Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL) Chapter 92: I won’t hurt you

Kain Locke

I arched into his touch. Kael pulled back slightly to look at , the hunger in his eyes making the muscles in my belly tighten.

"As you wish," he murmured, leaning down to nip at my collarbone just as I let out another low groan.

I lost myself in him. My head fell back against the pillow as he gave and took in equal asure, until finally, he withdrew his fingers---slick and glistening.

Like he could read my thoughts, he shifted, aligning himself so that his hardened cock pressed directly against .

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered violently at the sight, only intensifying as he nudged the flushed, swollen head against my entrance. He looked ready to push in at any mont.

I know I’m being ridiculous, but staring at him, so thick and hard, I couldn’t help but wonder:

Will that even fit in?

I an, I’ve done this with him before... right?

Well---barely conscious, I don’t even rember it. And I certainly don’t rember him being this big. I haven’t done anything like this with anyone else since.

So... it’s not going to hurt, right?

Just like that, anxiety crashes over . He must seen it on my face too, because his expression softens as he glances from where we’re nearly joined, back to my eyes.

"Are you nervous? We don’t have to."

"Yes, we do," I say quietly. There’s no one else I want this with. No one else I trust. Even if I regret it later, I don’t care.

He seems to understand--like he sees everything I can’t put into words.

"Then don’t think," he murmurs. "Just feel."

With a slow, careful thrust, he presses forward, the head of his cock slipping past the rim. The sensation is like nothing else—similar to his fingers but far more intense, every nerve ending alight as he breaches , just barely inside.

"Oh, fucking fuck," I whisper, biting my bottom lip hard. I break eye contact, turning my head to the side, trying to adjust.

"Look at ," he says. "I want you to look at ... or I’ll stop."

His voice makes sothing tighten in . I obey, slowly eting his gaze. He brushes a thumb over my nipple, then leans down to take it into his mouth, eyes still locked on mine.

"I won’t hurt you," he whispers, kissing my eyes gently before asking, "Do you think you can take more?"

I can tell he’s doing his best to keep his own shit together right now. If the pinch of his brow and set of his jaw are anything to go off, he’s barely hanging on from thrusting all the way in.

"Mhmm," I groan between gritted teeth, not trusting myself to form complete words. And for good reason, because all I can do is gasp when he flexes his hips forward, tunneling in another inch.

A hiss tore from my lips as I shut my eyes.

"Kain--are you okay? Say sothing."

I know he needs an answer, but I can’t fucking breathe, let alone speak, so I just forced my eyes open and nod as I dig my fingertips into his hips hard enough to bruise. A signal to keep going.

The look on his face is wary at best, but he continues his assault on my body by taking another inch. Another excruciating but blissful inch.

"Breathe," he murmurs, brushing his lips against my jaw. "Relax for ."

I do my best to listen, but damn, it’s difficult. I feel like there’s a fist shoved up there, and he’s not even completely inside yet. Nowhere near close.

But all of that vanished when he leaned down and took my lips in a hot passionate kiss, his tongue prying my lips open and sliding in, licking, while more of his pheromone seeps out wrapping around like a warm blanket.

My hand instinctively wrapped at his neck and I pulled him even closer as though to rge our body together, our tongues syncing, hips rising from the bed, begging him to go fully in. I want him. All of him.

The slow drag of him inside is dizzying, montarily taking a hold of , allowing my mind to focus on the pleasure shooting through rather than the burning ache from where he’s lodged inside .

Kael kisses down my throat. "I got you," he breathes against my ear. "I got you, Kain."

His voice cracks sothing in . I want to believe it ans more, but now’s not the ti to overthink as my brain imdiately wants to read into his words and the unchecked emotion in them as he says my na, maybe find so double aning. But that’s just about the stupidest thing I could do, so instead, I hook my legs around his waist and pull him in deeper.

He sinks further with a groan, and I let out one of my own, caught sowhere between pain and need.

"You’re so fucking tight " he pants, his voice more strained again, as he slides deeper and deeper until he’s completely seated inside .

And I’m delightfully surprised that once he is, the stinging burn has almost disappeared entirely, and maybe it’s the wetness now secreting down below; definitely Oga’s natural lubricant, so In place of the pain I had prepared myself for is now an aching, desperate need for--

"More," I whisper, my fingers curling into his thigh.

However, just as Kael was about to start moving the door suddenly slamd open with a bang.

Kael cursed, low and vicious, as he pulled out, imdiately yanking the sheets over in one swift motion before turning, his body shielding mine.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" he snarled, voice sharp enough to cut steel.

I couldn’t lift my head to look at the person in the doorway, but I know they must’ve flinched hard. Because I literally heard them stumbled back a step, breath hitching, almost a gasp, maybe even a strangled yelp, and that was when I peeked just a little, only to see it was Jay, his red hair scattered hazardously over his head as his eyes darted between the bed and Kael’s face, like he hadn’t expected to find what he just found.

But then, he spoke, and whatever heat that was in the room instantly died.

"I--I was just coming from the kid’s room," he stamred, chest heaving. "I went to check if he was asleep but... he wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere. The shield outside--" He swallowed, shaking. "It’s down. Soone took him."

My heart stopped.

Kael’s body tensed, the air around us snapping like a wire pulled too tight.

Brian is gone.