaw was tight, his lips pursed like he was furious. He’d dropped his hands from my knees and they were fisted at his sides.

He was the picture of physical restraint.

“Kaine,” I whispered. “You’re not going to break me.”

When his eyes popped open, they were full of fear.

I reached for him, pulling him lower. “We can have sex. It’s perfectly safe for me and the babies. I promise.”

He sighed, his forehead dropping to mine but careful not to put any pressure on my belly. “God, I want you.”

“Then have me.” I brushed my lips against his in a wicked grin. “Have me like you want me. Like I want you. Fuck me, Kaine. Hard.”

He paused for a moment, then pushed back up, settling on his knees. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, then cupped my breasts, pushing them together. I massaged the flesh and toyed with my nipples because Kaine loved it when I gave him a show, and I wanted to drive him over the edge.

As I tweaked a nipple harder, a deep groan filled the room at the same time Kaine thrust forward, burying himself deep.

“Yes,” I cried out, arching my hips into his.

His hands gripped my thighs, digging into my flesh as he lifted them higher. Our connection deepened. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“I missed you.”