Kane’s POV:
Before I knew it, instinct and desire had taken over. Her body was still trembling from her release, her moans lingering in the steamy air around us. She was a vision—her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the way her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. And yet, I wasn’t done with her. Not even close.
I slid my hand down her thighs, feeling the slick heat of her skin, the way her muscles quivered under my touch. Gently, I guided her legs closed together, positioning myself between them. She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering open to et mine, curiosity and desire warring in her gaze.
"Trust ," I murmured, my voice low and husky. She nodded, her lips parting as another soft gasp escaped her when she felt the heat of pressed against her inner thigh.
The sensation was electric—her soft, supple skin rubbing against as I began to move, slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of my length sliding along her thigh. She whimpered, her body arching toward , her hands gripping my arms as she instinctively rolled her hips. The sound of her pleasure spurred on, my movents growing more deliberate, more intense.
The friction was exquisite, her slick arousal only heightening the sensation. I groaned, the deep sound vibrating in my chest as I pushed harder, feeling her body respond to . My hands gripped her hips, anchoring her as I guided her movents, pressing her thigh closer to .
"You feel so good," I growled, my voice raw as my eyes locked onto hers. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her lips forming silent pleas that I could feel in the way her body trembled beneath .
The sound of our breaths mingled with the steady rhythm of my movents, and I could feel myself edging closer to release. She reached for , her nails digging into my back as she pulled down for a kiss.
I don’t know how I lost control—maybe it was her, looking so tempting with the steam curling around her, or maybe it was the relentless need of my wolf clawing at the edges of my restraint. Either way, my judgnt had clouded, overtaken by the primal urge that simred just beneath the surface, my judgnt slipping through my fingers like water.
Her thighs were clutched close around as I moved against her, the slick heat of her skin driving mad. her inner thighs were soft and slick with her arousal, cradling in a way that had my mind spiraling. The friction was intoxicating, and for a mont, I surrendered to it, letting my instincts take over. My movents quickened, driven by the raw, primal hunger that my wolf amplified. For a mont, it was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of us—her gasps, her moans, the way her body arched into mine. But then my wolf, damn him, slipped through the cracks in my control.
And then it happened.
I don’t even rember the exact mont my control faltered, but I felt it—the head of my cock slipping past her folds, into her. It happened too quickly, I felt the head of my cock press against her entrance. Before I could stop myself, it slipped just inside her, the overwhelming heat and tightness hitting like a lightning bolt. Just barely, but enough to make her gasp and jump in shock. Her wide, startled eyes t mine, and before I could fully process it, she pulled herself out of my hold, her body trembling.
She jumped, startled, pulling away from in an instant, her wide, shocked eyes eting mine. Panic shot through as I wrestled back control from my wolf, who was growling low in frustration. I want to fuck her, he snarled in my mind, unashad and unrepentant. His words sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing over , and I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to suppress him.
The words sent a bolt of sha through . I shoved him back, hard, forcing myself to regain control. My eyes shifted color, the glow of my wolf’s influence fading as I murmured, "I’m sorry," my voice barely audible over the sound of the water. Without waiting for her response—too ashad to face her—I turned and dashed out of the bathroom, my chest tight with humiliation.
I didn’t stop until I was far enough away to catch my breath, my hands braced against the wall as guilt and embarrassnt washed over . My chest heaved as I tried to calm the storm raging inside.
What had I done?
Guilt twisted in my gut like a knife. I leaned against the nearest wall, dragging a hand down my face. My wolf had tried to go too far, and even if it was him in control for that split second, it didn’t absolve . He was still . My responsibility. My actions. And I had almost.... he’d crossed a line—we’d crossed a line. The mory of her startled face, the way she’d pulled away, was seared into my mind.
And yet, the worst part? I couldn’t forget the feeling of her. The briefest, fleeting mont of her warmth, her tightness, had branded itself into my senses. It felt so good, so right, that it made hate myself all the more.
I groaned, the sound filled with frustration and self-loathing. I’d known from the start that showering with her was a bad idea. I’d told myself it was a mistake, and yet here I was, proving myself right in the worst way possible.
"Stupid," I muttered under my breath, raking a hand through my hair.
She trusted . And I’d nearly crossed a line she wasn’t ready for. I needed to stay away, to gather my composure and leash the wolf that had co so dangerously close to claiming her before she was ready.
I paced the room, my wolf sulking but unapologetic in the corner of my mind. I needed to make this right, to apologize properly, to prove to her that she was safe with . She had to know that I would never intentionally hurt her or push her boundaries.
But right now? I wasn’t sure how I could face her again, not with the weight of my guilt pressing down on .
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