Elena’s POV:
I woke up to warmth, to a heat that coursed through my body in a way that left both confused and yearning. At first, I thought I was still dreaming. The tingling pressure on my lips was too vivid, too real. But when I opened my eyes and saw Kane hovering over , his lips pressed to mine in a possessive, toe-curling kiss, my heart stopped.
This wasn’t a dream. This was real.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up. My lips parted instinctively, letting him deepen the kiss as his tongue slid against mine in a way that made my toes curl. His hands gripped my waist, firm and commanding, and his body pressed against mine, pinning to the bed.
I was a ss—breathless, confused, and far too aroused for soone who had literally just woken up. And Kane? He was relentless. Every movent, every touch, every kiss was designed to unravel completely.
"You’ve been very naughty all night, little mate," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.
I blinked up at him, dazed and completely unprepared for his words. Naughty? What was he talking about?
Then it hit . The dream. Oh, Goddess. Heat rushed to my face as the mories flooded back. The vivid, erotic dream where Kane had whispered filthy promises in my ear and touched like I was his to claim.
I prayed—begged—that I hadn’t said anything incriminating in my sleep, but the smug look on Kane’s face told I was screwed.
Realizing the position we were in, I tried to move, to create so distance between us, but Kane wasn’t having it. He rolled us over effortlessly, pinning beneath him, his strong arms braced on either side of my head. His dark, predatory eyes locked onto mine, and I felt completely exposed under his gaze.
My face burned at his words, the mories of my dream flooding back with a vengeance. Oh no. No, no, no. Had I said anything in my sleep? Had he heard anything?
"I wasn’t—" I started, but Kane cut off with a low chuckle.
"Don’t even try to deny it, Elena," he said, leaning in closer until his lips were just a whisper away from mine. "I know exactly what—or should I say who—you were dreaming about."
My mouth opened and closed, no words coming out as I gaped at him, utterly mortified. His smirk only deepened, his confidence and smugness radiating off him in waves.
"Goddess, you should’ve seen yourself," he continued, his voice dropping to a sinful purr. "The way you were squirming, the little whimpers you were making... Do you have any idea what you do to , little mate?"
I wanted to disappear. To sink into the mattress and never co back. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I finally managed to squeak, even though we both knew it was a lie.
Kane’s eyes darkened, his smirk softening into sothing more predatory. "Oh, you don’t, huh?" His hand slid from my waist, trailing down to rest on my hip. "Then maybe I should remind you."
Before I could protest—or even think of a protest—he was kissing again, stealing the breath from my lungs and every coherent thought from my mind. This kiss was slower, deeper, his lips and tongue exploring mine with a tenderness that made my chest ache even as my body lted beneath him.
"What were you dreaming about, love?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusent and sothing far more dangerous.
"N-Nothing!" I squeaked, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched.
He chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent a thrill through even as I tried to deny the effect he had on . "Liar," he murmured, leaning down to press soft, teasing kisses along my jaw.
His lips were warm and insistent, moving with a deliberate slowness that made it impossible to think straight. When he reached my neck, he nipped at the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from my lips before soothing the spot with his tongue.
"You were making these little sounds," he whispered, his voice husky as his lips lingered against my throat. "Like this."
As if on cue, a soft, involuntary moan escaped , and Kane’s smirk widened against my skin. My face burned with embarrassnt, but the way he was looking at —like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—made it impossible to feel anything but want.
His hand slid down my body, trailing over the baggy shirt I had worn to bed. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the way my body was reacting to him—how my nipples had hardened under his touch, how my breathing had quickened. His hand found my breast, firm and unyielding, and he gave it a gentle squeeze that sent a jolt of pleasure straight through .
I gasped, arching into his touch as my hands fisted the sheets beneath .
"You were dreaming about , weren’t you?" he asked, his voice rough and demanding.
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t think. All I could do was moan as his thumb brushed over my nipple, teasing through the fabric of my shirt.
"Was it , love?" he asked again, his patience clearly wearing thin.
Before I could respond, he shifted his hips, pressing himself against in a way that made gasp loudly. The hard length of him was unmistakable, and even through the layers of clothing, the friction was intense.
"Answer ," he demanded softly, grinding against again. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my body trembling beneath him.
"Yes!" I cried out finally, my voice breathless and desperate. "You!"
"Who, love?" he teased, pausing just long enough to make squirm.
"For f-fuck’s sake, Kane, don’t stop!" I blurted out, the words slipping past my lips before I could even think.
His deep, rumbling chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Such a naughty little mouth," he murmured, his tone filled with both amusent and sothing far darker.
He ground against harder this ti, and I instinctively spread my legs wider to give him more. The pressure, the friction—it was too much, and yet not enough. I wanted more. I needed more.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice filled with approval as I trembled beneath him.
Before I could process what was happening, he rolled onto my stomach, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to cup my breasts again. His touch was firm, possessive, and the way his fingers teased and kneaded my sensitive flesh had gasping and arching my back.
"Kane," I whimpered, his na falling from my lips like a prayer.
"Mine," he growled, his voice low and feral as he pressed himself against , his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The feel of him grinding against , the roughness of his breath in my ear—it was driving insane.
My body tensed, the pressure building to a breaking point as he continued his slow, torturous assault. And then it hit . Pleasure crashed over like a tidal wave, and I cried out, my body shaking as my release consud .
Kane followed monts later, his hips snapping against one last ti as he buried his face in my neck, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
When he finally pulled back, I was a panting ss, my cheeks flushed and my lips tingling from his assault. His forehead rested against mine, his dark eyes boring into with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.
"You’re mine, Elena," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "Every thought, every dream, every part of you. Mine."
For a mont, neither of us moved. Our breathing was ragged, our bodies tangled together as we ca down from the high.
Finally, Kane rolled off , pulling into his arms and holding close. His lips pressed against my temple in a gentle, almost tender kiss.
"See what you do to , little mate?" he murmured, his voice soft but still laced with that possessive edge that made my heart race.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. "Kane..." I whispered, not even sure what I wanted to say.
But before I could find the words, he rolled onto his back, pulling against his chest and wrapping an arm securely around my waist. His other hand brushed a strand of hair from my face as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Relax, little mate," he said, his voice softer now, though still carrying that undeniable edge of authority. "We’ve got all the ti in the world. No need to rush."
I nodded against his chest, my body still buzzing from the dream—and the reality that followed. As his heartbeat steadied beneath my ear, I tried to focus on calming my own, though it was impossible with the way his scent surrounded , warm and comforting and utterly addictive.
This man was going to drive insane. And the worst part? I wasn’t even sure I minded.
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